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 Three

Natalia walked up to stand in front of Horatio with a folder in her hands. "While it seems we had no luck back at the apartment, we did have something when it came to the body."

Horatio glanced at the folder before gazing up to Boa Vista's face, "Prints?"

Natalia shook her head in a negative fashion, "More like skin." She crossed her arms across her chest, "It seems Janet did indeed try to fight back; she managed to at least scratch her attacker."

Horatio nodded. "Do we know who it is yet?"

Natalia nodded as well, "Yup." She handed over the folder to Horatio, "It's a guy by the name of Lance Adams; all the details I gathered on him are within this folder."

Horatio opened the folder skimming through it, he nodded, pleased. "Good to know, thank you Natalia."

She gave him a light smile before turning around to walk back to the lab, leaving Horatio behind watching her as she goes.

"You still think this is a coincidence?"

Ryan shrugged his shoulder as he walked alongside of Eric. He paused in his steps to stare at his friend. He lifted his hand in a fist form, slowly pulling out a finger for each option he mentioned. "A) We have two victims attacked in their own apartment; B) These two victims are female; C) While yes they did have markings around their body they were both viciously attacked around their heads…"

Eric who had paused in his steps as well commented back, "And? You got a "and" look on your face."

Ryan rolled his eyes as he ignored that comment. "And D) I have a gut feeling it is a coincidence."

Eric snorted in response, "A gut feeling?"

"What? You don't get one of those sometimes?"

As they were talking, it seemed someone had turned on a TV monitor within a nearby corridor – it was on the local news channel.

"…Earlier today in the Miami-Dade County, an identification card with the name of Susan Frost was found near the town of Bay Harbor Islands. According to the data gathered concerning this female, Frost was 20 years old and was last seen heading towards Ruth K. Broad/Bay Harbor Elementary School, located at 1155 93rd Street, on Nov 9th. From what it seems Ms. Frost was on her way to pick up her son who is now in the custody of social workers for the time being..."

Both men tuned out the rest of the news broadcast as they eyed each other. "Frost? Isn't that the same last name as one of DB's?" Ryan asked out loud with a confused look upon his face.

Eric shook his head also confused; he had a million thoughts going at once in his mind, "Didn't H mention something about a woman by that name?

Slowly their eyes locked with one another as they registered what the other had said in complete silence between them. Then they both suddenly turned around to go in search of the others.

A blonde haired woman was sitting on the ground against a wall in a darkened room; her hands were tied behind her back and she was blindfolded. Her face had bruises forming around her jaw from where she was slapped hard. Her body shook with fear at the idea of being left at the mercy of madman who had kidnapped her.

"Well, little darling…" A male voice spoke up to her loud and clear, "It's seems we're going to have us some fun…" The voice was getting closer and nearer to her so she tried shrinking away from it as much as possible. "Get up." The voice had ordered her; she didn't know who it was. Though while she never got to see his face, the voice, however did sound faintly familiar to her – she just couldn't place it.

"Bitch, I said get up!" She felt a strong hand grab her arm yanking her upward forcefully. The grip was so painful that it made her yelp in pain.

"Shut up bitch, this is nothing yet…" She was being dragged around against her will; she tried to yank herself away – if only she could see. "Let me go damn it!"

"I said shut up bitch or the next one I decide on killing will be your kid!"

Susan Frost froze in terror at the comment. She was scared as hell of what was happening to her; she didn't want to end up like her sister had a few days ago and she sure as hell didn't want anything happening to her baby boy.

"You stay away from him you monster!"

The male voice chuckled before responding back sarcastically, "Like I stayed away from your big sister?" The voice taunted.

Susan swallowed; the killer of her sister was in front of her and she was sure it was someone she knew because of the voice, "Who are you? What do you want?"

The blindfold was pulled off of her head harshly so Susan was able to finally see her attacker. Her jaw hung open in shock; she did indeed know that attacker. She had met him once before along with her sister Janet. "You…"

Lance Adams gave her a feral grin as he stepped closer to her making her back away, "Nice of you to remember me darling…" he taunted her, "And what do I want?"

He backed her against a wall. "I want you."