Just to clarify, in case I hadn't made it clear, CSI is mine, all mine! On a more serious note, Cheryl is mine, all mine, and I am nothing but a poor student who spends more time watching CSI than studying.

But if I did own it, rest assured Speed would have woken up from a bad dream, Dallas-style, and he would still be in CSI Miami!

Cheryl slowly pulled herself to a sitting position, mimicking the groaning that was escaping Speed.

'I believe that makes us even on the life-saving front,' grunted Speed.

'Actually, I'm still one up one you,' said Cheryl, as she watched the Hummer burn.

'Small technicality,' said Speed. He got up and offered a hand to Cheryl.

Cheryl took it and stood next to him, aware of a graze on her face, and another top that was ruined. 'My clothing allowance has taken a severe beating today,' she grumbled, tugging at another hole. She turned her attention back to the Hummer.

'I hope I got all the evidence out of it.'

'Have we lost any of it?'

Speedle examined the bags. 'I think they are all okay.'

'So, are you calling Horatio to tell him the crime scene exploded?'

'Me?' You're his niece.'

'Exactly.'

'Fine,' she muttered, pulling out her phone. The screen was cracked, and it didn't want to dial. 'Give me yours,' she told Speed. 'For once, I'd like a day where me and my belongings could remain in one piece.' Speed pulled his out and handed it over. It wasn't working either.

'You take the evidence and get back to the lab.'

'What about you?' Cheryl asked him.

'I'll wait for the tow truck. It's not going to be long, but it's valuable time needed for that evidence to be processed. And you need that cut looking at.' He explained, pointing at her stomach. 'Get back, hand the evidence over, and then get a doctor to look at you.'

Cheryl looked down at the black material and put her hand over her wound. Removing it left her blood on her hand. She winced and pulled up her top, the blood was soaking through her bandage. She nodded and headed towards her Hummer, taking the evidence Speed had collected with her.

Speed followed her over, 'go straight back to the lab, and don't do anything stupid,' he told her, leaning over and giving her a quick kiss. Cheryl managed a small smile.

'Tim, this is stupid. Come back with me. We need everybody to work on this, and you staying out here is wasting a perfectly good person. The tow truck will know where to go. They'll be our here with some rookies. There is nothing more we can do here.'

Speed nodded and got in the car next to her. 'You're right,' he told her, as they drove off.

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The red showed no indication of changing to green any time soon. Cheryl considered putting her lights on, but technically, there was no just cause to do so. She stopped drumming her fingers on her steering wheel and turned to the evidence Speed was looking at next to her. It was a piece of paper with a giant wave on it. It looked suspiciously familiar. Racking her brain, she remembered where she had seen it last.

It was the logo of one of the shops near the pier where she had eaten earlier with Horatio. It was a shop she'd been to many a time. It sold various chemicals, elements and compounds, amongst other things. Other things which would make a bomb.

She turned to her computer and ran a search of Crest Chemicals, the shop the logo belonged to, and cross referenced it with UM and Stuart Pinkels. She had, at some not too distant point in the past, uploaded CODIS, AFIS, IBIS, NCIC, SLIP, and all the other programmes that were accessible in the other Crime Lab Hummers, being as she used her own Hummer. (Admittedly, it had come with the annoying condition that she had to have Miami Dade Police Department logo and details painted across the Hummer's side.)

'How did you know that?' Speed asked her as he watched her work.

'I shop there.'

'Why do you need chemicals?'

'It was for the procedure I was working on,' she told him, as they waited for a result. 'Although GSR is pretty much the same, each gun will alter it slightly, and differently, in every gun it's used. The GSR reacts differently to certain chemicals depending on the bullet calibre. The bigger the bullet, the higher the burn, and the easier it is to match it to the gun. I'm surprised no one figured the process out sooner.'

'And you actually got it to work?'

'Yeah, it's being clarified now. I had Calleigh run it before I sent it off. She agreed to do a video for me. Her reputation as being one of the best in ballistics gives me a little credibility too.'

'No wonder Horatio is proud of you.'

Cheryl sighed, 'I didn't do it for his approval. I did it because it needed doing. Besides, I got to hide in the lab.'

'Why did you need to hide in the lab?'

The computer beeped at her. There was a link, albeit, a small one. UM had an account with Crest Chemicals. She couldn't see how much was spent there, by whom, or on what. And it was entirely likely that this was an 'emergency' supplier, being as the University would have its main supplier as a larger, government approved company. But it was worth a shot.

'Lets go there,' said Speed, not forgetting that Cheryl hadn't answered his question.

Cheryl drummed her fingers for a little longer, until, finally, the light turned green. She pulled away, changing their destination to the beach, well aware that Speed was not going to forget the question.

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The pier was deserted. There wasn't even any gulls in sight. Cheryl felt like she had stepped into some horror movie.She and Speedle pulled out their guns for the second time that evening, and headed to the store. She headed to the front, whilst Speed took off to the back. The door was locked and showed no signs of being tampered with. She peered through the window and the metal grill. It didn't look like there was anyone else there. Cheryl headed around the back, her gun still drawn. In the yard, there was a Volvo, and upon closer inspection, had traces of sand in the treads.

She headed over to Speed who was trying the back door. It hadn't been touched either. 'Hmmm,' she mused. 'I guess we were wrong, she said. They were both close to heading back to her Hummer, convinced they had it wrong, and go get the evidence processed. She glanced at her watch. It was a little after ten. Surely if Michael was being held here, the phone call from the kidnapper would have told them where to find him, and the police would be swarming the area. Speed was thinking the same thing.

'If he was here, there would be more action. Let's head to the lab and see what else we can get before we waste any more time.'

They turned to leave, but stopped at an unfamiliar noise. It sounded like it was coming from underneath her. She headed behind the car, and to the wall. Speed was close behind. Peering over it, she saw that she was above the sea and the beach. It was probably nothing, and a waste of time, but she couldn't just leave. Just in case it was something.

She headed off to one side following Speed down some steps to the beach. Or what was left of it – the tide was almost all the way up. She padded softly over the sand, still close behind Speed, to what looked like a storage area under the store. It had metal fences running along it and into the sea, but the lock was lying on the floor in two pieces, and the gate was ajar. 'Figures,' she muttered, pulling out her gun back out, Speed mimicking her.

She headed through the gates and underneath the store, taking the lead. It was very dark, and she couldn't see too much, other than a light ahead. She headed towards it, keeping low and crouched to the floor, behind the various crates and boxes.

In the light, there were two men arguing, but Cheryl couldn't hear them well enough. She turned to Speed, 'what should we do?'

He never got the chance to answer. Speed's trademark dance jingle ring tone went off. She looked Speed in alarm. 'I thought it wasn't working.' He whispered urgently.

Cheryl fumbled in her pockets, trying to locate the phone. The two men had stopped arguing and were looking at each other. Speed grabbed her badge and flung it in the sand, burying it. 'What are you doing?' She whispered furiously, trying to reach over for it, whilst pulling her phone out of her pocket.

'Cheryl, there is evidence that there is more than two people in on this. We have no chance of getting out of here now, and we have no back up. We are going to have to try something different.' He grabbed the phone, answered it, and put it to one side, leaving whoever was ringing listening on the other end. He reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.

'Tim, that doesn't work!' Speed just held on to it and moved closer, 'Timothy Speedle, if you are about to what I think you are about to do! We need to get out of here!'

'We can't, there's someone behind us. Act your age.' He clamped his lips down on hers, pushing her to the ground.

Behind them, the safety of a gun was clicked off.

Hey y'all, i wasn't sure where this chapter was going. I was distracted by writing later stories... Let me know what you think. My friend said it was fine, but I'm not sure!

I promise in the next chapter we'll be seeing more of the others!Hope you liked it!