'You don't like the shape of that, then?' Said Eric. He had finally tracked Speed down, and located him in the locker room, punching the life out of his open locker door.

'Don't even go there, Delko.' Warned Speed, but he stopped punching the door.

'H wants you working the Turnall Case. Think you can tear yourself away from the locker long enough to find out who killed those girls?'

Speed pulled his locker door further open and looked at the inside of the door. Taped to it was a picture of him and Cheryl, taken a few weeks ago. They had gone out on a boat trip, and the first mate had insisted on taking a photo of the 'happy couple.' It had been his favourite – they both looked relaxed and happy. He tore it off the door, stared at it for a few moments longer, before crumpling it in his hand and letting it drop to the floor. He flung the locker door shut, but it bounced back.

'You ever tried to fit a square peg into a circular hole?' Asked Eric.

Speed pulled a face, 'what are you talking about?'

'Same principle,' he said, pointing at the door, 'you crumpled that door so badly, you aren't going to make it close.'

Speed glared at him, 'watch me,' he told him, kicking the door and jamming it shut.

'I stand corrected,' muttered Eric. 'I don't think she did it, Tim.'

'Have you got the cause of death?' He asked Eric, ignoring his comment.

Eric sighed. His friend had a rather pessimistic view on life most of the time, and on this occasion, it may do more damage than good. 'Cheryl went to get it, but I haven't seen it.'

'Let's go see Alexx, then.' Said Speed and walked swiftly out of the room.

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'Dan?' Called Calleigh, sticking her head around the doorway of the AV lab, 'Dan!'

'What's up, Calleigh?' Asked Dan, his head popping up from behind one of the desks.

'What are y'all doing?' She asked him.

'The cable for the speakers had worked itself loose. The cleaner probably caught it with her broom. I was plugging it back in.'

'I need your help with something.' She said, sitting down at one of the computers.

'This is to do with what happened in reception?'

'You heard about that already?'

Dan came around and sat down in the chair next to her, 'word travels fast in this place.'

Calleigh frowned, 'that it does.'

'Okay, so what do you want me to do?'

'The story is running now on Channel 4 News. Can you record it for me?'

'Easy.' Bragged Dan, pressing a few buttons on the keyboard. The news story flashed onto the screen. He pressed a few more buttons and the computer began to save what was being shown. 'Now what?'

'Now we find out what's going off in that clip. Can you enlarge the image?'

Dan nodded and zoomed in on the back of Cheryl.

'The bullet scars seem to match.' Said Calleigh, looking momentarily guilty. Dan, who didn't know what exactly had happened under the pier, said nothing.

'That's definitely Cheryl.' Confirmed Dan, clicking with his mouse, 'same height.'

'And that's definitely Cole?'

Dan switched to another monitor, pulled up google, and searched Cole Turnall and pulled up a web page, before returning to the other monitor and clicking on Cole a few more times with his mouse. 'Same height there too. According to this website, Cole has a small scar above his right eyebrow.' He zoomed in on Cole's face, 'and that looks like it there.'

'Is there any way this could be faked?'

Dan nodded, 'it's is entirely possible,' he peered at the screen, 'but if someone faked this, it's an excellent job.'

'Can you work on this, Dan? See if it's a fake?' Calleigh got up and left the room.

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Cheryl was still chewing at her nails. Horatio had left her a while earlier, and she was sat stood in his office, where he had asked her to stay, staring out of the window at downtown Miami. Behind her, the door opened.

'I need a urine sample.'

Cheryl turned around to find Rick and two officers. 'And you can have one, but I'm not having them watch me whilst I give it you.'

'You are, Miss Carter.'

'It's detective,' spat Cheryl through gritted teeth.

'It's okay, Rick. I'll accompany Cheryl.' Said Calleigh, as she appeared next to him.

Cheryl sighed. Her day just kept getting worse. She nodded and followed Calleigh out and to the bathroom, where, despite her embarrassment, she produced a sample. She left the bathroom and headed to an interview room where they found Rick waiting for them.

'I want a hair sample, as well.'

Cheryl glared at him before pulling her hair out of its clip and shaking it free.

'Is this really necessary?' Asked Calleigh, as she cut a lock of Cheryl's hair.

'You know, as well as I do, urine only shows recent use of drugs. Hair samples can show drug usage from months ago, and judging from the length of Carter's hair, we have a few months here.' Said Rick.

'It's okay, Calleigh. I've never done drugs.' Said Cheryl quietly.

'You may be about to be cleared of the drug allegations, but there is still the issue of your tampering in the Turnall Case.'

'Alleged tampering, Rick. You haven't proved any evidence tampering, and, guess what? You won't. Because I haven't.'

Rick smiled. 'Where were you this morning?'

Cheryl took a deep breath. 'I left the house at about 7.30am.'

'Have you got any witnesses to that?' Asked Calleigh.

'Only half the Miami paparazzi,' she told her. 'I got here about twenty minutes later.'

Rick looked at his file in front of him. 'You managed to get here from your apartment in twenty minutes?'

'Oh look, a crime I actually committed. I was speeding.' She said, sarcastically.

'What did you do next?' Asked Calleigh, trying to change the subject.

'I came in, had an argument with CSI Delko, had an argument with CSI Dusquane, went to see Dr. Alexx Woods, and had an argument with her, before leaving and having an argument with CSI Speedle,' said Cheryl. Her voice broke on Speed's name and she quickly coughed, 'and yes, the question of my alleged relationship with Cole Turnall did crop up.'

'So your co-workers all believed you were having a relationship with Cole Turnall?' Asked Rick.

'It would appear so.' Replied Cheryl.

'Your co-workers who are CSIs and trained to spot lies.'

'It would appear so,' repeated Cheryl through gritted teeth.

'Your CSI co-workers thought you were lying about you relationship with Cole Turnall?'

'Am I going stupid, or have I just answered this question?' Flared Cheryl, slamming her fist on the table.

'That's quite a temper you have their,' said Rick quietly.

'What the hell has my temper got to do with having a relationship with someone?'

Rick smiled, 'nothing, but a quick temper is a classic characteristic of a drug user.'

Cheryl flung her arms in the air and leant back in the chair. 'This is bollocks, and you know it.'

'I would like to say, at this point,' interject Calleigh, 'that the argument Cheryl and I had this morning was about her alleged claims in solving the majority of cases, not her alleged relationship with Cole Turnall.'

'Thank you, Ms. Dusquane. However, we are interviewing Detective Carter here, not you. You will have your own say later when we interview you.' Said Rick. 'So,' he said, returning his attention to Cheryl, 'After you had all these disagreements, what did you do next?'

'I went to the lab to continue my fingerprint checks from the prints I had pulled from the hotel room yesterday. I was doing this for about an hour when Horatio appeared and we went to the hospital.'

'And was going to the hospital relevant to the case?'

'No.'

'Was it relevant to your current health?'

'No.'

'Or Lieutenant Caine's?'

'No.'

'So why did you go to the hospital?'

Cheryl took a deep breath. 'Personal reasons.'

'But you just said your visit wasn't pertaining to your health.' Said Rick, making a note on his notepad.

'It wasn't.'

'So why were you there?'

'Like I said, personal reasons.'

'Detective Carter, this could be relevant to the case.' Pressed Rick.

'Relevant or not, I'm not telling you why I was there. I just was. And there is Lieutenant Caine to witness me being there.'

Rick made another note, 'and where did you go afterwards?'

'Back here to the Lab.'

'You came straight back here?'

Cheryl sighed. 'No. I went for a drive, and had a small walk on the beach first.'

Rick smiled, 'is there anyone who can verify this?'

Cheryl shook her head. 'I wanted to be alone.'

'And why is that?'

'I wanted to clear my head.'

'And how long were you alone for?'

'About an hour.'

Rick's smile grew.

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'Hi Alexx, is this a bad time?' Speed asked Alexx, who was part way through sewing up the chest of another body.

'Hello boys,' greeted Alexx, 'for you two, it's never a bad time. Just let me finish this last stitch. A rarity in here,' she said, indicating to the body, 'died of natural causes,' she told them, as she tied the last knot.

'I can't remember the last DB I processed which died of natural causes.' Mused Eric, as Alexx pulled off her gloves.

'So what can I do for you two?' She asked them.

'We're here about the bodies from the Cole Turnall Case,' explained Speed.

'I gave my findings to Cheryl, this morning.'

'Cheryl's off the case,' said Speed, shortly.

Alexx pursed her lips, but said nothing, instead heading to where the two bodies were being stored. She pulled out the first one and draped back the white cloth. 'This here is Amber White, age twenty-two, from Tallahassee, here on vacation. Parents have already been to claim the body. She's being shipped out tomorrow morning. She died first, from a drug overdose. Tox came back; it's definitely because of cocaine.'

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

'I checked the liver temp in the hotel room, and it put the TOD at about 4am. Same with girl two.' Alexx pulled out the second girl. 'This is Xena Doman. Poor baby is only fifteen. A local from here in Miami. Her parents are on their way back from Reno. She was knocked unconscious – there's evidence of blunt force trauma on the side of her head – which could also explain the lack of defensive wounds.'

'Any ideas on what caused that?'

'I don't know, Timmy. It looks like it could have been caused by a fist, but,' she turned the head around, 'there's evidence here of something small puncturing the skull.'

'What else?' Asked Speed as he took a picture of the puncture wound.

'She died from suffocation, as I suspected.'

'Any fibres?'

'No. Poor baby's nasal passages are clear.'

'That would explain the lack of death mask on the pillows when I checked them earlier.' Said Eric.

'I'm sorry I can't be more helpful.' Apologised Alexx.

'Don't worry, Alexx.' Said Eric, he turned to Speed, 'to the hotel?'

Speed nodded, and the two men turned to leave.

'Timmy,' called Alexx, after them, 'can I have a word?'

'I'll catch you up, he told Eric, before taking a deep breath and turning around. 'What's up Alexx?' He asked as Eric left, knowing that he already knew the answer to the question, as he asked it.

'Are you alright, sweetie?'

'I'm fine, Alexx,' he sighed.

'Those red eyes tell me otherwise.'

'It's over.' He told her shortly.

'Tim, I spoke to Cheryl earlier, and I honestly believe that the picture was nothing.'

'You haven't seen the news, then?'

'No, I've been doing an autopsy. Why?' She frowned.

'They have a film of him kissing her.'

'Him kissing her?'

'Him kissing her, her kissing him. It's all the same thing. The fact of the matter is it wasn't me, and the whole of Miami knows this.' He turned around and walked out.

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