A/N: This fic got forgotten, and for that, I am truly sorry. You may wish to re-read the last two chapters because I have changed the viewpoint and some detail. You'll be happy to know, I have this finished now so there will be only typing up delays.

--Jodie.

Results are in, it is confirmed: Terry Western sent the letter and is evidently not bothered about us knowing that, as his fingerprints and DNA are all over it. Calleigh's eye light up with determination, I know her well enough to understand she'll fight this battle alone if I let her. But I have to play dirty to get her to ask for help. I can't let her do this alone.

"Calleigh, I really think you should tell Horatio," I begin, bracing myself as the torrent of arguments against that idea comes my way. I hold up a hand, effectively stopping her chatter. "Calleigh think about it. How would you feel if this guy killed again, or hurt someone? I don't think you'd like to have the responsibility of someone else's death on your hands just because you're too proud to ask for help."

"I am not too proud," Calleigh argues, "I just don't want to bother Horatio with pointless facts at this point. I can handle it."

"You're gonna get sloppy, and your gonna make mistakes. That's what this guy is counting on. You can't put yourself or others in danger like that, I can't let you Calleigh."

She considers me for a moment, trying to gauge my sincerity. I raise my eyebrows, showing her I wasn't backing down. She sighs loudly, looking to the side before back at me. "Fine," she mumbles.

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Together we go to Horatio. I know Calleigh quite well; I sense that she's more scared than she'll admit. He stands as we enter, closing the door behind us. His head is lowered, but his blue eyes flit between us as he silently questions.

"Calleigh has something she needs to run by you," I begin, elbowing her softly, feeling like a young child in front of the Principle, not sure who should talk first.

"Go ahead ma'am," he presses, welcoming us to sit.

Calleigh says nothing, hands him a case file I didn't notice her bring, and takes a seat in front of the desk. I join her. Horatio's face remains emotionless, he stares only at the paper and I have to remind myself her knows we are here.

"He's back," Calleigh says suddenly, reaching over to place the picture she received on top of the file he is reading. He picks it up, studying it closely through the transparent protective case.

"Okay," he speaks slowly. "Leave this with me, I'll get in touch with some people and arrange for this to be dealt with within our team." He glances up at her, a concerned expression gracing his features, "I don't want you to leave the lab until this is over."

"Horatio, I'm fine," she presses, dismissing his concern with a shake of her head.

"No field work." His tone leaves no room for negotiation, "And you stay with Wolfe or Delko until I say otherwise."

"I don't need -"

"That wasn't a decision, it was an order."

She stares hard at his eyes; I can feel the tension coming off her in waves. She allows her shoulders to droop as she gives up her fight with a muttered, "Fine.".

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"Eric," Calleigh calls as she steps a little further away from me. "Can I ask a huge favour?"

"Sure, anything. What's up?" he replies, arm reaching out to pull her gently to the side of the corridor, out of the way as several technicians speeded past them.

"Can I tell you tonight?"

"Of course. Just come over whenever, you've still got your key," he smiles, squeezing her arm gently before leaving us alone.

"I'm going to get back to work," I tell her once Eric has left. "You'll be okay for a while?"

"Yeah, thanks," she says, a little indignantly, but she smiles, indicating she understands my intentions. I want to give her time to process this, to think about the implications and dangerous.

As I watch her leave, my mind reminds me of the horrors the photograph had shown. I am so engrossed with my thoughts; I don't hear Horatio come up behind me until he begins to speak.

"Ms. Boa Vista. I could use your help."

"Yeah, sure." I reply, turning sharply to see him.

"I need you to go and work with Cooper. AV can work out where the apartment is from the picture. I have Eric on stand by for when we find a location." His voice is riddled with authority; I can see the determination bubbling beneath the surface.

A determination I share.

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Cooper is sat, resting his head on one arm, concentrating greatly as he tries to zoom in and focus on the window in the picture. His hair is ruffled from running his fingers through it, a clear sign of his frustration.

"Okay, look at this shape," he says, drawing a dotted square around it. A building of some sort can be seen through the drawn blind. I can't tell what it is at all.

"What the hell is it?"

"Hold on," Copper reprimands, placing red dots at each key point of the building, twelve in total. "Okay, now calculating distance and gradient angels."

The computer screen flickers as it calculates, alternating between different buildings and shapes until a green 'match' message comes up on the screen.

"Got it, it's the Freedom Tower, downtown Miami," he smiles proudly.

"Yeah, but how do we find out where in comparison?"

"Time and date stamp in the corner," he states. "I can apply sun position figures and calculate the distance from the shadows. That'll narrow it down to the neighbourhood. Then you'll have to do a door to door."

Once again, we waited for the machine to spit out its information. A beep causes Cooper to pick up the phone, dial and wait.

"Delko? Yeah man, it's Coop. Look you need to get to a neighbourhood just off Port Boulevard Bridge. Yeah, around -" He pauses, "Really? Okay, good luck." He hangs up, placing his phone back on the hook, not filling me in at all.

"What?"

"Neighbour reported a bad smell coming from a house. Fit's the location, could be our crime scene," he tells me, reluctantly. Yet another one who will not trust me anymore. I feel like I have to prove myself all over again.

"Great, I'll let Calleigh know," I say, standing from my uncomfortable seat.

"I'd wait," Cooper says, turning to face me.

"Why? She wants to be kept in the loop."

"Yeah, but you know Calleigh. Are you going to tell her she can't go somewhere?" he questions, looking deadly serious. "You've seen that woman's gun collection…"

"True," I smile, settling myself back in, ready to see what other delights we could uncover from the photograph.

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