Title: Tomorrow Never Comes

Disclaimer: Major angst and violence. Slash.

POV: Delko

Chapter Eight: The Crime

I photograph the blood splatter on the wall. It looks like arterial spray. The dead girl has no injuries that would be responsible for this blood pattern. I eye the blood. There has to be another victim. The young lady who passed on has a few minor cuts and a lot of bruises.

"Something wrong, Delko?"

I peer back at Hagen for a second. "This blood, it didn't come from the girl. There's another victim."

"Are you sure about that?" He asks.

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll let everyone know. Get in contact with the hospitals and see what I can find out for you."

"Uh huh," I mutter as I get back to photographing the crime scene. Hagen doesn't move. "Is there something else I can do for you, detective?"

"Well, I just want to say, I'm sorry about the other day. At the barbeque. I didn't mean to react the way I did."

I place the camera back in my kit. What is Hagen getting at? "Oh?"

"I'm happy for you and Speed. If anything ever comes up and you need to talk, I'm here for you," he replies.

Talk about an awkward moment. "Um, okay. I'll remember that."

I grab some swabs from my kit for the blood on the wall. I still think it's from another victim. There's really no other reasonable explanation. A glance over my shoulder tells me that Hagen is still standing there.

"What is it now, Hagen?"

He looks around, making sure no one else is within hearing distance. There isn't. We're alone. The nearest cop is at the place next door interviewing a potential witness. Whatever he wants to say must be troubling, I've never seen him nervous.

"Well?"

"It's not really my place to say this, and I don't want H to find out that I told you; but you have a right to know."

"Know what?"

"H is checking in on you and Speed. He's got everyone in the lab keeping an eye on you."

"What? Are you kidding me?" I place the swabs of blood into my kit. I'm done here. I feel sick to my stomach.

"Delko, he's worried. He's-"

I storm pass him with my kit in hand. I don't care to hear what he has to say. What right did Horatio have to tell everyone to spy on Speed and I? The feeling of sickness is wiped away by rage. This is just wrong. I don't care that I left a crime scene. It can go to Calleigh. I don't rightfully care. Time has come to pay a visit to the boss.

I storm into Horatio's office. He's sitting at his desk on the phone. He glances up at me and quickly ends the conversation with whomever.

"Yes, Delko?"

How can he be so calm? It's like he has done nothing wrong.

"Where do you get the right to spy on me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't deny it. I know you've got everyone in here watching Speed and I. What gives you the right?" It takes all my self control not to yell. Oh, but how I want to.

He walks around his desk so that he's standing in front of me. "I'm worried about you two."

"That still doesn't give you the right to spy on us."

He leans against his desk. Still calm. "I'm sorry, Delko. But when I think one of my CSI's is in trouble, I do what I can to help. However, neither one of you will talk to me when it's obvious that something is going."

"Nothing wrong. Just leave us alone." I make my way to the door.

"Delko, if Speed is abusing you, it's not your fault. It's not his either. He needs to get some help."

This stops me dead in my tracks. I slowly turn around. "Excuse me?"

He walks up to me and places a hand on my shoulder. "It's understandable. You're scared for him because you love him. But he suffered through something unimaginable and he needs to get help."

I brush his hand from my shoulder. "I cannot believe what I'm hearing. I thought you were my friend. Stay out of my personal life."