If you could call it love

Alexx waited patiently as the two CSI officers walked in with their white lab coats flapping behind them. A.J. walked forward and shook hands with Alexx. The girl looked young for her age (found in her job files A.J. is twenty-three), but Alexx found no problem for her age. She only looked for talent and fast learning people.

Alexx turned to Wolfe and smirked. Her eyes seemed to talk to him. "Made up so fast?" her eyes seemed to say. Wolfe looked away to the files on the lab table. Pretending to have his whole focus on to the case as A.J. snatched the folder before him.

"Well, let's get to it then, shall we?" She gave a challenging look.

Wolfe nodded and walked to the first corpse on the inspection table. The victim was burned all over with what seemed to be something glossy, crystallized. There were numerous little cuts and bruises. Wolfe flipped through the other file Alexx passed to him and found a broken humerus. A.J. grabbed the tweezers and swab -- the glossy burn peeled off like a scab – and the evidence was slipped into the clear test tube. Wolfe scrutinized the cuts, it looked like scratch marks, fingernails. Wolfe smiled, DNA would tell everything.

"Time to see how our victim was burned." A.J. marched away into the second lab attached to the morgue.

A.J. placed the test tube into the machine and hummed to the whirring sounds. Eric walked in and nodded.

"I'll take care of this result, you can go back to the morgue to find more evidence."

Turning back around, she felt she done what she could. The morgue was littered with corpses, but she was only assigned to one. She felt the rush she had felt in the morning dieing away as she stood beside Wolfe. His eyes fixed on to the documents. He pointed to the picture of the crime scene and handed it to her. The victim lay down in his condo, at the back there were some stairs, decorative tables, and pots and plants, and the strange burns on the victim glossed over the fingerprints. It was either tear away evidence or leave it there for H's orders. The obvious was chosen.

"You want me to guess what happened?" Questioned A.J.

"Not guess," Wolfe tilted his head, "estimate with what we know."

A.J. looked at the photo again. She looked for little hints that might not be shown on the victim. Stairs. Could've been made into a murder weapon along with the mysterious thing that caused the burns. She thought. Plants. Some of the scratches, the murderer probably leaned the victim backwards over the stairs and as he let go he scratched the victim. A.J. looked shocked. Her head quickly turned to the direction where the corpse lay. If the murderer could scratch the victim, the victim could scratch back. She stepped forward and looked under the fingernails. Nothing. A.J. bit her lip disappointed.

"I already recovered the material underneath. I sent it to Calliegh." Wolfe answered to A.J.'s disappointment. "The murderer was wearing a sweater. A rather shabby one, for someone who lives in an expensive condo."

"Unless he doesn't live there…"

"I asked the door man for questioning."

"Rich people…" A.J. sighed comically.

Eric laughed as he returned to the morgue. "You won't believe what caused the burns."

A.J., Wolfe and Alexx waited. "Well don't keep us waiting." A.J. was handed the file.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Sugar?"

"Crystallized sugar, found in jawbreakers."

"You're joking!" Wolfe took the documents and examined it.

A.J. thought back, it seemed familiar, she had watched it somewhere.

"Myth Busters." She mumbled

"What?"

"Myth Busters, it's a show, they were experimenting if jawbreakers can actually hurt someone with burns."

"How?" Alexx folded her arms, clearly interested.

"Most kids find it hard to eat a whole jawbreaker so they either hammer it and eat half, save the other half for later, or" she paused, recapping every detail, "they heat it…in a microwave…most likely in one hours time."

"Hot liquid sugar…" Wolfe whispered, acknowledging that the fact could happen.

"The outside would be tender while the inside is filled with hot liquid sugar, the heat builds, pressure, bitten, the air gets in and the liquid is forced out….like a candy volcano."

Eric nodded. "Bitten…or thrown, to use to harm someone."

"Looks like you're not the only one who saw Myth Busters." Wolfe looked at A.J. and patted her on the back.

Eric handed the folder to Horatio. The cool looking man in his mid-forties or early fifties took off his sun glasses and examined the evidence that was gained.

"Candy…Mr.Delko, we are either looking for a teenager, a show fanatic or a murderer with no means of using a true weapon."

"No gun, knife…so it could be a kid…I wonder what the motive was."

"That…Eric, is what we need to find out."

Eric nodded and paced his steps back toward the lab. As he walked inside, he saw A.J. leaning over the microscope.

He smiled and walked back out. She did too much already, she needs a break.

A.J. looked back, feeling the air on her back. But no one was there. She blinked a couple of times and yawned. Glancing at the clock over head she groaned. She had missed her interrogation opportunity. She placed the evidence back in place and slipped off the stool and quickly stride out the lab, bumping into the hard chest of Ryan Wolfe.

"You didn't go…"

"Y-yeah sorry…" she scratched her eyebrow and frowned. "Lost track of time…did you question him?"

"Nope…"

"What?!" A.J. nearly jumped. "B-but he was a suspect and a possible killer we can't let him go or this lab would suffer because I lost track of time and that can't happen and it's my first day and I-"

Wolfe grabbed A.J.'s shoulders and shook her, laughing. "Calm down Hart, this lab suffered far worse…I rescheduled. He looked at her green eyes for a long time. "You freaked."

A.J. brushed her shoulder length hazel hair behind her ear and sighed. "Well it took me a long time to get here…I really wanted this job…"

"Yeah well, you did well."

A.J. raised an eyebrow. "That sounds like a compliment Mr. Wolfe."

"Well it'll be the last time…" Wolfe said, redeeming his rep.

A.J. smiled and squeezed his hand a little. "Thank you."

Wolfe looked at her. "That, Hart, sounded like an apology."

"Oh please, don't let your head get any bigger." She scoffed, half laughing.

She turned and walked down the hall to grab a coffee, laughing.

"What?" Wolfe stood there grinning to himself. "This, is getting interesting..."

First off I'd like to thank for the lovely reviews from Soccer-Bitch and StoryDreamer. And Hooray Chapter 2 of the CSI:Miami fan fiction! Hope you liked it, chapter 3 coming as soon as possible.