THE CHAPSTICK

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for so long, I was busy with school and stuff, damn school! Any hoo, I also got distracted with my NCIS fic and other fics I have been planning, and I've kind of over looked this one. But I promise to my faithful reviewers that I will finish this story in the next week or two. So here's part three, read, review and enjoy!

Alexx Woods was finishing some paper work when Horatio walked into the lab.

"Have you done the post on Rico Dynamite?" Horatio asked.

"Yes, Horatio," Alexx handed him a file "died of a heart attack."

"So the death was accidental?" Horatio asked.

"Not necessarily," Alexx replied "the bruising may have been caused by something heavy on the chest. This would've increased pressure on the heart, resulting in a heart attack." (A/N: this may not be true, but for the sake of my fic, it is.)

Ring Ring!

Alexx lent over to answer the phone.

"Dr Woods," Alexx answered.

"Okay, thanks." Alexx hung up the phone. "Napoleon Dynamite is at the reception desk. Does that name mean anything to you?"

Horatio nodded.

"He's identifying the body." Horatio left the room. He arrived at the foyer, to hear the redheaded young man yelling into the phone.

"Can you bring me my chap stick?"

Horatio paused, considering this.

"But my lips hurt real bad! What do you mean you don't know where it is? Fine!" Napoleon hung up the phone. "Idiot!"

"Napoleon Dynamite?" Horatio asked, as he walked up to the teenager.

"Yeah, who's asking?" Napoleon answered, looking away.

"I'm Ltt. Caine, we met the other day," Horatio answered, "Could you follow me this way please."

They walked towards the elevator. A few seconds later, Napoleon spoke up.

"If you ever need a police profiler, give me a call," Napoleon handed Horatio a business card with his details and a picture of a liger on it. "That's probably the best picture I've ever drawn."

Horatio nodded in reply and put the card in his pocket. The lift stopped and they hopped out. Horatio led the way to the morgue.

"This is our M.E, Alexx Woods," Horatio said, introducing Napoleon.

"Hey," Napoleon replied, looking away.

Alexx led them over to a metal table. She lifted the sheet.

"Is that your Uncle?" Horatio softly asked Napoleon.

"Yeah, what do you think?" Napoleon snapped "Gosh!"

Alexx and Horatio chose to ignore his comment.

"Were you close to your Uncle?" Alexx asked.

"I guess," he said "I mean, he threw a steak at me once and totally ruined my life, but yeah, he was my Uncle."

Horatio thanked Alexx and they headed towards the lift. They stopped at the reception level and hopped out.

"Well, see you." Napoleon said, and ran out of the building.

Strange kid. Horatio thought, as he took the elevator back up to the lab.

He entered one of the rooms where the team were waiting for him.

"What have we got?" Horatio asked, placing his hands on his hips.

Ryan spoke up.

"I compared the hair we found at the scene to the DNA we got off the Chap Stick. It's a match."

Horatio nodded.

"Then I compared it to the samples we got off the Dynamite's. It's a match to Napoleon."

"Okay, what about the video tapes?" Horatio asked.

Calleigh flopped down on a chair.

"Tape after tape of Uncle Rico throwing a football. So tedious I almost wished it was porn." Calleigh said sighing.

Ryan and Eric snickered.

"So we rolled snake eyes," Horatio replied. He turned to Eric. "Anything from the shoe print?"

Eric showed them a picture of a pair of shoes.

"Moon boots, size 10 ½. Very popular in the mid-eighties." Eric shook his head "Over a million of them sold in America alone, most of them probably in op shops. Not much to tell off the print, though."

"If I remember correctly," Calleigh said, thinking aloud "Napoleon Dynamite was wearing moon boots."

"That he did." Horatio said.

"Didn't he mention something about his Uncle ruining his life?" Ryan asked.

"Sounds like a motive to me," Eric said.

"Do you really think this kid is capable of murder?" Calleigh asked, the question directed at Horatio.

"With this kid," Horatio said, placing his hands on his hips "anything's possible."

A/N: Review, or I'll unleash Pedro's cousins on you!