A/N: I haven't written for a while and I'm sorry. I've been really busy with school and stuff and I'd like to thank those who have stuck with my story and reviewed it. It means a lot when people appreciate what your doing. Anyway, here's chapter 9, enjoy and review.

Franco Anderson was sitting in the interrogation room, cracking his knuckles. He had shaggy black hair, an unshaved face and was covered with tattoos.

Horatio and Calleigh entered the room.

"Hey, what's the big deal?" Franco cried angrily "I know my rights, you can't hold me here without charging me with anything!"

"On the contrary, Mr Anderson," Horatio said calmly "you are in violation of a TRO,"

"Which one?" Franco sighed.

"The one Christina Claire had against you," Horatio replied, slapping a document on down in front of him.

"Isn't she dead?" Franco asked.

"Yes, and her boyfriend Joshua Brookes." Calleigh said.

"That bitch was nothing but trouble," Franco said leaning back "and her dumb ass boyfriend."

"Is that why you killed him?" Calleigh asked.

"Woah, back up, babe," Franco said, shocked "I didn't kill anyone!"

"That's Detective Duquesne," Horatio said "and according to your letter you did."

"Oh, come on!" Franco cried in disgust "I was only joking around."

" 'I want to rip out your eyes so I'm the only one you see'. I wouldn't class that as a joke." Calleigh said.

"I was just messing around!" he yelled, slamming his hand on the table.

"Do you own a gun, Mr Anderson?" Horatio asked.

"Yeah, an automatic," Franco answered "why?"

"Christina and Josh were shot," Calleigh answered, "The gun was an automatic."

"It's just a coincidence that they were killed by the exact same gun as you, that's all," Horatio said.

"Hey, I didn't shoot anyone!" Franco cried.

"We'll need your gun then," Calleigh said.

Franco reached into one of his pockets and Calleigh and Horatio quickly reached for their holsters. Franco placed his gun on the table.

"Don't worry, the safety's on," Franco smirked.

Calleigh put on some gloves and wiped the gun. She sprayed the swab.

"What are you doing?" Franco asked.

The swab turned purple.

"This gun' been fired recently," Calleigh said to Horatio.

"Cuff him," Horatio said to the police officer at the door.

"Wait a minute!" Franco cried. Horatio stopped "I didn't report it stolen because it didn't seem like a big deal at the time and the gun's not registered. I didn't want a fine."

"Go on," Horatio said.

"On Tuesday, the day before Valentine's Day, my gun went missing from my locker. It was returned on Valentine's Day, so I considered it no harm, no foul." Franco said, "I was working the late shift, check with my boss!"

There was a knock at the door. Ryan entered.

"The print on the bike wasn't a match to Franco's," he said.

"So I'm free to go?" Franco asked.

"Not entirely," Horatio said. He and Calleigh stood up. "You're under arrest for violation of a TRO and possession of an unregistered weapon."

As Franco was dragged away, screaming incoherent threats, Ryan looked over at Horatio and Calleigh.

"So basically we've got nothing," Ryan said, sitting down.

"Not entirely," Horatio said, "we've got a fingerprint and a possible murder weapon."

Calleigh took this as her cue to leave.

"I'll be in the ballistics lab." She rushed out the room.

"Ryan," Horatio turned to the young CSI "see what you can find out about that fingerprint."

"Why?" Ryan asked.

"Just do it." Horatio answered as he left the room. Ryan was left reeling. No one told him anything around here.

A/N: So, how was that? Sorry if some of the scientific stuff was off, I'm no CSI and I couldn't be stuffed to research it. From what i can remember, purple means GSR residue. Anyway, please review, as any criticism and praise would be greatly appreciated!