Wednesday, August 16. Hawaii.

Horatio groaned and rolled over in the bed, his arm reaching out for Calleigh. He was met by thin air.

His eyes snapped open and he sat up straight. "Calleigh?" He called.

"In here handsome." Calleigh's light, beautiful voice called to him from the bathroom.

Horatio shook his head and got up. He padded softly in his bare feet to the bathroom, where he found Calleigh dressed in a knee-length prairie skirt and a t-shirt. He smiled as he snaked his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder.

"Morning." He mumbled, drowsily.

She laughed. "Good morning. You ready?"

"For what?" He asked, turning her so she was facing him.

"Breakfast," Calleigh said brightly. She slipped out of his arms and gave him a quick kiss. "We only have 20 minutes to get down there." She called as she searched for her shoes.

"Let me shower."

Horatio stepped out of the bathroom 15 minutes later, showered and dressed.

"Hey, Emily just called." Calleigh said.

"Really?" Horatio said as he grabbed his shoes from the closet.

"Yeah. She said everything at the lab is fine and she hopes we're having a good time."

"I personally, am having a wonderful time." Horatio said as he took Calleigh's hand and escorted her down to breakfast.

Emily smiled as she hung up her cell phone in the Break Room after talking to Calleigh. Apparently, she and Horatio were having a wonderful time, and Calleigh was happier than she had ever been. This was definitely a good thing.

Eric walked into the break room. "What's got you so happy?"

"I just talked to Calleigh. Sounded like she is enjoying the honeymoon."

"Good. Look we have a new case. Looks like a homicide."

"I'll get my kit."

"Ryan and I will meet you at the car."

20 minutes later they had pulled up to the new Crime Scene. Emily walked into the house, looking around at the marble floors and the expensive paintings that decorated the walls. Tripp was interviewing a man and a woman in the corner. The woman was sobbing and clinging to the man's chest, while the man was rubbing her back.

Emily made her way up the wrap-around staircase. A police officer pointed her to the bedroom at the end of the hall.

She gasped as she entered the room. It was a child's bedroom. The mangled body of a little girl lay on the bed. Blood stained the covers, the walls, and the floors of the room.

She walked slowly over to the girl's body. She looked at the blood stained face.

"No…" She whispered.

She felt her stomach churning. She dropped her kit and ran out of the room, into the bathroom, and proceeded to heave up her breakfast.

Eric saw Emily dash out of the room for the bathroom. He put down his kit by the bedroom door, and walked into the bathroom to find her retching. He leaned over and rubbed her back until the heaving finally stopped.

Emily stood up slowly on shaky legs and flushed the toilet. She went to the sink and splashed some water on her face. She stood there for a minute leaning against the sink.

"Are you alright?" Eric asked.

"It was her," Emily said softly. "That was the girl I saved. It was my first case. Don't you remember?" She turned towards him.

Eric eyes widened with realization and pulled her into a hug. She leaned on him for a moment, allowing him to comfort her and then she pulled back. She looked up at him. Her eyes had a look of raw anger and determination.

"We are going to get the bastard that did this." She growled, stalking back to the room.

She paused at the door, steeling herself. She opened her kit and began to process with Ryan. Eric stood next to Alexx, discussing time and cause of death.

Emily took her crime light and began looking over the blood on the walls, looking for any sort of pattern; there was none. She was taking samples of the blood when something on the floor caught her attention. It was brown, and had the consistency of sand. She photographed it, and bagged the evidence. She carefully swept the rest of the room, searching the little girl's dresser for anything out of the ordinary. She found a small piece of paper that looked out of place. She photographed it, and picked it up.

She looked at it for a minute. It had a sequence of numbers on it. She studied the numbers carefully and immediately recognized the first three numbers as Miami's area cod. It was a phone number, but the number was incomplete. She bagged the paper.

She went out in the hall and searched all the bedrooms but found nothing else on that floor. As she descended the marble staircase she found a bloody shoe print. She photographed it, took a sample of the blood, and lifted it.

She continued her search on the first floor and found nothing else out of the ordinary. She paused by the basement door. More bloody shoe prints. These were different from the previous one she had found. She took more pictures, took samples of the blood, and lifted two more shoe prints. She opened the door and found a staircase.

Tensing, she pulled out her gun and walked carefully down the stairs. She paused at the bottom of the stairs and took in the room before her. It was bare, no paint on the walls, no carpet, but it was stacked with boxes. One of the boxes was open. She holstered her gun and approached the box. It was filled with small, leather, drawstring cases of some sort. She opened one. Inside were small, plastic bags of Heroin.

She pulled out her cell phone and called Eric.

"Hey, Eric, you might want to…" Pain coursed through her head and everything went black.

"Emily? Emily!" Eric shouted into the phone.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked as Eric pulled his gun.

"Come on, we've got to find Emily!"

Ryan and Eric rushed down the stairs guns drawn, searching each room as they passed through the house. They finally found the stairs to the basement. Eric paused at the top of the stairs and signaled to Ryan to proceed with caution.

A man stood over the youngest CSI. He picked her up and began to drag her to the door. He heard running footsteps, dropped the girl and took off out the basement door, escaping two very angry CSIs.

"Emily?" Eric called, his eyes sweeping over the room. He saw her cell phone on the floor. Nearby was a small leather pouch. He opened the pouch and pulled out a plastic bag.

"I've got Heroin." He called to Ryan.

"Eric, I found her!" Ryan yelled back.

Eric dropped the Heroin and ran around the crates. He knelt next to Ryan, who was checking her over for any injuries. His hands reached her head.

"There's a nasty bump here," he said, feeling the back of her head. "But otherwise, I think she's okay."

"Emily, wake up." Eric called softly, gently shaking her shoulder.

Emily moaned as she came to. "What happened?"

"You got knocked out," Ryan said. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Two."

"Good. Look at me." Ryan said. His eyes searched hers for a moment looking for any irregularity in the pupils. He saw none.

"Okay. Let's get you up." Eric said. He and Ryan helped Emily to her feet.

"Feeling dizzy?" Ryan asked as soon as she was on her feet.

"Nope," Emily replied, rubbing the back of her head. "I just have one hell of a headache."

"Let's process this place and get back to the lab." Eric said.