A/N: I know it's taken me ages to post again, but I had a lot of trouble with this chapter. Would you believe this is my third attempt at it? The problem was that I knew what I wanted to say, and what information I wanted to give out, but actually getting that down on paper (or on computer) was tricky. I didn't help myself by having a brilliant (or so I think) idea for an NCIS story, which utterly distracted me from this. The point is, this story is coming to an end, as our heroes are getting close to catching the bad guys, but you may need to stick with me as I work out the kinks in the story, so that it actually makes sense. Enough rambling...on with the tale. Please read and review as normal!

Horatio woke up early and stayed still for a moment, knowing he should let Eric get on with the investigation himself. That meant staying out of his way. Which meant not rushing into work. He stayed still for a further ten seconds before giving in and getting up. Frankie rolled into the hollow left by his body and sighed contentedly. He pulled the covers up over her shoulders and she curled up tighter. He watched her sleep for almost a minute before he remembered he was meant to be in a rush to get into work.

"I love you," he whispered, awed as always that anyone could love him back.

CSI was buzzing with activity when he found Eric. The young man was grinning triumphantly, and Horatio raised his eyebrows curiously. "H! We got them!" Excitement shone in Eric's dark eyes. "I found them, and we know all about it!"

Horatio held up a hand. "Whoa, slow down. Who have you found, and what do we know all about?"

Eric flushed. "OK, so we knew David Barker and Kathryn Warner both appeared out of the blue in Miami six years ago. There was no sign of them on any database, and CODIS and AFIS both lucked out. So, I thought about why they might have had to disappear. I ran a search for unsolved crimes from six years ago. In North Carolina, there was a spate of armed robberies that stopped six years ago after one of the gang was shot and another arrested. That meant that two of the gang disappeared off the face of the planet, with all the money. A description of one of the robbers matches David Barker, and the other one was definitely a woman, who basically fits Warner's description."

Horatio, impressed, nodded to himself. "That was the only crime that fits the profile?"

"The only one where there were no clues about the identity of the perps, and where one of them was a woman."

"Nice work Eric." Eric stood a little taller at that. Horatio rarely was effusive in his praise, but it was always genuine. "Pull Warner in. I think we should have a little chat with her. We still have to find the bomber."

"The robber who got arrested never gave away anything about his partners, but he was recently released on bail. What if they weren't willing to share the goods now?"

Horatio doubted that, the graphologist's profile suggested someone other than a typical criminal. But Eric was on a roll, and it seemed a shame to ruin that now, for what was only a hunch. So he merely nodded and said, "It's a possibility. Get Ryan to go with Frank and pull Ms Warner in, while you check up on the status and whereabouts of our parolee."

Frankie was allowed a lot of leeway still with her timekeeping due to her sick leave, mainly because when the Captain had suggested anything else, Horatio had stared at him silently until the Captain backed down. So no one said anything when she came in half an hour after she should have.

"What's going on?"

Calleigh was typing quickly, and answered without looking around. "Ryan's gone to get Kathryn Warner. Eric found a string of bank robberies that ended six years ago, which ties Barker and Warner together. Even if we don't have any evidence of that just yet," she grinned. "I'm just trying to find out a little more about the one robber who was arrested." Calleigh all but glowed with pride at Eric's good work.

"And Eric and Horatio?"

"Eric's running down some trace evidence from the bombs, to see if there's anything there. No idea where Horatio is, but when you find him, could you tell him that the other robber was a Marty Periman, who did five years and was released three months ago?"

"No problem." Frankie smiled: it was amazing the difference a solid lead could do to morale. Yesterday, everyone had been down and lethargic. Today, everyone was upbeat, and raring to go. Unusually, Horatio was in his office. He rarely stayed there for anything other than paperwork. Except for that time….she shivered as she thought back to the first time she had ended up in Horatio's bed.

"Hey you." She smiled fondly at him, one hand in the act of running through his head in a gesture of annoyance.

"Good afternoon," he commented, making a show of looking at the time. Frankie snickered. Give him ten minutes and he'd be telling her to take it easy.

"So, Dad officially thinks you'll do," she commented, sitting down with a sigh of relief. Some days, her back just ached for no good reason. Horatio's eyes flashed with concern, but he let it go for now. "He said that you were actually quite intelligent. For a local cop." She laughed at Horatio's hurt expression. For some unknown reason, FBI hated local police and vice versa. It was always the same.

"I'm thrilled I make the grade," he replied dryly.

"You know him. That's a big compliment. Anyway, I hear we're making real progress on the case."

"Hmm. We'll see. I'm not convinced that the bomber is a disgruntled partner from six years ago."

"Then who?"

"Jessie Delaney was in the bank when the robbery went down, and got killed by one of the robbers. Her father was in the Marines. It was a military style bomb." And that would fit with Dr Alexandrou's assessment of the notes, Frankie thought. Righting a wrong. A murdered daughter definitely counted as a wrong.

"Where does her father live these days?"

"He just moved to Miami. Two months ago," Horatio said quietly. "If I'm wrong, I'll be putting him through all of this again for nothing." He sighed, shuffling papers on his desk. "If you're not busy, I'd like you to interview Kathryn Warner with Eric."

"Fine."

"But take it easy, OK? There's no need to overtax yourself. What did I say?" he asked, frowning in bemusement as she started to laugh. "What?"