Author's Note: Firstly, I'd like to thank my bf, Jo for reviewing; you're such a sweetie. And a huge thanks to witchbsword, thank-you for having faith in me. This chapter is much funnier than the first, as it contains quotes from the movie and the introduction of Napoleon and Kip. So read, enjoy and review. Or I'll be very sad!

Horatio and Calleigh walked up to the door of a small one-story house. It was a rough neighbourhood and Calleigh's hand moved closer to her gun. Horatio knocked on the door.

There was no answer.

"Perhaps they're not home," Calleigh suggested. Horatio knocked again. The door opened and they were met by a glamorous African American woman.

"Yes?" She said, indicating more of a question than a welcome.

Calleigh and Horatio flashed their badges.

"I'm Ltt. Horatio Caine and this is Det. Duquense. We're from the Miami-Dade crime lab." Horatio paused "Can we come in?"

The woman moved aside and Calleigh and Horatio entered and were ushered into a small cramped lounge room, containing an overstuffed couch and a couple of lounge chairs.

"Would Kip Dynamite be home?" Horatio asked.

"My husband?" The woman queried, "Kip, baby, the cops are here."

Calleigh eyed the woman, did she detect some pride in her voice. She turned to the doorway and gasped.

Standing there was a skinny guy, wearing baggy black pants and a puffy jacket. He had a bandana on his head and had so much bling around his neck that he was hunched over.

"Hey Lawfunduh," he said calmly, "wassup?"

"This is Ltt. Caine and Det. Duquense. They're from the crime lab." Lawfunduh said, gesturing towards them.

"Yo," Kip replied, making a downward motion with his hand, "what brings you to my crib?"

"Mr and Mrs Dynamite, we have some unfortunate news –" Horatio was interrupted by a red headed man who stormed in from the kitchen entrance.

"Way to eat all the freakin' chips, Kip!" He cried in disgust. He turned to face Horatio and Calleigh "Who are these guys?" he asked.

"This is Ltt. Caine and Det. Duquense. They're from the crime lab." Kip answered.

Calleigh let out a small sigh. She was beginning to get sick of their names.

"If it's about Pedro's cousins and they're sweet hook-ups, I don't know anything. I told you guys before! Gosh!" The man said, moving his head to the side.

"This is my brother from the same mother – Napoleon." Kip said, making a rapping motion.

Horatio nodded.

"As I was saying, I have some unfortunate news. Your Uncle, Rico Dynamite, is dead." Horatio paused, giving them a moment.

"Geez," Kip said, dropping his rapper persona, shaking his head in shock.

"Oh, Kip baby," Lawfunduh said, stroking his head.

"Do you think it was from the time machine?" Napoleon asked.

"Shut-up, Napoleon!" Kip snapped.

"What time machine?" Calleigh questioned.

"Uncle Rico bought a time machine to transport him back to 1982. Some of the side effects was it can cause death." Napoleon looked away.

Horatio and Calleigh exchanged glances. This kid was definitely stoned.

"I know this is hard for you, but we're going to have to take your prints and a DNA sample, just to rule you out as suspects."

The Dynamite's nodded their heads in agreement.

"Wait a minute," Napoleon interrupted, "you're not going to give my DNA to the government so they can clone me or anything like that, are you?"

Calleigh gave a forced smile.

"No, the governments too busy with healthcare and welfare to clone people."

"We're also going to have one of you to come down to the lab to identify the body." Horatio stated.

"Napoleon can do it." Kip said.

"No way!" He yelled "You haven't done flippin' anything all week!"

"You know how I'm training to become a rap star," Kip said "besides, I'm older."

"You're such a freakin' idiot, Kip!" Napoleon cried. "Fine, I'll go. I have to go to the mall, my girlfriend's having some glamour shots taken." Napoleon held out a picture of an attractive blonde. "It's her birthday."

Calleigh and Horatio thanked the Dynamite's for their time and expressed their deepest sympathies. On the way to the hummer, Calleigh spoke up.

"I can see why Rico live alone."

Horatio put on his sunglasses, a smile playing on his face. From the house they could here someone yelling.

"Gosh! Idiot!"

End Note: So that's part 2, hope you liked. Happy Birthday to my bf Hayley, who also likes Napoleon. I'm starting to see a trend happening here! Anyway, please review. Gosh!