He felt his need grow the faster and harder he ran through the park. She fell asleep before they could complete their first time together. She was exhausted already. I'll ease up on the dosages

He could still feel her writhing underneath him, hearing her moans as he took his fill of her breasts. She was quite responsive and sweet. He had just reached her womanhood when he was met with resistance. It's almost as if she'd snapped back to reality, her eyes losing the cloud for just a moment. "Too... tired..." she grumbled before completely passing out. HIs disappointment was obvious. Dressing her incredibly limp body, he laid her on his chest. Her petite frame pressed down on him and he felt content. Her breaths were very deep and even, only little noises of content fell past her lips as he caressed her. Her vanilla and lavender scent wafting all around him. While his erection had died down, he still felt very wired at knowing her body was intimately pressed against him. With a heavy sigh he placed her gently on the bed before tucking her in. Then he set out into the night for a quick run.

He'd been behaving himself since he caught Caine's radar and he's been itching. Besides the normal family business, he hadn't played and the sexual frustration finally reached his peak after Leigh fell asleep on him. With a deep yet frustrated sigh he stops at the right place. Sleeping under a tree and tucked between some shrubs was "Marty" , a bum who frequented the parks around the area. He was strewn across his makeshift tent, carefree and living life at its absolute lowest. With a grunt of disgust he heads straight to his car for his kit.

Returning with leather gloves and a cap, he stalks his prey. His feet landing softly across the grass. Gently rolling the waste of life, he gags at the stench that permeates from it. "Good riddance" he says before skillfully slits the bum's throat just lightly enough to cut his windpipe. The degenerate's eyes opened up in fright and his throat let out a wheeze as he silently screamed.

With a rush he gets to stabbing, because after all they did say stabbings were a way to get rid of sexual bum could only stare at him with pain and betrayal. Esteban had almost always stopped during his runs and gave him cash, looks like he doesn't have to now. The frustrations he felt over not being able to play, finally finding a woman to own and not being able to do anything with her just yet all combined into a sudden surge of anger. Looking down, the bum had already passed, it's chest a bloody mess. But Esteban wasn't finished.

With a second wind, he begins his favorite part...mutilating.

Horatio eyed the peaceful scene before him. Bal Harbor has always been beautiful, the coastline providing such a refreshing breeze. But today was different because the usual blues and greens of the park were splattered with different shades of red.

"What have we got H '' turning He eyes Eric making his way over to the scene. The Cuban looks bothered and he understands why. "Eric. We've got a DB in the park. It was an absolute massacre. Tom says he's been dead for at most 4 hrs. The windpipe had been severed so there was no sound most likely, so no witnesses. It looks like he was transient based on the blankets

and makeshift like someone got a jump on him, the man had no chance to fight back" Horatio takes in a full view of the horrific scene.

Whoever did this was angry, enraged. Between the soaked shrubs and the splattered trunk of the palm tree layed a mangled man. Walking towards the body, Horatio had to dance around the evidence. There were pieces of flesh and clothing that grew the closer they stepped to the body. Once they reached the poor soul, both Horatio and Eric couldn't help but hold on their gasp.

The victim's face was contorted in fear, his eyes and mouth wide in fright. There was nothing but pure fear reflecting in the dilated pupils. His lips were curled around his teeth in a silent scream, one that never went past his throat. The fingers were curled as he balled his fist in obvious pain. Horatio couldn't help but send a silent prayer to the Lord that this man at the very least didn't suffer too long.

"H..." Eric said trailing off. He himself heard and felt the urgency of his younger brother. "I know Eric, we need to catch this monster" walking away, unable to free himself from the copper smell, he takes solace in the shoreline. Bal Harbor has it's beauty and unfortunately this crime has marred it. But his city always bounces back no matter what. Looking back at the contorted body, he feels a sense of dread wash over him. The last violent crime of this nature to happen was from the Taunter case.

Esteban has been quiet and as far as he's been seeing, behaving himself. And this victim is way off from his type. That offered little solace as that meant there was another monster running out. And one who struck so close to...

"Eric, tell me brother. Calleigh, doesn't she live near here?" He watches the Cuban man come to the realization of their exact location. And as if answering a silent prayer, she pulls up in her own car. She's a picture of professionalism with her signature facade. Her green eyes were stern, her mouth carried a slight scowl as she took in the scene. As they had 15 minutes before, she gasped visibly at the state of the victim. There's sadness that breaks through her serious demeanor for a lot longer than it normally would. Horatio watches as she takes a deep shaky breath. She recognizes the man.

"Ma'am, you okay?" he asks and she starts at the sound of him addressing her. Now that she's closer, he can see dark circles underneath her eyes. They were subtle but even subtle is out of the ordinary for her, but given the crime scene he couldn't be sure. She speaks quietly, as if she was trying to find words, still unable to process what she's seeing. "This is uhm... this was Paul, Paul Schauffer. He started popping in and out of here every once in a while. Said his wife kicks him out every once in a while but he chooses to 'go hobo' and come out here if the weather is good enough. He says he's been getting drunk and disorderlies left and right lately. I haven't seen him in a while though, I thought he finally got help."' her tone was sad.

"Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary?" Eric comes up and asks, his voice and face concerned. She turns to him answering louder than she had earlier "No, it's been quiet for weeks. I haven't even seen Paul in almost two months. Nothing unusual and nothing being whispered in neighborhood gossip either."

"Thank you" Horatio says, " we'll probably be out here collecting evidence for a while. I know you've been taking less time out in the field but you wouldn't mind?" his eyes are hopeful, she was invaluable in the field. She gives him a small smile before nodding and joining in Eric's collecting of evidence.

And as Calleigh was a shine of hope, what he sees now is nothing but despair. Esteban makes his way down the path, like the other joggers he slows down as he comes across the scene. His face is unreadable. Taking calm steps towards the menace, Horatio takes the time to truly keep himself calm. I'll be a fool, he's just here because of marathon training. Coincidences seem to be a common occurrence for this man

Esteban makes eye contact with him and a sneer crosses his face. "Lt, it's been a while. It appears that death is an omen for me." His stance is friendly, there's no mischievous spark behind his eye. "Seems to be a random attack, you haven't happened to see anything out of the ordinary lately?".

Esteban tilts his head in thought, a look flashing across his eyes. "I haven't seen anything in a few weeks. There's been a vagrant man who comes here every once in a while, but other than him no. Nothing out of the ordinary." turning with a nod Horatio heads back to his CSIs trying his hardest to beat away the doubt that Esteban just happened across this scene. Calleigh's tired form again the sense of dread envelopes him again. This isn't good, this uneasy feeling.