A/N: Thank you for the hits!

Hope you like this chapter, some reference to the previous fanfic.

Horatio, Mac and their respective CSIs (c) CBS, Daikonran and Secondet (c) my sister

5, Traffic

The barred closet door stood out against the rest of the building as Calleigh headed to the main analysis room. It was littered with warnings and threatening graffiti but a sign relished in all of the attention; it read loudly in Spanish and English,

TOXIC BIOLOGICAL WASTE DO NOT OPEN.

The woman shuddered; like Valera and the rest of her team, she knew that there was more than just waste. She simply prayed that no curious idiot would open the door. She strutted into Kino's post with her trademark optimism, even with the grim knowledge that no amount of cleaning agents could ever remove Silvia Hong-Kim's bloodstains from the building's psyche. She also didn't count or notice a certain New York CSI following her and stopping the door with the tip of his shoe.

"All right; we've got a possible name for our little miss, courtesy of Eric. We also have a reasonable suspect in custody. So why does it seem like something's missing?" Daikonran laid out the available information while Calleigh settled.

"Because it is. Victim and crime scene don't corroborate each other in collateral damage. If there was an actual struggle, there should've been more than the little evidence we got." Calleigh responded.

Kino sighed somewhat defeated, rereading the evidence. "I don't like this case; rings too close to home. Let's just review and see if something clicks in our heads."

Secondet scrapped around his mind, the results were just too contradicting. He had seen it before but he couldn't place it. He could almost hear Danny and Lindsay's voices, repeating garbled messages and conversations. It was a situation in which memories and reality meshed.

Hey Sexie! You think the pretty kid's been treated or something?

I know I'm not much of a specialist here in the PECU division but doesn't it strike you as weird…?

"Damn, I know this one…" the angel finally decided to just personally send it to his spouse and move on. No more handling the dead that night.

Daikonran rubbed his eyes and checked his watch. It read 1:05 am, his hospital shift over at DADE Memorial Hospital was already over and it was now time for bed. But he wasn't about to leave Calleigh with that mountain of evidence; a true gentleman puts the lady in first priority. He got up from his chair and offered a drink to the ballistics expert.

"Coffee, thank you." She replied between yawns.

Just as Kino opened the door, Secondet ran to his side. He handed his results mutely and sped off back to Alexx's post. The suddenness of the whole thing startled Daikonran, being able to only blurt out,

"Honey?"

He opened the file and understood why his spouse had run off so fast: the toxicology report further messed up their case by completely destroying the timeline. He looked up to the ceiling and murmured,

"You hate me."

"I'd hate to break it to you but according to the tox reports, our girl had been dead for at least three months. " Daikonran stated, the slight exhaustion evident in his tone.

Calleigh sat up straight in shock, her mouth dropped open. "You're kidding?! But the liver temperature, the levels of rigor mortis; all of the evidence state three days! There is no way to fake that without leaving some kind of track."

A sarcastic chuckle was heard from outside. Daikonran glared to the reclining officer just outside the office.

"Do you have a suggestion, detective Taylor? Or do I have to literally kick you out of the building?"

Mac earnestly shrugged and with his gestures, asked to be let in. A resigned nod from Kino and he was allowed into the room. Mac quietly settled on the farthermost seat of the table and skimmed through the report as if it were one of his own. With the same reverent smile and silence, he picked one of the skirt scraps and scrutinized its every tear.

"You got DNA from this?" he inquired, never losing sight of the shred he held.

"I sent some of it to Valera. Proved the sample to be undead particles. We also have a convenient vampire witness on hold." Kino responded, still in the dark of whatever was going through Mac's head.

"Miss Duquesne, could you please read the levels of formaldehyde and methanol and tell me what those levels mean?" Taylor continued, a grin peering into his face. His expression was challenging, tempting both to try and figure it out for themselves.

"The numbers aren't precise but I'd say those are enough to kill a person and…" the slow discovery set into both crime scene investigators as Mac simply added while crossing his arms onto his chest,

"I'm willing to bet $50 that Sexie's just about to come back and tell you all about a recently vandalized grave or something to the matter."

The condemned man tried to distinguish any traits from the dark cell but his only guide was the unknown female's voice as she spoke;

"Mr. Stuart Otis, my superiors tell me that you have quite the murderous streak. Is that why you were on Death Row?"

"Y-yeah…y'see I like children..." he gulped a response.

The woman giggled in a vain manner. "Little girls I hope?"

Stuart nervously nodded a yes. He still didn't have a grip on reality as the sodium thiopental gradually wore off. A warped image of a woman stepped out of the darkness, her only remaining eye staring down on him with frightful joy.

"Perfect. I needed to expand my market."

The child murderer was confused but nonetheless listened to the woman as she asked, "Mr. Otis, are you in the mood to make a deal?"

Secondet's rushed antics almost cost him a clue as he interpreted the last page to be printed. There had been a recent raid on the local cemetery all right; three exhumed bodies nowhere to be found. Even more so, they all had a connection…

"Miss Felicity Thompson, born May 12th, 1998 died two years ago. She was five years old. Her final resting place was in the news as one of the three raids; no perpetrators were found." He gasped as all the officers presented turned around.

Mac held out his hand towards Daikonran. "I accept cash only."

"So this means the girl was placed there…" Calleigh inferred only to be turned down by Taylor.

"Not if the girl could already walk on her own. We're talking reanimation here, ladies and gentlemen."

The computer search finally gave a shrill beep, waking Ryan from his name. A match was ultimately found on AFIS with all the reference points aligned. He quickly clicked on the 'yes' box and waited for the full the full download. What he saw made him pale considerably, the red letters flashed continuously into his mind. He suddenly saw Horatio walk over him and quickly brought up another search to distract him.

Deceased in the line of duty…

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