A/N: See intro for standard disclaimers. Please R&R. I'm needy.

TenFour: Glad to see you still hanging in there. Strange to see Annie being reasonable? That won't last for long.

Annabel sat in Horatio's office a few minutes. She picked around a little and then started looking at the papers on his desk. Nothing there kept her attention long. She thought briefly about her cousin Rochelle. Ro would have been happy for the forced idleness, more time to knit. Annabel sent a silent apology to Horatio and headed for her desk.

Annabel was looking over some case notes and taking new ones. She was looking at a crime scene photo when she heard someone approaching her. Annabel looked up to see Calleigh flipping open her phone as she approached.

"Horatio? You were right. Yes. At her desk. Sure thing. Bye."

Annabel sighed heavily. "He didn't actually send you down to fetch me back, did he?"

Calleigh smiled. "No. Horatio just wanted to make sure you got no further than your desk. He knew you'd never just stay in his office."

Annabel rolled her eyes. "So he just sent you down to make sure I hadn't snuck out of the building."

"Actually, Dan brought up a few still of our shooter from Channel 4's security cameras. I wanted you to take a look and see if you could identify him."

"Gee, so I am useful after all." Annabel shook her head. "Sorry. I shouldn't snap at you."

"Not a problem. I'll just chalk it up to stress. This time." Calleigh set several photos out on Annabel's desk. "Dan blew up things as much as he could without loosing quality. Unfortunately, we never got a clear head on shot."

Annabel picked up the photos one at a time and looked at them carefully. The shooter had a baseball cap pulled down over his face and sunglasses on. She frowned. "You're right. Didn't get a good view at all."

"So nothing, huh?"

Annabel shook here head. "Well, not nothing." She picked up the still where the shooter had his gun trained on Roger and Elie. "I can tell you it isn't Rafael Cabral." She pointed to the hand holding the gun. "Rafe has Vitiligo. Right here there should be a white patch that covers about a third of the back of his hand and most of his thumb. He also has a white tuft on the back of his head. Not that you can see that with the baseball cap on."

"Could he have covered the spot with make up or had it tattooed? You wouldn't think he'd want such a recognizable marker."

Annabel shrugged. "I doubt he would covered it completely. He thought it marked him as something special."

"Then you're probably right about him not covering it up."

"Sorry I couldn't be of more help."

"Don't worry, we'll get the shooter some other way."

Calleigh gathered up the pictures. She stood up and smiled at Annabel. "Now don't go wandering off, okay?"

Annabel rolled her eyes. "I'll try and stay put."

"I'll try and believe that. Just let someone know where you're headed, okay?"

"No lectures?"

Calleigh shrugged and smiled. "I'll leave those to Horatio. Catch you later, Annie."

"See ya, Cal." Calleigh headed back down to the labs.

Annabel went back to the case file she had been looking at. She glanced at clock on the computer and frowned. Elie hadn't come by yet. No one had called about Elie yet either. Annabel decided to head down to the morgue. Maybe Elie had joined Roger's widow after all and no one had thought to tell her.

Julia Hernandez was already in the viewing room when Annabel got to the morgue. Annabel waited patiently outside. After a while, Julia and Alexx came out through the doors. Annabel recognized the well-dressed, 50ish, blonde woman from a couple of parties she had attended with Elie. Alexx noticed Annabel first. She turned Julia toward Annabel.

"Annie, do you know Mrs. Hernandez?"

Annabel held out her hand. "Hi, we've met a few times. I'm Annabel McGinty. Elinor DeVries is my sister. I'm very sorry for your loss. Roger will be missed greatly. I know Elie relied on him a lot."

Julia nodded and shook her hand. She rubbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. "A lot of people did. That was Roger. Always making everyone comfortable. Some of those authors weren't the easiest of people." Julia stopped and rubbed at her eyes again. "I don't mean you sister, of course. She was always so nice." Julia looked more closely at Annabel. "I remember you now. You're the police detective. I thought you were in Chicago."

Annabel shook her head. "I've been in Miami for almost a year now."

"Are you working on...Are you trying to find..."

Annabel shook her head. "No, I'm not. Sorry. The people working the case are the best, though. I was down here looking for my sister actually. She said she was going to meet you here."

Julia nodded. "She was supposed to meet me at the airport, but she never came. Not at all like Elie. Roger was always talking about how Elinor could be counted on to be exactly where she was supposed to be when she was supposed to be. She really was his favorite to work with."

Annabel gave her a small smile. "That would be Elie. Always trying to be accommodating." Annabel touched Julia's hand. hand. "Roger will be missed. He was a good man. Elie always spoke well about him. Let me know about the funeral. I will be there. I promise." Julia just nodded. "Do you have someone here with you?"

Julia nodded again. "My brother came down. Didn't want me to...to..to be alone."

"Alexx, I can walk her upstairs, if you want."

Alexx nodded. "Thanks, Annie. But just upstairs." Annabel flashed her an annoyed look. Did Horatio have the whole department keeping track of me. Alexx turned toward Julia. "I am truly sorry for your loss, Mrs. Hernandez."

"Thank you, Dr. Woods."

Annabel walked Julia upstairs and left her with her brother. She reiterated her condolences and then walked away. Annabel flipped open her phone.

"Horatio. Why didn't you tell me Elie hadn't turned up yet?"

"She wasn't at her hotel. The desk clerk said she called a cab. We were just tracking down where the cab went."

"And when were you going to tell me this little piece of information, Horatio?" Annabel ground out.

"Annabel..."

"No, do not 'Annabel' me. You have been deliberately hiding the fact that my sister is missing."

"We have someone looking for her. Where are you, Annabel?"

"I was down in the morgue, talking with Julia Hernandez. Finding out that Elie hadn't met her at the airport. I'm surprised Alexx hadn't let you know where I was already."

"I'm not keeping tabs on you, Annabel."

"Really? Good. Because It'll be a little hard now. I've left the building, Horatio." Annabel snapped her phone shut over Horatio's protests. She jammed it in the pocket of her pants and strode out of the building. She walked out to her car, punched in the keyless entry code and got in. Annabel reached under the front seat peeled the edge of the upholstery away and fished out her spare key. She drove out of the lot and headed toward her sister's hotel.

Horatio closed his eyes as Annabel hung up. His phone rang again immediately. He flipped it open.

"Caine."

"Lieutenant? We've got Elinor DeVries downstairs."

Horatio looked down at the floor. "I'm on my way down." He flipped his phone shut. Horatio ran his hand over his head and stood still for several moments before heading down to talk to Annie's sister.

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