DISCLAIMER: Just to refresh, don't own CSI Miami or Lord Alfred Tennyson. That's the work of Anthony Zucker and Mr and Mrs Tennyson.

A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen who have stuck with this fic, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. This is the second last chapter, where the clues are solved and murderer revealed. If it is badly written, it is because I'm trying to get this fic done so I can work on my others.

Quick note: Remote Control Princess – (cool name btw) yeah, I did think that they padded them down, but I was at a dead end to how they would get the gun and that was the best thing I could think of! Sorry!

Any hoo, on with the story, and remember, you're reviews could save a child, so review now!

THE LAB

The team stood around the lab. They were back to square one. Again.

"So if it's not Franco, who could it be?" Ryan asked.

"If we knew that then we wouldn't be here!" Eric snapped.

Everyone was tense and tired. Calleigh rubbed her forehead.

"We're going to get no where fighting," she said, "let's just go through what we know."

"The killer rode Jessica's motorbike and left a fingerprint." Eric said.

"The killer also stole Franco's gun," Ryan added "and trace just came back. Found traces of bleach on the trigger."

"Did you look at the fingerprint?" Horatio asked.

"Yes," Ryan answered "found traces of bleach. The same as that found on Franco's gun."

"So if the killer stole items from both Jessica and Franco, then they must work with them." Eric stated.

Yelina entered the lab.

"Just got off the phone with the owner of Hotel Serene. The brand of bleach found on the murder weapon is the same brand the hotel uses."

Yelina handed Horatio a list.

"They also sent me a copy of the cleaning and maintenance staff who use the cleaning products."

Horatio skimmed over the list, when a name caught his eye.

"Robbie Blackburn." Horatio said aloud.

"Wasn't he the creepy maintenance guy Jessica mentioned?" Calleigh asked.

"Let's have a chat to Robbie." Horatio said, placing his hands on his hips.

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Calleigh, Eric and Horatio stood staring at Robbie through themirrored glass. He was a tall, skinny man and on first glance, didn't look very threatening. His eyes though, were piercing blue and menacing.

Horatio entered the room and slapped a folder in front of Robbie. Robbie delicately opened the folder. He peered behind his glasses at Horatio, saying nothing.

"Christina Claire and Joshua Brookes," Horatio read aloud "are these names familiar?"

Robbie didn't reply.

"It was very clever of you by trying to throw us off by using Jessica's bike and Franco's gun. The best friend and the stalker – both likely suspects."

Horatio sat down opposite Robbie.

Robbie smiled.

"You shouldn't listen to liars."

"We let the victims and the evidence speak for themselves," Horatio said "and Christina and Joshua are telling us you killed them!"

"Theirs is not to make reply: theirs is not to reason why: theirs is but to do and die." Robbie replied, in barely a whisper.

Calleigh and Eric, who were standing on the opposite side of the mirrored glass, glanced at each other.

"Tennyson." Calleigh mouthed.

"Tennyson," Horatio said, "why did you kill them, Robbie?"

Robbie stared at Horatio.

"I loved her," he said quietly "and she didn't know I existed. I went to all her shows, cleaned her dressing room and did all her odd jobs. I worshipped her."

"Like Franco did?" Horatio asked.

"No, not like Franco!" Robbie snapped, "Franco's love was merely an obsession. My love for Christina was pure."

Horatio stared deeply at Robbie.

"Then I found that letter from the recording agency in her dressing room. I wasn't going to let them take her away from me!"

"So you killed her?" Horatio stated.

"Christina is a goddess, she cannot be killed. In my heart she will always be alive." Robbie whispered.

"Why Joshua?" Horatio asked.

"Because he was the one obstacle standing between me and my true love." Robbie said, eyes meeting Horatio's.

"But Christina's dead now," Horatio said "and you have nothing."

Robbie sat up, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Ah well," he said "'tis better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all."

A/N: Second last chapter peoples! Final chapter will be up tomorrow, so keep your eyes peeled. Again, please review!