Author's Note: I've decided to turn this into a CSI: Miami crossover story! Oh and watch out, Calleigh Duquesne is the CSI, Kali is Abby's little sister, watch for the different spelling to determine the character!

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Kali and Rosie!

The CSI lab frightens me as I walk down the halls. I had no idea what was happening and therefore stupidly refused that Abby be with me for the questioning.

"Right in here Kali," Detective Caine says gently, ushering me into a room.

I take a seat on one side of the table and he sits on the other side.

"Okay, I need you to tell me the last time you saw Dr. Rasgotra," he starts.

"I saw Neela the other day, on Thursday after school. I went to the ER to pick up my niece," I explain.

"Did you talk to her? What was she doing?" Caine persists.

"She was in the lounge with John and Rose. She acted normal, bouncy and sweet. Told me she missed me, that we never saw each other any more. We had plans for tomorrow," I murmur, tears starting to fall down my cheeks.

The door opens and a slender blonde woman walks in, I bury my face in my arms and try to stop the tears.

"Horatio I need you to look at this please," she says awkwardly.

"Now?" Caine asks.

"Yes please," she answers, I take in that she has a southern accent.

"Okay," he replies. His chair pushes back and I glance up. "I'll be right back." I nod and drop my head again. The door clicks shut and I sob hysterically. A hand on my back startles me and I pop my head back up, the blonde woman has stayed and sat down beside me.

"Are you the girl who the note was addressed to?" she asks, keeping her hand on my back.

"So I'm told," I mutter, swiping at my tears.

"Do you know much about the case?" she inquires, her accent thickening.

I shake my head, continuing to wipe away the tears that wont stop!

"Alright," she starts, grabbing my hands and holding them in her own, "we received a call about this case out in Miami. Horatio, Alexx Woods, Eric Delko and myself are from the Miami Dade Crime Lab, anyway, we came out to check the case because apparently Horatio owed Chicago a favor," she smiles.

"I'm sorry, Miss, I don't know your name," I state, quietly.

"Oh right, sorry, I'm Calleigh Duquesne. Spelt differently than yours though," she winks.

"With a 'C'?" I ask.

"Yes, but I spell it C-A-L-L-E-I-G-H," she flashes another smile.

"Ah, my full name is actually Kalia," I say, wondering why I'm going on about our names.

"Pretty," she drawls.

"So back to Neela…" I persuade.

"Right, Dr. Barnette had apparently been worried about Dr. Rasgotra and decided to check her room for a note. What he found was a piece of her hair dipped in blood with a ribbon and note attached to it. The note was for you," she trails off.

"May… may I see it then?" I request, fighting to not cry again.

She gets up and leaves, then returns shortly with a white note in a clear plastic bag, "Please leave it in the bag though sweetheart."

Kali, did you know that I adore you? You're such a sweet girl, and so responsible. I can only write one note and I think you deserve it because I love you as though you were my own little sister. I don't know what the future holds but I will always miss you and think of you and everyone else from my home at the ER. Love forever: Neela

I look up with tears in my eyes (again,) "Could you take me to my sister please Detective Duquesne."

Like a child, she leads me by the hand down the maze-like halls, I sniffle and try to cover my tears but no one seems to notice anyway.

"Sweetie, you can call me Calleigh," she says softly, wiping my tears away tenderly. I nod and we reach Abby, I rush to my big sister and cry with all the sadness I have in me.