Horatio called a team meeting in the break room once he had seen Detective Fraser leave the building. Calleigh, who was working on a drive-by shooting as well, looked exhausted, dark circles under her eyes, her normally sunny disposition dampened by the sheer amount of work she was facing. Ryan too was looking tired, but he at least looked at though he could keep going for a while yet. Calleigh looked about ready to drop. Frankie and Alexx, both on copious amounts of caffeine, were sitting on the sofa, enjoying the brief respite from work. The two bombs coupled with the bank robberies had lead to long days for the whole team, and even though the case was coming together nicely, everyone was beginning to show the strain. Everyone, that was, apart from Horatio and Eric, both of whom looked as fresh as ever.

"Kathryn Warner and David Barker are the missing two bank robbers from six years ago," Horatio confirmed, using their original names to avoid confusion. "Nice call Eric." The Cuban grinned widely at the praise. "We still have to find the bomber, ladies and gentlemen. Just because we have the people he was targeting in custody, we cannot guarantee he will not strike again. The next bomb may be coming here. Or to the prison holding Warner."

"Marty Periman lives upstate, in St Petersburg. I still think it's more likely to be him than anyone else," Eric said.

"It's a possibility. However, I also want to look into Richard Delaney, the father of the murdered girl from the bank robbery. He just moved to Coconut Grove." Eric looked mutinous but grudgingly nodded his agreement. "Eric, take Frank with you on a road trip upstate. Go visit our parolee and see what he has to say. You never know, he may have received suspicious packages as well. Mr Wolfe, you're with me."

Calleigh took a sharp breath and Frankie shot her a worried look. Then the petite ballistics expert seemed to droop even further. Eric, who had initially looked pleased that Horatio trusted him to follow his instincts, bit his lip. "Uh, H, could I take Calleigh instead of Frank?"

Horatio frowned. "Don't you have a drive-by to work on Calleigh?"

"Yep. It doesn't matter." Calleigh spoke with a forced brightness.

Eric rolled his eyes. "It's kind of a special day, H. I'd booked a restaurant and everything."

"You had?" Calleigh asked, her voice softening as she looked at him. Eric flushed and Horatio exchanged amused glances with Frankie.

"Eric, take Frank with you to St Petersburg, leave Calleigh to work on her drive-by and when all this is over, I will personally pay for a meal for you two at the finest restaurant in Miami to make it up to you!"

"Thanks H!"

"You don't have to do that Horatio," Calleigh laughed.

"Go and get on with some work before I change my mind," Horatio shook his head fondly, as the three young CSIs left the room, laughing. He fixed Frankie and Alexx with a stern stare. "Not one word out of either of you. Not one word."

They waited until he left the room before they spoke. "Just a big softie," Frankie said, watching his lean figure disappear down the corridor.

Alexx snorted with laughter. "Oh yeah, honey, he was really known for being 'just a big softie' before you showed up!"

Richard Delaney worked as a security guard for one of the exclusive jewellers on Collins Avenue. As always, the traffic on Collins was such that Horatio was forced to park the Hummer a block away and walk. Ryan easily fell into the fast walk of the patrol officer, and thought momentarily that he missed the simplicity of life in patrol. Glancing at Horatio by his side, Ryan internally shook his head. Whatever problems had occurred during his time at CSI, he wouldn't go back to Patrol for anything. He was a CSI now, and that would be where he would stay. By the time he had finished his internal dialogue, Ryan realised he had lost his supervisor. Horatio was standing outside a jeweller's, seemingly entranced by what he saw.

Backtracking through the crowd, Ryan followed Horatio's gaze. More jewellery. What was the big deal? It wasn't the shop they were looking for, so why had they stopped? "H? Is everything OK?" he asked cautiously.

Horatio blinked a couple of times, before focusing on Ryan. "Everything's fine." He looked back at the window, hesitantly, suddenly seeming nervous. Not a word Ryan had ever associated with Horatio Caine, not even when he had been arrested for murder. "What do you think of that ring?"

The ring he had indicated was a marquise cut diamond in the middle of two emeralds. Ryan looked blank. "It's nice, I guess."

Horatio appeared to recollect where they were and why there were there. "Let's go see Richard Delaney." By the time they reached the shop that Delaney worked for, Horatio seemed, to Ryan's relief, to be back to normal. Delaney was a large black man, at least as tall as Frank Tripp, if not a little taller. His hair was still cut in the Marine style and his dark eyes missed little. His gaze swept the store constantly, eyes moving at an even pace. The gun at his hip was clearly superfluous. It would be a brave and foolhardy thief who attempted anything on Richard Delaney's watch.

"Miami-Dade Crime Lab. Can we have a word please?" Delaney okayed it with his manager and led them to a back room, obviously used as a staff room. There were a few comfortable looking sofas and armchairs, but Horatio deliberately chose the table and chairs.

"Can we make this quick?" If Delaney was uncomfortable with their presence, he wasn't showing it yet.

"I have some good news Mr Delaney. The people responsible for the death of your daughter six years ago have been caught." Horatio paused for a moment before he said sincerely, "I am sorry for your loss."

That shook Delaney. He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, smiling and jovial. "I knew you could do it Lieutenant. Knew you'd find me too." He gave a relaxed sigh and interlaced his fingers behind his head.

Ryan looked startled, and glanced at Horatio, expecting to see the same emotion mirrored on his face. Horatio nodded, as if to himself, and smiled sadly, but looked as though this was expected. "David Barker died in the first explosion, and we have Kathryn Warner in custody now. She's been charged with armed robbery and will be extradited up to North Carolina to face those charges. The evidence we have against her is compelling and she signed a full confession. She will be found guilty."

Delaney nodded, still beaming. "So my little girl has got her justice now. Thank you Lieutenant. I do appreciate it."

A touch of anger burned through Horatio's calm manner. "Five innocent people died with David Barker. Who knows how many could have died with Kathryn Warner? What about their justice?"

The smile was wiped from Delaney's face. "I never meant to hurt anyone. I thought that it would just bring them to your attention. I never meant anyone else to die. It just got out of hand."

"Sending high explosives through the mail can do that," Ryan snapped.

Horatio stood up. "You'll come with us to CSI without any trouble, won't you Mr Delaney?" He nodded slowly, the exultation at finding justice for those responsible for his daughter's death leaving him as the reality of his situation came home.

Ryan placed Delaney under arrest, removing the gun and reading him his rights before they led him back to the Hummer. Delaney was as good as his word and did not protest at all. Once he was in the back of the vehicle, Horatio turned to Ryan, "Let's head over to Delaney's home. I know we have a confession, but some hard evidence is still needed. Call Calleigh for help only if you absolutely have to, she's busy enough. Oh, and Mr Wolfe? Be careful, he may have set some booby-traps."

Horatio drove back to CSI with a troubled frown. While it was always good to wrap a case up, this felt a little too neat. He had a feeling Delaney was holding something back. Glancing at his watch, he realised that would have to wait until the morning. Dinner with Frankie's family beckoned. Delaney would just have to wait.