This story begins after CSI Miami ended but I do not have the story set in 2011. The year is 1988 but I have the technology of today. I changed where Calleigh grew up, I have her from Georgia. Going with the storyline, she adopted a boy and girl in the last season. But I changed Eric's future on the CSI team.

Eric Delko retired from being a crime scene investigator several months ago. He now owns his own tow truck and returned to the job he held before he joined the csi team.

"Bingo. Here we go." Eric smiled as he saw the tail end of a truck half in the water in the Everglades. He got his waders on and hooked up the truck. As the truck was pulled from the murky water, Eric got alittle suspicious when he saw the Georgia tags on the truck.

"Long way from home, aren't ya?" He asked the truck. Eric reached for the door and that's when he noticed the blood on the passenger side window. He looked inside the truck and noticed that it was empty. Eric walked around to the front of the tow truck and took out his cell phone.

"Hey, Horatio. This is Eric. I'm in the Glades, mile marker 107. I think I got something for you."

"On my way."

"Thanks H." Eric hung up the phone and looked around the area. "Why ditch the truck? What are you hiding?" Several minutes later Eric heard the familar sound of a vehicle approach.

"Just like old times, huh Eric?" Hortio asked as he stepped out of the truck.

"Nice to see ya again." Eric held out his hand and Horatio shook it. "See Calleigh around?"

"Not since she left."

"What do you mean, 'not since she left'?"

"She took the kids and went back to Georgia about a week ago. She didn't tell you?"

"No."

"I'm sorry, Eric."

"Yeah."

"What you got for me?"

"I don't know. Georgia plates. Blood on the outside of the passenger side window but no damage to the truck. Maybe two victims."

"Did you look in the glove box for a registration?"

"No, if it's a crime scene I didn't want to contaminate it." Horatio took out his kit, put on some gloves and opened the glove box.

"Registered to a Lukas K. Duke, Hazzard, Georgia. Long way from home, isn't he?"

"Looks like a work truck." Eric pointed to the tool box in the bed of the truck. Horatio looked around the area.

"Help me look around for a body, okay?"

"Yeah, H." Eric and Horatio walked up the road and looked in the brush. "H, I think I found him!" Horatio walked up to a dark haired man that was laying on his back, eyes open. He felt for a pulse, Horatio shook his head.

"No pulse."

"Kind of looks like he's looking at something." Eric walked in the direction where he thought the young man was looking. "We got another one!" Eric knelt down next to a blond haired man and felt for a pulse. "No pulse." Horatio took out his phone and made a call.

"Tom. I got two for you. I'll send you the location." Eric looked closer at the young blond man. He knelt down next to him and noticed that he was looking towards the dark haired man. Eric turned the young man's head and brushed the blond's hair out of his eyes. When the blond man no longer could see the dark haired man, a lone tear went down his cheek.

"H! He's not dead!"

"What?" Horatio asked as he made his way towards Eric.

"Since when does a corpse cry?" Eric pointed to the several tears that went down the young blond's cheek.

"They don't." Horatio took out his phone and called for an ambulance. "This is Lieutenant Horatio Caine, I need an ambulance in the Everglades mile marker 107."

"If he's still alive." Horatio and Eric walked back to the dark haired man and Horatio felt once again for a pulse. "No pulse but Eric look." Horatio pushed back the man's hair and pointed to the sweet that was forming on his forehead.

"Zombie drug?"

"Looks that way." As Tom was on his way to where Horatio was, he looked in the rearview mirror as he heard sirens approach. He pulled over to let it pass and ended up following the ambulance to where Horatio was. He parked his vehicle and walked up to Horatio.

"Tom, looks like we won't be needing your services after all."

"Best news I heard all week." Tom smiled as he looked at the two young men that were being loaded up into the ambulance. "Not from around here are they?"

"How did you know?" Eric asked him.

"Look how they are dressed. Don't fit in with the crowd in these parts."

"From Georgia." Horatio went to his Hummer as the ambulance drove away. "Found their wallets thrown in the brush." He put their names into the computer, shook his head and started to laugh.

"What so funny?" Tom asked.

"Look for yourself." Tom began to read the report.

"Moonshiners?"

"Got off probation last year." Replied Horatio.

"Long time to be on probation, isn't it?"

"Yeah, that's alittle unusual for running illegal whiskey." Horatio looked around for Eric.

"Eric. Could you load up the truck and tow it to our lab garage?"

"Sure, H."

"I'll fill out the forms for you to be compensated. Thanks, Eric." Horatio held out his hand and Eric shook it. "If it wasn't for you, those two men would be dead." Eric smiled.

"I'll meet you back at the lab." Eric got the truck situated onto the tow truck and drove to the CSI lab, with Horatio following.