Title: Trashed and Scattered.

Fandom: CSI Miami / NY cross

Author: Sammie.

Co-authors: Ruth (mondeo) and Ruth (quarry quest)

With Thanks To: Heather Le Sommer, Pixielashes, Heather King, Binglexjells.

Part: Four of about fifteen.

Pairing: H/C (though there isn't much)

Spoilers: 3.01 - Lost Son.

Disclamer: I down own CSI:Miami or CSI:NY or any of the music and song lyrics used in this fic. Please don't sue me. I do own Deryck and Millie, so please don't sue me…

Story Synopsis: Millie Caine as a habit for getting in to trouble. With the last eighteen months still heavy in her mind she struggles to find her feet again, but when she fears her father is in danger she would put her own life on the line for the person she loves the most She begins to wonder…will this ever end?

Chapter Four synopsis: Millis in deep deep trouble…

CHAPTER FOUR: Suspect.

She arrived back at the hotel after dark. The lobby was crowed as people made there way about, their evening planed and packed full with activities. After Andy 'bothering' her for half an hour to come and eat with the rest of the band Millie gave in and they settled in Andy's room with three large pizzas -which had been carefully smuggled in from Dominos down the road- and began eating.

The fake atmosphere in the room was poisonous to Millie as she tried desperately to escape her own emotions. She heard them laugh. A stab to her heart…he was dead…how could they laugh? How could they bloody laugh?

"I saw you behind the bus with that gal last night Deryck." Andy said with a giggle as he elbowed Deryck with a devilish smile. Deryck mumbled something turning his head away. "You two were getting pretty frisky!" Andy continued. Millie had to grasp her non existent self control to stop the emotional outburst that would soon rear its ugly head.

"Yeah, yeah."

"So spill the gossip! Did you sleep with her." There was silence. Everyone, including Millie had turned to look at Deryck. He blushed turning away and mumbled an unmistakable 'yes'.

Andy smiled and playfully punched him on the shoulders.

"Dude, I always though you were gay." There was another laugh round the room.

Deryck met Millie's eyes.

"Well, you are quite the ladies man aren't you." her voice laced with a cocktail of bitterness, hatred and sarcasm. "If you don't mind me ladies and gentlemen. I shall leave you, I need to sleep." with that Millie rose up and walked out the room. Showing no emotion. She closed the door calmly and walked the five meters across the hall to her own. She threw the baloney doors open in a last ditch attempt to find something that would give her even an inch of control back, anything at all to make her feel the little bit more in control.

She stood there for a while before the shrill ring of her cell phone pierced the air. She slid her hand into her pocked and flipped it open.

"Hello." She stated with no emotion.

"Hey."

"Oh…hi Dad."

"You okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay. Just tired." She told him.

"Okay, I'm on my way up to New York."

"Oh…right okay. Am I going to be able to see you while your working?"

"Of course. I'll give you a call when I get in okay?"

"Yeah sure talk to you later." she said goodbye to him flatly, leaving him with a feeling something wasn't right.

Millie was upset to say the least. Devastated that so much of her 'perfect' life had now crashed around her. She felt Deryck behind her.

"What do you want?"

"I need to talk to you Millie."

"Fuck off."

His knock on the door was ignored by the arguing party inside.

"You cheated on me you son of a bitch!" Millie snapped angry at him, her reaction had been a shock to herself. In a situation like this she expected herself to crumble and break down. However, this time she was too angry for tears at this moment in time.

"I didn't mean it."

"Oh so yeah she fell and landed on your dick so you had sex!" she cried outraged. "It wasn't a fucking accident Deryck! You knew what you were doing!"

Danny paused at the door, listening for a few minutes to the quickly escalating argument inside.

"Millie I'm so sorry…It didn't mean anything. You're the one I'm in love with." Deryck told her calmly, moving forward and reaching out a hand, placing it on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down.

"Get your hand of me." Millie spat at him. "You don't treat people you love like shit Deryck! It meant nothing did it? It had to of meant something if you slept with her!"

"Millie I swear to god it meant nothing!"

"Tell me this is the only time."

There was silence from the room. "Deryck…tell me this is the only time."

"Millie I'm sorry…"

"You lying son of a bitch! I fucking knew it!" There was a loud slap as Millie struck Deryck across the face. "You fucking basterd how could you! You knew fine well I was true to you. How hard is it?"

There was silence.

"Mil…I'm sorry babes."

"Don't apologise you don't mean it. Get out my fucking room now!"

"Millie…"

"I said get out! I don't want to look at you! You make me fucking sick Deryck! To think I trusted you!"

"Listen to me Millie. It was stupid I know…and I am so sorry I didn't mean to think you would find out."

"And that's going to make it fucking better!" she cried delivering another slap.

"I deserved that."

"No you deserve a fucking bullet to the heart for what you've done! Now go! I don't ever want to see you again!"

Danny knocked at the door again.

"What the fuck is it now!" Millie yelled opening the door. She stopped in her tracks.

"NYPD." he stated.

"What do you want…I'm busy" she snapped angrily.

"Millicent Caine?" he asked her.

"Yeah…"

"Millicent, your under arrest on suspicion of murder..." he begin.

"Woah! Hold on a minutes on what are your charges based?"

"We'll talk about that later right now, your commin' with us." He told her as he pulled her hand behind her back. She turned to Deryck. Danny could feel the anger in her eyes.

"lock the door on your way and give the key back to reception. I don't want to see you." She told him flatly.

Millie was silent in the car, an almost lost look in her eyes as she followed the New York streets.

"How you holdin' up kid?" Millie continued to stair out the window. She never said anything but just shook her head, causing a tear escape her eye.

"Couldn't help but over hear you and that guy…havin' words…"

"I think 'having words' doesn't quite describe it." an almost hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Well wasn't he a bit old for you anyway? I gotta tell you, guys can be scum. Sleepin' around, breakin' hearts like it's all just a day job."

"…he was my first boyfriend." Millie mumbled quietly. Still staring out the window.

"Ouch. But shouldn't the first guy be more your own age?"

"Well when your in the music industry...you don't have the luxury of trusting many people...your either a cocaine fuelled one night stand in a posh night club...or a quick fuck so they can sell it to a newspaper." There was distinct string of bitterness in though her voice.

"Millie, I've heard all these stories from girls and guys before in different circles. If you sit back and stop looking, the right one always turns up or notices you're there"

"Yeah…suppose your right." her voice quite and trailing off as she looked back out the window.

"Why am I under arrest?" She asked him, finally making eye contact. A mix of confusion, sadness and loss in her eyes. She searched his eyes for some sign of emotion. "I want to know what the hell is going on."

"I'll explain it to you when we get to the station."

Millie simply hung her head…she had no idea what was happening.