Chapter Four:

She could feel the cold feeling rising up her waist again, she suppressed a whimper as he kissed her fine white skin, too pure for something like this. She forced her self not to cry out and let the inevitable happen. Her eyes looked back at her, bright from the mirror, as more tears silently rolled down her cheeks, splashing on the cold hard concrete floor below her, leaving a small round patch of moisture. She held her self in her arms as she sunk on to her knees. The yelling outside became greater as the door few open and a hand grabbed her by the hair.

"You better not have told them were fucking here you little snitch!" He snapped at her.

"I swear I didn't!" Samantha cried in reply as she felt her hair twisted.

"If I find out to was you I swear to god you wont live to regret it!" Samantha felt the impact of a singing punch across her face as she was haled to her feet, "Move you little slut." Samantha did as she was told. Dumped in the next room she gasped in horror…the body's of her friends. The only friends she had here, lying, The blood surrounded them, no way for them to die. The concrete was hard under her as she hit the floor head first, her vision swam as the voices outside grew louder. The door slammed as she tried to grasp on to conciseness, gunshots, more yelling, growing closer. She knew who they were…the voices shouting along the corridor as they cleared each room. She waited for her turn to be found.

The door opened again, they assessed the room, she felt hands on her.

"We have one casualty!" the man yelled, and with it she let the blackness overcome her, she was safe.

Horatio week the young teen gently, she woke up , squinting her eyes to the sunlight.

"What the hell is with Miami…why is it so bright." she moaned quietly.

"Guess were just blessed with sun." Horatio chuckled.

"Oh stop rubbing it in." Samantha commented. "You should spend a week in Scotland during the winter. That you'll sort you out."

"No thanks couldn't stand the cold."

"I can't stand this heat."

"Its pretty nippy in here actually. You sure your not cold?"

"It's too hot in here." Samantha stated as she rubbed her eyes.

"I need to ask you this…when was the last time you saw Pete?"

"..ummm…about two or three days before the raid."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Samantha stated flatly.

"Samantha. He's dead."

"When did he die?"

"Last month." Horatio replied coldly. For some strange reason he wasn't completely sure about this girl.

"No because I saw him after that." Samantha said stern faced and aggressive.

"What are you not telling me."

"What do you mean?"

"Are you lying to me again?" Horatio said, his voice stern.

"No…I am not lying to you!" Samantha replied sternly.

"You know how long you can do for Falsification?"

"Is that an accusation?" Samantha said in disbelief.

"You never know."

"In that case I want a lawyer. I am not saying another word to you with out one." Samantha said, she knew her rights, she sat back and folded her arms. Horatio stared blankly at her for a few moments. "Don't look at me that way…I'm in US soil…you can't deny me a lawyer…the state has to provide one for me…Plus I'm not under arrest am I?

Horatio simply closed the manila folder and sighed.

"No your not under arrest, and your right.." and with that he walked out agitated.

"Hey Horatio?"

"Oh, hello Calleigh."

"What's wrong?" She asked cocking her head to the side to look at Horatio.

"Something is not adding up."

"The abduction case?"

"Yeah its just…something doesn't feel right."

"You know Horatio, your guts always been right." Calleigh said to him smiling.

"Yeah."

It wasn't long before there was the unmistakable presence of a lawyer marching up the hallway and in to the interview room.

"I'm Johnny Cochran, I will be your lawyer."

"Hey, thanks."

"Your welcome now tell me everything." he said smiling. Samantha explained everything to him, her story, the accusations from

"So there trying to say your lying."

"Yeah basically!"

"Ok…from now on you will not speak to any of them until I am here with you ok?"

"Yeah…what are they going to do with me?" Samantha asked, frightened of the answer.

"Most likely they will place you in protective custody with social services…I've requested that they don't interview you anymore until the morning ok." he instructed her.

"Ok."

After talking there plans over Cochran left and came face to face with a formidable Horatio Caine.

"you are not to talk to my client until the morning. She need to rest."

"You're not in any position to be telling me what not to do."

"I have told you all ready. My client will not be spoken to until tomorrow morning and she will not talk to you unless I am there understand?" Cochran repeated. Horatio sloughed slightly and looked at him over his sunglasses.

"We'll see about that." he said calmly. There was a moments silence before Horatio made his way to the interview room.

He opened the door and looked at the child.

"Samantha, I need to talk to you some more. Would you be willing to talk to me without your lawyer present?" Horatio asked.

"No."

"C'mon Samantha we both know this is no way to find out the truth."

"I am telling the fucking truth! Only in this fucking country its guilty until proven innocent!"

"We both know that is not true,"

"Is it really? You know what…I was beaten, I was cut!" Samantha pulled her sleeves up and slammed her arms on the desk, revelling a pattern of cuts up both arms, four vertical, one across. The same pattern again and again and again. From new to old. "Fucking tally marks!" She yelled as tears splashed on to the table, with a horrified Horatio looking on.

"We are going to find the people who did this to you."

"And how are you going to do that? By accusing me of lying! You know I have been truthful with you because I trust you…then you accuse me of lying…because Pete being the fucking manipulating cunt that he is has everyone fooled."

"Mind your language."

"Don't tell me to mind my fucking language!" Samantha yelled, her voice full of rage. Horatio remained calm and stood up, pacing for a few minutes. Samantha had curled up her head on the desk, quietly sobbing. He then sat down in front of her and leaned towards her.

"Samantha I want to find these" Horatio struggled to find a word to describe them, "…malicious people them as much as you do and get them the punishment they deserve so you can rest easy." He looks into her eyes as his does and saw them marked with pain and anger, the vibrant emerald green eye's, dull. Samantha simply shook her head.

"No punishment will be enough for them…There's never been a point in my life where I have wanted to die. All the times my father hit me…all the times he hit my mother…though all the bullying I went though at school, there was never a time I wanted to die. Then I found myself waking up every morning and asking myself. 'why haven't they killed me yet. Why can't they just kill me? Why can't I just not wake up tomorrow?' I sat there every night wishing to die but I didn't. I hoped to die. Do you know what it feels like, for every second of your life to be filled with fear, to wonder whether tomorrow your going to wake up, not wanting to wake up to face another day?" Horatio never said anything but calmly watched. "I will never rest easy, because every time I close my eyes I see it all again…and I can't bare that thought. They took everything away from me. I can't do this anymore…" she said, in a almost whisper.

"Yes you can." Horatio said impassively, Samantha looked at him weekly and sighed she placed her forehead on the cool table and ruffled her boyish jet black hair. "You can do it Samantha because I will be here helping ok." Samantha nervously nodded. "Now you look hungry, how about I get you something to eat then well talk some more." Samantha nodded again in reply. "Ok, I'll be back in a minute."

Horatio walked out the room and headed straight for the lab, finding Delko and Calleigh discussing a case.

"Calleigh, I need every single sample that you got from the scene , run them then run them again." He instructed.

"Horatio I'm up to my eyeballs as it is." Calleigh protested,

"Forget them, the abduction case takes priority, Delko pull Pete Wendiz file, everything you can find out about him ok."

"Why?" Delko questioned,

"Because the man is not dead."

"I'm on it."

"oh and Speed," Horatio said with out turning around to see him enter the lab. "Do me a favour and jump along to the food court and grab the kid a sandwich and I'll be in my office, come and get me when you get back with it."

Sitting in his office he leaned back in his chair he looked at the evidence in front of him, reports lay sprawled out across the desk, picking them up sheet by sheet he looked at them carefully.

"Strathclyde Police Department:

Case Number: 097684573hbg45

Transcript

Present:

D.C.I Jonathan Way,

D.C.I April McKenzie

And

Mr. Marcus Le Sommer.

D.C.I Way: Where is your sister?

Marcus Le Sommer: I don't know!

D.C.I Way: Did you get angry with her? Hit her a few times to many? Was she going to grass you up to your mother?

Marcus Le Sommer: NO! Are you saying I killed my sister?

D.C.I Way: Is that a confession

Marcus Le Sommer: NO!"

They were all pretty much the same. He felt the sadness when he knew the case had gone cold, all he could do is wait for the lab results to come back, he sat for a few more minutes absorbed in though before a knock on the door.

"Got her a chicken salad." Delko said smiling. "And a diet coke." Horatio simply nodded and looked up a Delko.

"Why would you abduct a kid, bring her all the way to Miami, just to sell her out every night?"

There was silence.

"Maybe…because this would be totally alien. They would be to afraid to try and run…they wouldn't know anyone here, they wouldn't know there way about." Delko said, voicing his thoughts. There was another moments silence.

"I think your right."