Gravedigger - Miami Style
Authors' Note: how the hell did this get passed by of not being Miami'fied? O well...i'll have fun with this hehehehe, Disclaimer is i dunt own CSI characters or even the basic story line... Warnings for violence, angst, yadda yadda. if you have read any other of my stories yea all know the way i am... Lets' get this story on the road. Enjoy and please review
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Horatio Caine stepped out of his silver hummer. A slight breeze passed through the area. The night air was cool and wet. The one crime scene where he didn't need his sunglasses. He grabbed his silver case and shut his door. The Lieutenant sauntered briskly over to the officer that was joining him that particular night for that particular case.
"Officer Schwab?" He greeted, the officer turned around in recognition and replied a greeting in return. Horatio then moved towards the victim of this particular scene, taking in the sights in detail before kneeling down.
The red haired CSI examined the victim, mumbling aloud his findings. He had no idea, not even a inkling of the events that were about to take place. He went upon his job like any other scene, taking evidence and photographing it.
Suddenly he felt a strong arm around his mouth, accompanied by another around his waist, pressing in tightly. The hand over his mouth had a cloth on it covering both his mouth and nose, he smelt something off about the breath intake through the cloth. Of course this wasn't what he realized at first, but instead fought with the suspect that incase him in this hold. One thing was for sure and that was this suspect was alot stronger and most likely bigger then Horatio himself. The lieutenant elbowed the man hard and then stomped his foot down on the others.
The suspect yelped and released his hold. As soon as he had Horatio doubled around faster then lightning as it seemed to face his assailiant. His vision became blurry then, as he felt dizzy. He still had enough left to pull out his gun and try and shoot the suspect. Due to the blurry and dizzyness that he felt though, he missed every round he fired off. Soon his magazine was empty and he heard the click-click of an empty one. He stumbled backwards, away from the suspect. He didn't have any ammo to replace his empty casing back. The suspect seemed to have been unharmed, yet Horatio was barely standing on his feet. Dizzy and nausea overwhelming him, the assailant approached. The suspect looked like a large black blog as Horatio fell to one knee.
"Nice try..." The assailant spoke to Horatio, before another gunshot rang off. The lieutenant let out a yelp of agony as centeralized and intensive pain flooded his senses, it was relatively located at his shoulder; and as if there was a reflex for it, the red haired CSI pulled his uninjured hand to where he figured the wound was. He knew he was right when he felt the sticky crimson liquid escape from the hole in his flesh and clothing. He was gasping by now, trying to retain conciousness, but it was increasingly becoming much harder.
"Sleep now." The voice of the assailant said, Horatio felt a sharp pain of a dull object connecting with his skull then everything going black.
