Disclaimer: Still not mine. Haven't we been over this? Jack and his dog are mine. That's it.

Spoilers: Any CSI or CSI: Miami episodes that have aired in the US. That should about cover it. Lol

A/N: No more reviews? cries…. well, anyway here's another chapter. Thanks for at least reading.

Greg dialed the number of the Miami crime lab, hoping that Caine was still there.

"Miami Dade crime lab, how can I help you?" A tired sounding secretary picked up.

"Hello, I'm looking Lt. Horatio Caine. I'm from the Las Vegas crime lab." Greg was glad someone picked up the phone.

"Just a moment." There was pause. Then, in distance, Greg heard, "H, you've got a phone call. Some guy from Las Vegas."

"I'll take it my office. Thanks Mam'm." Horatio ducked back into his office. "This is Lt. Caine speaking."

"Hi, this Greg Sanders from Las Vegas crime lab. We're investigating the murder of a Manuel Rivera in the Mela Noche gang, and have reason to believe his killer is in Miami."

At the mention of the Mela Noches, Horatio sat bolt upright in chair. "Okay, hang on sec." The man grabbed a pen and a small notebook. "Give me details." Sanders compiled. The two of spoke for a few minutes, then Caine said "I'll see you and Ms. Sidle soon as you get here. And keep in mind that these people are extremely dangerous."

Sanders grinned. "If I scared that easy, I'd never get any work done."

Horatio found himself smiling at that response. The CSI on the other end of the line had spirit even if he did sound a little young. "True, Mr. Sanders. I'd just suggest that you and your partner be careful."

"Always are." And with that, the two men hung up.

Meanwhile, Sara had told their supervisor what was going on. Gil listened to her explain the situation, and then asked to stay informed of their progress. "and be careful" he added as Sara walked out of his office. Grissom wondered why he just Sara Sidle walk out of his office to go to Florida alone with Greg Sanders. Then again, it was with Greggo. He wasn't that worried, though somehow thought he should be.

Sara caught up with Greg, who had just gotten off the phone. "We have a plane to catch." Greg and Sara headed for the airport.

Meanwhile, in Miami, Horatio went to PD, hoping Frank Tripp or Yelina was around. No such luck at this hour. The place seemed oddly deserted, expect for a small desk in the corner. Horatio smiled. He had to work with the new, young detective sooner or later.

The young man behind the desk adjusted his glasses. They were slightly scratched, but he could see through them well enough. Jack grinned as he studied his own reflection in computer monitor. Medium-length strawberry blond hair, dark blue eyes, and a few freckles gave the appearance of an innocent, friendly young man, but the scar over his right eyebrow suggested Jack was not quite what he appeared, but then again, no one ever was.

Suddenly, Ziggy, a three legged all black German Shepherd began to bark as Horatio approached. Jack had brought him from Boston. Ziggy was a police dog that had lost his back leg and part of his ear while on duty. The dog had saved Jack's life in process, and now Jack took better care of the dog then himself.

Horatio was surprised to hear a dog bark. He didn't Jack brought the dog to his prescient. He knew the dog's owner; Jack O'Donnell had transferred from Boston and liked working nights. Beyond that, the CSI supervisor didn't know much else.

Jack turned around in his chair, and stood to greet him. "Lt. Caine, right?" Horatio nodded, noting that, unlike Tripp, Jack didn't exactly dress to impress without a reason. He was wearing an old pair of black jeans, blue button down shirt, and worn, mud splattered sneakers.

"We have a case." Horatio told him about the phone he received, and filled him in on the Mela Noche.

Greg and Sara's plane landed a few hours later. They were met by Horatio and Jack at the airport. Introductions were made quickly as they headed to the lab.

Suddenly, Greg swore he could feel the presence of another person, hovering around Horatio. He blinked. For moment, he thought he saw another man standing them. Greg rubbed his eyes and decided it was just sleep depravation.

"I ran your vic's credit cards and found out that the dead guy is staying at this hotel." Jack was saying.

To Be Continued…

A/N Please don't hate me for the Cliffe!! I will update ASAP, but right now I have real work to do for school. At least it's a longer chapter:p cookies to whoever guesses who the ghost is. Please review!!!