Chapter 1 – Give Me A Reason To Believe You
Lieutenant Horatio Caine stepped on the gas, hearing the engine scream as he sweared under his breath. He wiped his forehead nervously, trying to stop his shaking hands. He was on his way home that night when he got the phone call from Homicide. They told him someone had been killed and gave the address that was pretty familiar to him.
"I will kill him if he did something to Yelina or Ray Jr." He spoke to himself.
-flashback-
..."What is that?"
"Erm... I was bending down to get a pot out of the cabinet and I hit my eye.."
"Yelina!"
"We're fine..."
"Yelina, where is he?"
"Horatio, it's not what you think!"...
-end of flashback-
He rushed out of the car when he got there and made his way in to the house not paying attention to people who were talking to him. He slammed some doors and kicked some walls until he found what he was looking for, and when he saw it he couldnt help it and smiled. Rick Stetler was lying on the floor, quite dead. Horatio wasn't smiling because of Stetler was dead, but he was smiling because he was the one to be killed instead of Yelina or Ray Jr. And now Horatio was to find who did that.
Looking around, he saw Yelina simply sitting, shaken on an armchair with two police officers. He slowly kneeled down in front of her and placed his hands on her knees.
"Are you alright?" he asked, as softly as he could. He waited for an answer but instead, she rapidly pushed his hands away, stood up and started to left the room crying. Horatio grabbed her upper arm and looked at her with questioning eyes,
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing! Just leave me alone..." she spoke, her shaky voice was barely heard. Then she made her way out of the room. Horatio was surprised. He turned back and looked at the people around staring at him strangely. At that moment he understood something was wrong.
"What's going on?" he asked, when he saw Calleigh and Eric walking towards him with worried expressions.
"H, none of us saw you at the lab today" Eric spoke.
"So?" he asked back, trying to understand.
"So where were you?" Calleigh asked this time.
"Calleigh, tell me what's going on here!"
"Detective Stetler wrote something on the floor before he died" she explained.
"And what is that?"
"C, A and I" Eric continued.
"Are these letters supposed to mean something to me?" Horatio exploded in the heat of the moment.
"Cai... Caine!" Calleigh spoke.
"Come on! He could have wanted to write something else started with CAI" Horatio smiled to the situation.
"Like what?" Eric asked, "I dont know any other word starting with CAI!"
"Cai.. cai... caisson!"
"H, what the hell does it mean?" Eric wrinkled his face.
"A kind of vehicle I suppose" Horatio replied.
"What's that got to do with this case?" Calleigh asked.
"Your mission is to find it out Calleigh" Horatio smiled, "I didnt do that!" Then he saw Yelina passing along the corridor.
"Is this the reason why you acted like that?" he yelled behind her, "Do you think I did this?"
She turned around with a gesture of impetience and open her mouth to reply, but he cut her off, "Where is Ray Jr. by the way?"
"He's at school!" she answered.
"Yelina I didnt..." he started to talk but stopped when he heard the police officer calling his name from behind him.
"Lieutenant?"
"Yeah?" he turned to face him. The officer was holding something in his hand.
"This is your sister-in-law's house, isnt it?"
"Yes, it is!"
"Do you have an extra key of this house for an emergency Lieutenant?" He asked with an insolent expression.
"Yes, I do.." Horatio replied again, getting nervous.
"And does this..." he opened his hand and showed him a metal key ring which has H and C letters on it, "...happen to be yours?"
"Where did you find it?" Horatio was shocked to see his key holder being in this man's hand when it was suppose to be in the top drawer in his living room.
"Right near the dead body" the officer smiled.
"Oh my god..." came the reaction from the devastated Yelina.
Horatio spun his head to her as she started to step away.
"Yelina, I didnt..."
"Lieutenant, you're under arrest for suspicion of the murder of IAB Sergeant Rick Stetler. You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer any questions. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law..."
The words were echoing in his head. Everything seemed stopped. He couldnt understand what people were saying. The only voice he could hear clearly was the weak click of the handcuffs when the officer snapped them on his wrists.