A/N: Sorry I took so long!

Trying to write at the same time I'm getting ready so again I'm sorry!

the CSIs (c) their creators, Daikonran and Secondet (c) my sisters

4, Timepiece

Eric took out the watch he had found and placed it on the pallid examination table. It was a plain little thing, with only a few vines inscribed and welded into the lid. He then put on a pair of latex gloves and attempted at manually prying the cover with no assistance.

Damn…this thing's not budging.

After trying one more time with a pair of wire pliers, he found a small switch disguised as a minute dial. He pushed it lightly to release a quick mechanism. With the help of gravity, a small piece of paper slipped out onto the white surface. Using tweezers, Eric lifted the label and rested it on a light.

Felicity Thompson April 27-April 30

Return to provider.

Delko reread the item and wrote it down. It had no year, no way of stating date of birth.

Wasn't the body found two days ago?

The CSI brushed the pocket watch lightly with fingerprint powder, revealing two sets of adult and child fingerprints. Eric then compared those of the child to the victim. A match and the St. Lucia victim finally had a temporary name.

Delko quickly dialed Alexx's post to relay the news.

"Alexx? It's Delko. I found a name in a pocket watch on the floor just over the victim's location; it's Felicity Thompson."

He could picture a cheerless smile run across her face as she replied, "Thanks Eric, I was tired of calling her Jane Doe."

A thought hit the investigator, just to corroborate the dates. "Hey, could you run a check on that name? See if either April 27 or April 30 ring a bell with her."

"Secondet's right on it."

Eric thanked the medical examiner while he hung the phone. Now for the mystery adult's.

Ryan's search on AFIS had gone on for at least an hour and still there wasn't a single hit. His head bobbed a bit; he had yet to sleep the required five hours and they were all rushing to his senses. He tried to stay awake but the moment his forehead landed on the desk, he simply fell asleep over a closed manila folder.

Beep all ready damn you!

With ethereal ease and calm contrary to his previous state, Secondet tested the syringe in his hand. He left the computer to run the search on its own as the liquid sprayed a little and dripped to the proper measurement. Horatio entered the office, wrapping his sleeves up to his bicep muscle. Secondet then put on a pair of gloves and pinpointed an available blood vessel.

"Serving number nine, .01 milliliters per pound, H2O, no additional electrolytes." The angel wrote somberly before swabbing the elbow junction point with a cotton puff soaked in rubbing alcohol. "Anything to change the previous statement?"

"Just that I had to feed a witness in order to get an account."

Secondet laughed quietly as he inserted the needle into the vein. Horatio felt a slight sting as the provider slowly pushed the contents into his blood stream. After cleaning the puncture wound, Secondet wrote again on the piece of paper while he asked,

"You sure you can manage the whole 25-week program? I've seen people quit because of it."

Caine grinned as he replaced his shirt. "I think I can manage. Besides, Frank wants an update on the escaped prisoner and my lead's running through AFIS."

"This is going to be one hell of a night." Secondet remarked, his train of thought interrupted by a horrible wet cough. Red gravitational spots landed on the pristine floors but Horatio made no attempt to hide them. He accepted his illness and kept walking towards the exit.

Frank Tripp waited in the lobby, his focus on the unknown officer in the cafeteria. The officer grinned and lifted his drink cup, something that annoyed the crap out of the detective. He spotted Horatio and pointed at the man.

"Who the hell is that?"

"A friend of Kino's. Now, why are you here at such a late hour?" Horatio responded while he received a folder full of photographs.

"This is the entire St. Lucia area. Had it canvassed after the couple who discovered your corpse decided to have a little brawl." Frank explained, pointing to the female's bruising and contusions.

The lieutenant coughed considerably before he could reply. Blood splattered on his sleeves as he wiped his mouth. "Thank you. Anything on Otis?"

The detective shook his head, "The area was immaculate except for those prints Ryan got. Like the earth simply swallowed him in the black-out."

"But that's not the case, now is it? We need to find Stuart before he can get back on his feet or we'll be finding more little girls like our Jane Doe." Horatio warned, his blue eyes loaded with hatred for the man.

Mac watched from afar, the baseball game he was watching was boring anyways. His attention focused on the lieutenant's movements and reactions to the bald guy's news.

Hmm…bald is such an offensive term.

"Don't be spying with that dealt eye of yours." Daikonran scolded.

Taylor chuckled, "It's been what, five years, since the idiot lost it to me. And I didn't even have to play a fiddle. Not that I'm any good."

Said eye acquired an amber gold hue as its owner smiled. "So what are you guys dealing with?"

"That information is not available to civilians or to out-of-jurisdiction officers, now get a hotel and soak up the sun. You need a little glow." Kino stated as he left the cafeteria, holding a plate of cheesecake left by some unfortunate rookie in his lips.

"Coming from the guy that spent hours and hours locked up in a room," Taylor countered, munching on the remainder of the sandwich he bought.

Daikonran hurried to his post, his fabric analysis would be complete as he tried to eat the pastry. The paper rolled out of the printer, ink still wet as he ate a spoonful. The dress shreds still had some latent epithelial details; for one thing a knife held by the possible killer's hand had ripped it. He scrapped it for precious skin cells to send to Valera but stopped for a moment.

Just a hunch but…he thought as he drew out a vial of holy water from one of Secondet's set. Kino then withdrew some into a syringe and capped it while he placed half of the skin cells into a microscope. After a quick examination, he squirted the liquid into the sample. The predominant fumes of rotting flesh appeared as the skin cells burned themselves into ashes.

The killer is a bloodsucker…excellent; he smirked.

Stuart woke up to the scent of rust and petroleum. This was definitely not the execution chamber he was before. Even so, he was outside the prison walls; his heart fluttered from happiness. He couldn't move through the dank area; he was strapped down to a metal fold-up chair.

"Is anyone there?" he asked quite stupidly to the darkness. A female laugh, one that rang across the moist mortar bricks like silk, responded.

Calleigh was just about to go into Delko's post when Kino stopped her on her tracks.

"This better be good, I was about to hand over the trace evidence…"

The beaming grin on Daikonran's face said, "You don't need to, I got a suspect. Found his grimy little DNA all over the victim's skirt, or what's left of it."

"Well then, enlighten us when the rest of us have our evidence checked; I still have to earn my paycheck." Calleigh stated with a similar smile as she entered the room.

A/N: So how was it? Review are always appreciated