Horatio looked up from the crime scene spread out before him and saw Frank Tripp striding down the street. Trailing behind the detective was a small woman with short dark hair and sunglasses. The sun glinted off the badge clipped to her belt. The new detective. Horatio's eyebrows rose slightly over the tops of his sun glasses as Tripp stopped before him.

"Frank," Horatio gave him a nod in greeting.

"What have we got, Horatio?"

"Someone didn't like his ride." Horatio nodded at the shot up taxi surrounded by police tape. Horatio looked past Tripp at the woman behind him. She was looking past Horatio at the taxi. Her head was slightly tipped and she was chewing at her bottom lip. Her fists rested on her hips. Frank glanced over his shoulder.

"Sorry, Horatio. Forgot you've been off." He jerked his head toward the other detective. "Annie, this is Horatio Caine, head of the crime lab. Horatio, this is Detective Annie McGinty. She transferred in from Gangs." Horatio held out his hand. Annabel distractedly shook it. She went right to scanning the scene.

"Nice to meet you, Lieutenant."

Horatio nodded. "How long were you with gangs, Detective? I don't believe we've crossed paths before."

Annabel looked back at Horatio. "Not all that long. I've only been in Miami about seven months. Originally from Chicago. I've run into some of your CSIs before. Met up with Eric Delko on the Mala Noche funeral hit. Listen, Frank, I'm going to see that the uniforms have gathered from the crowd." She quickly headed off. Horatio and Frank watched her cut across the crime scene.

"Sorry about that, Horatio. Annie isn't much one for small talk on scene. More like a terrier. Runs the rats to ground and then tears them to bits. You should see her file. Started Vice, did Homicide. Spent the last three years on a multi-agency gangs task force. That's one tough, little lady."

Horatio watched her working the crowd and talking to the other officers on the scene. "She doesn't look that old."

Frank chuckled. "She's not as young as she looks. Was with Chicago for 12 years. Don't let her fool you. She may look young and sweet, but I've seen her in action. She'll kick your ass if you don't watch out. She wrapped the Diaz case."

"Why, Frank. I'd say you're smitten."

Frank shook his head and laughed loudly. "Not a chance. Way too high strung. I've watched her flay a suspect. My hide ain't that thick. Besides, my wife would kill me. Nope, just admiring a fine piece of machinery at work."

Eric came over to Horatio from where he had been processing the scene. "Hey, Frank. I see you let the pit bull loose."

Tripp grinned. "You're just mad that she pinned your ass on dart board last night."

"Remind me I need to shut Ryan's mouth." Eric turned to Horatio. "We got two vics. It looks like the driver was shot through his window. His ride has a wound to the shoulder and two in the head. He also had a gun of his own."

"Good. Maybe he tagged the shooter. Finish up, get what you have back to the lab, give the gun to Calleigh." Eric nodded. He headed back to the taxi. Annabel passed him on the way. He called something to her, she turned and laughed. She turned back shaking her head. Horatio noticed deep dimples and small white teeth. Annabel was chewing on her lip again as she reached the two men.

"Well, pretty much the usual. Nobody has seen anything or anybody. I did get something out of the guy with the basketball before his buddies shut him up. The guys with the guns were in sky blue Ford Cougar with tinted windows."

"Shooters?"

"Kid said there was more than one guy leaning out the windows."

"Sounds like we have a turf problem," observed Horatio.

Annabel shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe a clean-up. We'll know more when we ID the vic. Hard to tell right now. Probably get some ideas when we get a better look at his tattoos."

"You're relatively new to Miami, Detective. How familiar are you with the gang marks around here?"

Annabel thrust her chin up. Her flashing eyes were obscured by her sunglasses, but her lips had drawn into a thin line.

"Might I remind you Lieutenant, I've spend the past seven months investigating gangs around here. Before that, I was doing the same in Chicago. You don't know me at all. I'm pretty into what I do. I run down stuff myself. I don't just wait for a bunch of lab techs and uniforms make my case for me." Annabel spun around and stalked off.

Tripp gave a low whistle. "You made a new friend there, Horatio. I told you she's got teeth. She's good. Don't try to sell her short just because she's new here."

Horatio watched Annabel move around the scene. "I'll keep that in mind, Frank."