Oh yeah, for those who are reading this without reading the previous parts, Speed is still alive (I'm one of the many who had issues with him being killed off - and yes, I know Rory left of his own free will. But I don't care!), for the Ryan fans, he's in here later too. The only think I will say is, I am really concious about the rating of this story. If you think it needs to change at any point, please let me know!

Tim awoke first. His eyes fluttered to the clock. He had about ten minutes before he needed to wake Cheryl so she could get up and go to court. He was tempted to wake her early, but he'd done that once, and he was not about to feel her wrath at being awoken at a, how did she put it, god-forsaken time, when even the sun wasn't up. It wasn't worth it. She was definitely not a morning person, and had been known to complain to Horatio about either switching to the night shift, or demanding that she hunt down the person who invented mornings and have them shot. He suppressed a laugh and contented himself with watching her sleep.

She had sunk down below the pillows, so her head was directly on the mattress, her face pointing in his direction, with her mouth open slightly. The covers had slipped down during the night to reveal her bare, pale back, raising and falling with her breath. She was one of those who could be out in the sun all day every day and hardly change colour. He smiled and brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen into her face. It had taken him almost seven months of persistence to be in this position. And for once, in a very long time, he couldn't be happier. He gave her an extra five minutes, before starting to rouse her.

'Nope, it's not time yet,' she muttered, pulling her pillow over her head.

'You have court.' He whispered under the pillow.

'Don't care. Court can wait. Sleeping.'

He laughed again. How she had managed to get up in a morning, prior to him sharing a bed with her was beyond him. 'Come on, sleepy.' He tugged the pillow off her.

'No.' She groaned, rolling over into the foetal position, 'not ready. Good dream. Bed comfy.'

'You have ten seconds and I start tickling.'

Cheryl's eyes shot open, 'I hate you,' she told him, glaring at him.

'I love you too.'

They both stopped. Cheryl gaped at him for a moment. Speed froze. He didn't know what made him say that, but, he realised, he wasn't lying. Cheryl smiled, reached up and kissed him.

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A couple of hours later and Cheryl had done in court. She turned her phone back on to find she had a message waiting for her from Horatio, telling her to get to the Mecury South Beach Hotel as soon as she was done. There had been a double murder at the exclusive hotel. She glanced down at her skirt-suit. The length of it, combined with the heels was hardly appropriate, but she didn't think Horatio would appreciate it if she was late. She hopped into her Skyline; Speed had taken the Hummer instead this morning, as he hadn't wanted to ride his bike to work in the rain.

A twenty minute car journey, which should have taken thirty, and she was parked up in the hotel parking and already in the elevator up to the penthouse suite. The door dinged open and she found only Horatio and Yelina there.

'Hey,' she looked around, 'where is everyone?'

'Morning Cheryl,' greeted Yelina, 'nice suit.'

'Sorry, I came straight from court.'

Horatio looked at his watch. 'You and I are going to have to have a little word about your driving, at some point.' He told her, well aware that she rarely drove the speed limit if she could get away with it. 'Especially as I am aware Speedle came in, in the Hummer this morning, and you do not have any lights or sirens on your other car.'

Cheryl opened her kit, which she had transferred from the Hummer that morning, just in case, and pulled on a pair of gloves. 'What happened?' She asked, trying to change the subject.

Horatio pulled off his sunglasses, 'this conversation is far from over, for the record.'

Cheryl nodded.

'Cole Turnall last night, after performing his Miami leg of his US tour, returned to his room with two ladies his assistant had picked. He took them back here, and had his merry way with them,' said Yelina, leading them both to the bodies, 'at some point between falling asleep last night, and waking up this morning, the two women appeared dead in his bed next to him.'

'Cole Turnall? As in the winner of that pop show competition, Cole Turnall?'

'Yes, so we have a high profile case on our hands. Just remember to dot your i's and cross you t's.'

Cheryl nodded and looked at the two dead women. They both looked like they were still sleeping peacefully, with the exception of the bluish hue that faintly stained their bodies. 'How does someone go to bed, with two women and not notice them dying in the night?'

'That,' said Horatio, as he turned to look at Cole who was sat on the other side of the room with another man, 'that is what we are going to find out.'

Cheryl headed over to the star with Horatio. They couldn't begin to process the body until Alexx had arrived, and according to Yelina, she was on her way.

'Morning, Gentlemen.' Said Horatio, as they joined the pop star and the other man.

'John Whilks. I'm Cole's personal assistant.' Said the other man, offering his hand out to the detectives.

'So, Mr. Whilks, Mr. Turnall, would you like to fill us in on what happened?' Asked Horatio.

'We finished the show around 10pm - it was an early finish last night,and Cole came straight back here. Normally, we stay on the tour bus, but as we are performing two nights here, we decided to push the boat out and get a room.' Explained Whilks. 'I picked two girls and brought them back up here for Cole at around 10.30. Ordered some room service for him and left around 10.45.'

'Room service delivered the food at around 11,' confirmed Yelina, looking at her notebook, 'champagne, strawberries and chocolate.'

'Sounds filling,' muttered Cheryl.

'Oh, I would call it satisfying, over filling,' said Cole, with a sly grin on his face. He had the whole Orlando Bloom look about him.

'What happened next?' Asked Horatio, with a quick look at Cheryl.

'Well,' said Cole, 'we had a bit of fun. Of the adult nature. A bit more champagne, a couple of sleeping tablets and I passed out. Must have been around 2am.'

'I came in this morning to wake him up for his appointment with his personal trainer, and found him still passed out, with these two next to him.' Added Whilks. 'I called you guys straight away.'

'Would you be willing to give a blood sample so we can confirm you took some sleeping tablets?' Asked Horatio.

'Of course.'

'Is there anyone else who has had access to the room?' Cheryl asked.

'Well, anybody, really.' Said Cole.

'You have a habit of opening your door to everyone?'

'No. I lost my key card.' Replied Cole, with a smug smile on his face.

'Are you kidding me?'

'Mr. Turnall, are you saying that it's possible that someone could have found your card, gotten into you room, and killed the two girls, even though the room numbers are not printed on the cards.' Enquired Yelina.

'The cards to the penthouse are gold. So if anyone was to find it, they'd know which room it belonged to.' Explained Horatio, 'however, did you report your card missing to the front desk?'

'No,' said Whilks, 'because we've only just realised it was missing.'

'Well isn't that convenient?' Cheryl muttered.

'I guess it is,' Cole told her, flashing her a smile.

'And do you know who the two ladies are?' Asked Horatio.

Cole grinned, 'I just know them as Amber and Xena. It's quite possible that they aren't their real names.'

Cheryl rolled her eyes. There were some people who thought being famous meant that they could do anything they wanted, even if it involved hurting and using people. It was a shame, because she actually liked his last single. Truth be told, she was one of those annoying people who had watched the entire series, from when he auditioned to winning the final show. Something which Tim had complained about every week she had made him watch the show with her.

'Okay, gentlemen. We are going to have to ask you to leave this room so we can process it,' explained Horatio, before Cheryl could make the comment she was going to. 'If you could follow Detective Salas here, she'll make sure someone takes a sample of your blood.' Yelina led the two men to the lift. 'Cheryl,' started Horatio.

'I was not going to say anything.'

Horatio raised an eyebrow at her.

'Don't look at me like that,' she whined, 'or I may have to resort to hiding your sunglasses.'

'Just get started processing this room, Cheryl. Eric will be here to help you shortly. Unlike you, he drives the speed limit.'

'That's what you think,' said Cheryl, but Horatio had already walked away.

She headed over to the bodies and began taking photographs. Horatio was right. She had taken three, when Eric turned up with Alexx. 'Hi guys,' she greeted them.

'Morning, sweetie,' returned Alexx, as she pulled on a pair of gloves, and stepped onto the bed.

'Hey, Cheryl,' said Eric.

Cheryl turned to face him, 'are you aware that Horatio thinks you actually drive the speed limit?'

From the bed, Alexx burst out laughing. 'Him? Do the speed limit?'

'You are just jealous, because H knows you don't.'

'Of course I am. How do you manage it?'

Eric grinned, 'that's my little secret.'

Cheryl glared at him, before turning her attention to Alexx. 'What have we got?'

'It looks like this girl died of a drug overdose,' she told them, indicating to a small puddle of vomit next to her, 'and judging from this white power,' she grabbed the swab Eric was offering her, 'I think it may be cocaine. But you're the drug expert, aren't you, honey.' She said, returning it to Eric.

Eric pulled out a small pallet and knocked a small bit of powder into three of the recesses, before dropping several different liquids into them. 'Positive for cocaine,' he confirmed.

Alexx smiled,' and what about you, baby?' She turned her attention to the other girl. 'petechial haemorrhaging. You were smothered, weren't you.' She said to her, stroking her face. 'I'll confirm it all back at the lab, for you.' She told the two CSIs.

'I spotted some more white powder on the table over there,' said Cheryl, pointing to the low coffee table, which was also covered in wine glasses and empty bottles.

'Have you got a time of death?' Asked Eric.

Alexx stuck her thermometer into the girl's livers. 'I would put it at approximately 4am.'

'Cole claims he was passed out at 2am.' Said Cheryl.

'So who killed the girls?' Asked Eric.

'Eric, honey,' said Alexx, 'you're the criminalist, you work it out.'

Cheryl laughed, 'she's got a point.'

'Hey, Cheryl,' said Eric.

'Yes?' Said Cheryl, slowly, not quite liking Eric's tone.

'Isn't it your turn to dust the hotel room?'

'Heh heh heh, no.' Said Cheryl.

'I did the last one.'

'You lost.'

'Fine,' said Eric, holding out his fist.

Cheryl sighed and did the same. 'One, two, three… crap.'

'Ha ha! You're doing prints.'

Alexx laughed, 'are you two still doing rock scissor paper?'

'What can I say?' Said Eric, holding up his hands, 'Cheryl hasn't grown up enough to get past playing school yard games.'

Cheryl stuck her tongue out at him. 'At least I won't have to collect what's in the trash can.'

The smile dropped from Eric's face, 'what's in the trash can?'

'Well, lets just say, Cole had a very busy night, last night. A very busy night.' And with that, she wandered over to her kit and began pulling out her finger printing kit, as Eric walked over to the small trash can.

'Wow,' exclaimed Eric, 'he really did have a busy night.'

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