Title: Never Again
Author: LiLAqUaMaRiE
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairings/Characters: All of them.
Rating: R/M
Genre: Drama, angst
Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, etc.
Reviews: Constructive criticism is appreciated. Flames will be ignored, thank you.
Summary: An attacker is on the loose and there's already been victims. Can the CSI Miami team find the attacker before he strikes again?
Disclaimer: I don't own "CSI: Miami" or anything related to it. So don't sue me please!!!! I'm already poor as it is. Don't need a lawsuit to put me out on the street.
Note: First time at an Episode Fic Style, so bear with me.

Seen it before, but not like this
Been there before, but not like this
Never before have I seen him this bad
She's just a woman, never again
- 'Never Again' by Nickelback

Never Again

"There are more pleasant things to do than beat up people." – Muhammad Ali

Part Two

Calleigh entered the DNA lab, she saw the DNA analyst sitting on a chair looking at the lab table in front of her. "Hey girl, busy?"

An annoyed sigh could be heard, "Bored."

Calleigh smiled slightly, "I may have something for you to do – if you like that is…."

Maxine Valera widened her eyes a bit as she stared at her guest. Slowly a small smile started to grace her face realizing she was going to have something to keep her entertained, "Like? Gimmie!"

Calleigh laughed softly, "I need you to get me anything you can off of this evidence" She lifted a plastic bag where the evidence was contained, "...the sooner, the better."

Valera nodded in understanding. "Gotcha; no problem, leave it to me."

Calleigh nodded, pleased. She placed the evidence bag on top of the lab table. "I knew I could count on you."

"Got that right."

An amused chuckle was heard from Calleigh as she was exiting the DNA labs.

Valera grabbed the plastic bag that held evidence within, about to start on the new work she had.

Horatio was walking towards the elevator within the Miami-Dade CSI labs when he heard his name being shouted out. He paused in his actions and turned around seeing Frank jogging slightly towards him.

"Got a minute?"

"I'll give you two."

Frank took a deep breath before talking, "Marcus Wade, an ex-con who got released two years ago with parole."

Horatio stared at the ground below as he registered the information into his mind. "What was he in for?"

"Domestic violence."

Horatio gazed away from the floor below to stare at Frank in the face, "Is that so?"

Frank nodded, "Seems Wade never understood the meaning, 'Never hit a lady'; got thrown in for breaking a female's arm, among other things."

Caine titled his head to the side, staring at other people within the CSI building going about their business before speaking. "Well, it seems we must meet Mr. Wade as soon as possible."

Frank once again nodded. "Yeah, I figured you would say that. I already sent some officers to get him down here."

Horatio smiled slightly at his friend, pleased. "Good."

Somewhere in Miami within a bar a man sat on a stool. He was drinking a glass of beer as other people went on around him in their own business. His face held a smug look to it as if he was pleased about one thing or another. A sudden noise overcame the bar; it seems someone had turned on the sole television within the place.

"Breaking news coverage; today in Miami, two homicides have occurred. Both of these are believed to be recent. The victims of these crimes are women and according to reports it seems they were attacked in their own homes."

The man stared down at his drink, listening to the words of the reporter. Everyone else had their attention on the television – there was complete silence as they all listened. Suddenly a grin started to form upon the man's face at what he heard. He lifted his glass of beer to take a sip, still continuing to listen to the news coverage that was airing.

"It has yet to be confirmed if the two homicides are related as well as the reasons for either crime. According to officials, there is still no conclusive evidence leading to the perpetrators; therefore police are enforcing a city wide curfew starting immediately."

The man chuckled to himself as he stood from the stool, he pulled out a bill from his pants pocket throwing it on the bar table, before turning around and heading toward the exit. His face held a feral grin as he headed to leave; the news broadcast was still playing behind him as he exited the bar.

"Police advise citizens not to answer the door to anyone they do not know."

"What the hell am I doing here?"

"Mr. Wade, I advise you to keep your tone level."

Marcus Wade turned angrily to Tripp. "What? You're kidding me right? I was arrested at my job by your henchmen out there and brought here! So don't you tell me to lower my voice."

Frank glared at the man, "An attitude like that won't go over well in your vouch for innocence Mr. Wade."

Marcus glared back; he was about to say something until another voice spoke up, cutting him off. "Mr. Wade, you do realize you are currently a crime suspect…." Horatio trailed off in his speech, watching the reaction of the man before him.

"What? Suspect?"

Caine continued again, "…for the murder of Janet Frost."

"What?" Marcus eyes widen in shock, "Janet's dead? Oh my god! She's dead?"

The two detectives eyed each other for a moment before glancing back at the suspect as Frank spoke up. "So Mr. Wade, I advise you to start talking; when was the last time you saw Janet?"

Marcus shook his head, still in shock. "I…um…well it was last week." He swallowed. "Monday….no it was Tuesday, yes Tuesday. I dropped her home after our date."

"And we're to believe you left her well and healthy?" Horatio tilted his head to a side as he glanced at the window while speaking, "Aren't we Mr. Wade?"

Marcus eyes widened even further, "What? No! I did nothing to harm Janet. God, I loved her – I wouldn't have harmed a hair on her head."

Frank raised an eyebrow at Horatio before staring at Marcus, "Is that right?"

Marcus look turned hard. "You two have nothing on me but accusations." He stood up from his chair, turning to leave.

But as he was almost out of the room he stopped in his tracks as Horatio spoke up. "Then pray that it's just that, Mr. Wade; because if it's truly you, with your records…" Horatio paused for a moment, "I'll put you away and this time for good."

Eric walked into the morgue where Alexx was at with the dead body of Janet Frost. He stood to a side, watching Alexx at work. He couldn't help but feel sad every time he entered this part of the of the CSI building. He was lost in thought until Alexx's voice called him back to
reality.

"Baby, are you just going to stand there? Janet here don't bite, I don't either." She teased him gently.

Eric chuckled softly, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes before responding. "How's it going?"

Alexx didn't bother looking up from where she was working on the body as she replied, "Well, she was going and going when she was alive but now she's gone."

Eric raised an eyebrow at the comment, understanding what Alexx was trying to say. "It's sad that people have to hurt others to the point of death."

Alexx let out a deep sigh as she paused in her work to stare at Eric with sad tired eyes. "Baby, people doing this to others, it's not just sad – it's downright wrong."

Eric couldn't help but nod in agreement. He always felt life was something to value; that no one should play God and take someone's life away because they wanted to or for whatever reason. To him, everyone has just one life to live and they should be allowed to enjoy it as they please. Eric shook his head; he never liked seeing innocent victims have their life robbed from them.

The room took on an eerie silence for a moment. The morgue room always brought upon sad thoughts for anyone who was down there. He considered leaving until Alexx started talking; "Well this is interesting…"

Intrigued, Eric questioned her, "What is?"

Alexx turned her face to glance at him, "It's seems you're not so out of luck with evidence as you thought."

"You got something?"

"Skin to be exact, under our friend here's fingernails…" She glanced at the dead body of Janet Frost, staring at her for a moment before sighing sadly. "It's seems Frank wasn't wrong in his comment."

"What comment?"

"She did try fighting back – it's just that she lost the battle."