Viola groaned as she felt a drop of sweat trickle down her back. The power in the Hartley house had been shut off and she was dying in the stifling heat as she tried to concentrate on scanning the scene. She deflated when she glanced over at Eric, who seemed incredibly comfortable in his chino pants and whit button down shirt.

With a sigh, she crossed the room to where he stood. "Would it be incredibly unprofessional of me to take off my sweater?"

Eric's head shot up and he cocked a crooked grin at her.

"I have a tank top on," she said quickly.

He chuckled and nodded. "Go ahead, Calleigh does it all the time."

She pulled the offending wool over her head and let out a sigh of relief as the air caressed the bare skin on her arms. Finally comfortable in the sleeveless v-neck tank top that she had worn under her sweater, she started back across the room, searching for any clue that she could find. She was crouched on the floor examining under the couch when Eric's phone broke the silence.

Ryan's eyes popped open as the piercing ring of his cell phone broke the silence in the bedroom. He stretched quickly and reached for the phone, squinting at the clock as he tried to focus his eyes. He had only been asleep for three hours, but as the sleep faded, he felt revived. With one more ring, he flicked open his phone. "Wolfe."

Ten minutes later, Ryan was behind the wheel of his hummer, showered and dressed, heading toward the address he had hastily scribbled down. There was another crime scene, only six blocks from where Mr. Hartley's body had been found and the same M.O. He couldn't help but feel a little smug. If Horatio hadn't listened to that new girl, the brother would not have had a chance to kill again. He was right.

No matter how many times Viola saw a dead body, the sight still gave her chills. Glancing over the medical examiner's shoulder at the cloudy eyes of Mr. Hartley's brother, a queasy feeling came over her.

"Well the brother didn't do it. Looks like you were right," Eric said.

She sighed. "This is one time that I wish I wasn't."

He came up beside her and held out a piece of paper for her. Viola quickly sheathed her hands with gloves and took it. 'Were you looking for me?' She swallowed hard. "He's showing off."

Eric nodded and bagged the note carefully. "I'll get this to handwriting analysis."

"Lets get started, shall we?" Viola set down her kit and started to clear a path through the room.

Ryan felt deflated when he ducked under the crime tape and glanced at the body Alex was bent over. He had not been right after all. He stared at the body incredulously. He was so sure that he had killed his brother.

The snap of a shutter brought him back to reality. He glanced up to see Viola squatting a few feet away, meticulously measuring and documenting the blood spatter. When she noticed Ryan, she locked eyes with him.

"Please don't say I told you so," he said quietly.

Viola shook her head. She stood, lowering her camera. "There's a clear path to the right of the body."

Ryan nodded and slowly made his way over to her. "What can I do?"

"I think that I have this room covered," she said, glancing around. The only real evidence she could see was a blood trail leading into the bedroom. "Maybe Eric could use some help back there."

"Sounds good," Ryan said, readjusting the camera strap on his shoulder as he started for the bedroom door.

Calleigh rushed through the lab, clutching a file in her hand. Taking a sharp left, she jerked open the door to the print lab. Eric, Ryan and Viola all stood staring at the computer screen as it quickly scanned through AFIS. "What's this?"

"A partial Ryan found on the headboard," Eric replied, not taking his eyes off the screen.

Calleigh smiled at them. "Well I may have something that will help. I matched the bullet Alex recovered from David Hartley and it's an exact match to the through and through that you recovered from William Hartley's crime scene."

"Well that doesn't help much, we already know that they were killed by the same person," Ryan said absently, watching the prints scan.

"It gets better," Calleigh continued. "The bullets are a match to a 9mm used in a car jacking last month."

"Please tell me that the registered owner was listed." The boys attention quickly turned from the screen to Calleigh.

"It was indeed-"

"James Aaronson," Viola finished for her.

All eyes turned to the screen as a Florida ID popped up with the words positive match flashing over them in green.

Ryan cocked a smile. "Let's go pay Mr. Aaronson a visit then, shall we."

"I'll get Tripp and meet you at the hummer," Eric said, taking off in the other direction.

"Calleigh-"

"I'll tell H and get the paperwork in order," the blonde replied.

Ryan nodded and trotted toward the parking lot. He slowed his pace slightly when he heard the steady click of heels on the tile behind him. He didn't need to turn to know who was following him. She was persistent, he would give her that. Just as he reached for the handle of the driver's door, he turned around so that he was face to face with Viola. "What exactly do you think that you are doing?"

"I'm coming with you," she stated simply, reaching for the rear door.

Ryan set his jaw and held the door closed with the palm of his hand. "No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

Eric approached the hummer hesitantly. "Everything alright."

"Just fine," Viola said sweetly, taking advantage of the report she had built with Eric earlier. "We should probably get going."

"Mount up, Wolfe," Eric trotted around the vehicle, stopping only momentarily to throw his kit in the back. "We've got a bad guy to catch."

As soon as the car stared, Ryan turned on the siren and cranked the music. The last thing that he wanted to do was argue anymore. He had been in such a good mood when he woke from his nap, but an unsettling feeling had taken root in his stomach and he didn't like it.

Viola lowered her window, tapping on the frame along with Ryan's music as the sticky Miami air blew through her curls. She was pleasantly surprised at the choice in music. With all that she knew of Ryan thus far, she would have anticipated angst ridden Goth music. Instead the mellow chords of Snow Patrol filled the air. She closed her eyes, partially to enjoy the music and partially to keep from getting nauseous as Ryan weaved through traffic on the causeway.

They arrived on the scene just as Tripp and a uniformed officer pulled up to the curb from the other direction. The three CSIs hopped out of the hummer and crossed to road to meet up with them.

"Did you get the warrant?" Eric called.

Tripp held up a piece of paper and nodded. "Yep, let's go talk to him."

They all started to advance on the house, but Viola felt a hand on her arm. "Stay with the car until we clear the scene, Turner."

"You're kidding me right?" Viola hadn't intended for it to be so loud, but her frustration with Ryan was growing to a boiling point again.

Ryan stared her down. "You did good today and I don't doubt that you are a good CSI, but this guy is dangerous. Would you please just stay put until we clear the house?"

"No!" That was the straw that broke the camel's back. "Look, I am an officer, just like you. And the sooner that you get that through your thick skull, the sooner we can get this guy behind bars where he belongs!"

Ryan was about to respond when a gunshot rang out and the window of the police car they were standing beside shattered, sending glass everywhere. Viola cringed as she felt a burning sensation in her cheek and arm, but she didn't let it faze her, reaching instead for the .45 at her belt. She scanned the area quickly and caught the glint of a barrel in an open second floor window. The others were too close to the house to notice, but Viola took aim

Ryan started toward her, not even drawing his gun. "You're hit-"

"Wolfe, get down!" But it was too late. Another shot rang out and Wolf fell to the ground. Eric bolted back toward them, already calling for a medical unit while the officer and Tripp bolted into the house. Viola ducked behind the trunk of the squad for cover, took quick aim and squeezed off three rounds. There was a frantic popping of gunfire and Viola vaguely heard Tripp call out the all clear before a myriad of rescue vehicles and SWAT tore down the street.

Horatio heard the officer down call as he was coming off another scene. He recognized Eric's voice immediately and cranked the hummer around speeding toward the scene. When he arrived, he ducked under the crime tape and made a beeline for where Eric stood. "What happened here, Eric?"

Viola sat on the back bumper of one of the ambulances, in spite of her protests, with a paramedic bustling around in the vehicle behind her. She stared idly at the second story window which she had been shooting at only moments earlier, which now had a dead body behind it. Better him than one of the team, but it was still unsettling to take a life

"This may hurt a little," the paramedic said as he took a seat beside her.

Tears stung her eyes and she turned her head as the medic pulled the first of many shards of the police window glass from her upper arm. Across the scene, she frowned as she saw Ryan being loaded into another ambulance. Luckily, the bullet had only grazed his shoulder, but the gash was serious enough to require further medical attention. He made eye contact with her and gave a tight lipped smile before the doors closed and the ambulance drove off.

"Some of these are pretty deep," the paramedic spoke up, pulling her from her trance. He pulled another shard, this one from her cheek and she sucked in a quick breath. "You are going to need a few stitches."

"Can you do them here please," Viola asked, trying her best not to move as he worked. "I have a crime scene to process."

"No you don't."

She jumped as Horatio came around the corner and leaned against the open ambulance door. "H, I can handle this scene."

"I know you can," he replied. "But I can't let you. Calleigh and Eric will take care of it."

Viola hung her head and pulled her gun from its holster, handing it to him. "I bet you need this too."

"County policy requires an IAB investigation in any officer involved shootings. I will get this back to you as soon as I can, alright?"

She nodded, but gasped again as the paramedic pulled another piece of glass.

"That's the last of it," he announced, bandaging her wounds quickly. "Now I'd like to get you to the hospital."

She sighed. "I'd really prefer not to."

Horatio smiled. "I'll take you."

Viola followed him reluctantly to the hummer and hopped into the passenger seat. Horatio expertly maneuvered the truck away from the crime scene and onto the highway.

"You are having quite the first day," he commented as he concentrated on the road.

"It hasn't been dull, I'll give you that," she said with a smile. "Is it always so hard for a new member of your team?"

"Have they been that rough on you?" Horatio asked genuine concern evident in his voice as he pulled up to a red light.

She bit her lip and shrugged him off. "Nah, it's just… I get the impression that certain members of the team don't want me here."

"Ah, Mr. Wolfe I presume." Horatio didn't wait for her to reply before continuing. "I'm afraid that you caught him on a particularly rough day. Just give him time."

"Right," Viola replied. She was highly skeptical.

Ryan was getting antsy by the time that Horatio showed up in the emergency room. After spending nearly ten minutes trying to convince the doctors that all he needed was a few stitches and a sling, but they insisted on holding him to ensure that his wound was only superficial. All he wanted to do was get out of the hospital and back to the crime scene. He needed to find the proof that Jack Aaronson had killed the Hartley brothers, for his own sanity if nothing else.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Wolf?"

He sat up a little straighter when Horatio entered the room. "I'm just fine H. It was only a graze."

"Glad to hear it," Horatio said with a smile. "I want you to take a few days off to get healed."

Ryan nodded. "IAB?"

"Yes indeed," Horatio replied flatly. "Mr. Wolfe, I am going to need your weapon."

"Delko bagged and tagged it already." Ryan paused. "H, you aren't going to need it. I never even got a shot off."

"You don't need to worry about that right now, alright," Horatio replied quickly. "We'll get everything straightened out. Right now I need you to let them take care of that arm and then get some rest."

"Is Viola alright?" Ryan wasn't sure what had possessed him to ask the question, but the words came out before he even realized it.

Horatio smiled. "She's getting a few stitches. She's quite the stubborn woman."

"That much I have noticed."

"So I understand. Eric mentioned an argument before the shooting started."

"All I wanted was to keep her out of harm's way," Ryan defended. "The scene wasn't clear and he was armed and dangerous."

"Do me a favor and stop by my office when you get back to the lab," Horatio said, standing and patting Ryan on the foot before he turned to leave. "Take your time."

Viola never realized how painful stitches could be until she left the hospital and her arm was throbbing. She stuffed the codeine that the doctors gave her into her pocket. She was on her way back to the lab and the last thing that she wanted was to have drugs in her system. She could deal with the pain. Once she got back to the lab, she nearly ran into Calleigh.

"I've got good news," the southerner said as Viola matched her steps toward the ballistics lab. "Eric found enough of the bullet that shattered to car window to match it to the other two crime scenes. This case is closed."

"Good," Viola sighed. "If only we could have put him on trial."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up over it. He shot first. You did the right thing."

"Yeah," Viola replied.

Ryan wandered aimlessly for a moment before spotting Eric in the layout room, he didn't feel up to seeing Horatio just yet. He changed directions swiftly and joined Eric. A quick glance at the computer generated image on the screen and Ryan knew that they were reconstructions of the Aaronson shooting. He looked closer at the trajectory lines to the second window.

"Are those Turner's shots?" he asked casually.

"Yeah," Eric replied without looking up from his work. "Turns out she's a pretty good shot too. Calleigh just confirmed it. The three bullets in the victim are a match to the test fire from Viola's .45."

"Huh." Ryan spent a few more minutes looking at the sketch. Three dead on shots and he couldn't even draw his gun. She had saved his skin. "I should probably go see H."