Title: His Last Case

Disclaimer: Violence. Slash.

POV: Yelina

Chapter Ten: Direct Hit
Thursday Morning- 5:23am

I look back at the house before I climb into my car. I smile gratefully. Staying at Alexx's with Ray Jr. is a small blessing. Mr. Woods was too happy to send the kids off to school. Including Ray.

Work is hectic with Timothy being gone. Not having to wait for Ray to go off to school allowed me to leave earlier. I am able to finish a ton of paperwork before 9am. The rest of the day is devoted to Timothy.

Things had been screwy last night. Horatio never returned after he went off looking for Delko. Hagen reassured the rest of us by saying Timothy was okay.

Then he left.

I sigh as I stop behind a van at a stop sign. Calleigh has problems finding a good guy. I remember how excited she was about dating Hagen. I couldn't help feeling bad for her.

Then there is Delko. I know Timothy and he are best friends. However, the way he is acting; my mind is racing. I have a hunch they're more than friends. But I don't want to voice my opinions. I can't approach Delko either; didn't want to embarrass or upset him.

I'm 10 minutes away from work. Traffic is still a little light. So I'm surprised that my light turns red. There are no cars to create cross-traffic. Damn city, I muse.

The light turns green.

I go.

A van comes out of nowhere.

And all I remember is breaking glass.

I open my eyes to see the pale gray clouds overhead. Flashes of blue and red give away patrol cars. I try to move.

"Lay still."

Horatio stands by my side. He looks down at me.

"Someone hit my car, didn't they?"

"Yes."

"Is the other driver okay?"

"Well," he places his hands on his hips. "The other driver isn't here."

"A hit and run?"

He nods. "Kind of. They left the van behind."

"Guess the other driver was better than okay. How about me?"

"Cuts from glass and a bump on the head. They're taking you in to make sure you don't have a concussion or whiplash."

I sigh in relief. "Could have been worse."

"Yes, it could have."

Four hours later the doctor releases me. No whiplash. No concussion. Now to find a way to work.

"Need a ride?"

I smile. "Thank you, Calleigh."

"Horatio wanted to come but he's trying to trace the van."

"He's hoping it has something to do with Speed, isn't he?"

We walk toward the exit.

"Aren't we all? I've been going over the scene while Frank talks to the very few witnesses."

"I happen to know that you guys are the best CSI's in the south. So, what have you uncovered?"

She stops. "It was an accident."

"Excuse me?"

"The van that hit you had been parked at that intersection for two hours. Apparently waiting for you."

"Someone tried to kill me?"

We begin walking again. "Tried to kill Delko. Set my father up for murder. Tried to kill you. Kidnapped Speed. Someone really has it in for us."

"Hagen, Horatio, and Frank need to be careful. So far they haven't been targeted."

Once in the Hummer we head to the lab. I can't help but feel like a caged animal. There's a hunter out looking for day shift crime fighter. 'Specifically those linked to Speed. Does he have something to do with it?

We pull up to the lab. I feel awful for thinking bad about Speed. Horatio is outside pacing. Cell phone to his ear. An odd look on his face. Calleigh and I watch him. Worry fills his face. He flips his phone closed and rushes to an empty Hummer.

"What do you think that was about?"

"With the way this week has been, my guess is that someone else got hurt," Calleigh sighs.