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

7, Tamatha

The posh suburban surrounds did nothing to dissuade either officer as the Hummer rolled into 24 Coco Beach Boulevard. An exquisite mix of modern and the former 60's style, both men entered with cautious silence.

"Mrs. Henderson? This is Horatio Caine, Miami-DADE police." The lieutenant announced after ringing the bell twice. Mac scanned the area, no apparent alarm system in place for such an expensive neighborhood. They heard a loud wail, something along the lines of weeping.

"Come in, I was just…celebrating my husband's anniversary." A woman's voice responded, her voice quivering with likely sorrow. Both men arrived to the main promenade, where the home's owner offered them some drinks. To summarize her physical aspects, she was clearly doctored from her bleached hair to the perfect dainty feet that were held in Gucci clothes.

In Daikonran's words, we've got ourselves a Barbie…Mac thought, reminiscent of other plastic women up north.

"Mrs. Henderson, we understand you've recently signed a release for your husband's 18th century piano to be pawned off for the sum of $560,000 dollars."

He began as Horatio surveyed the place.

"Yes. It was a horrid thing…I didn't quite catch your name." she said, every syllable a stifled laugh opportunity for the New Yorker provided by the deep crevasses around her mouth.

Horatio took noticed and thanked God that said CSI wasn't there to bluntly pick out all the surgeries the woman had while Mac replied his name.

"New York? You don't have jurisdiction here." Tammy chided. Crap, the Barbie's smarter than she looks.

"But I do. Your handwriting was found in a piece of paper just a few feet from a dead little girl in the old St. Lucia Inn over at the Club District. Mind explaining that?" Horatio shot back, getting ready to open his file.

"I'm sorry? You must've confused your sources; I hate children." The woman squinted her eyes to the lieutenant.

"Felicity Thompson, April 27 to April 30, return to provider…we compared it with other databases all around the Florida area and your handwriting matched 19 of 20 points of reference." Caine read out loud, Mrs. Henderson paling considerably.

"Mrs. Herderson, do you by any chance, know what a dollhouse is?" Mac inquired, much to the woman's dismay.

Ryan arrived one minute too late to catch his boss before he left. He did however encounter Kino as he locked down the Thompson witness. "Kino!"

Daikonran spun around, surprised at the urgency in Wolfe's voice. "What is it?"

Ryan handed the file and stood back. "I ran it twice both local and national. Is this even possible?"

Daikonran tried to grasp the situation; both he and Wolfe were practically new guys compared to the rest of the team. "Sadly yes, bodies become public property once the last shovel of dirt settles. And if you know the right person, it could be as easy as paying your bills."

"So, that's what they call it up in the Yankee states. I simply call it paid company." Mrs. Henderson answered, her demeanor becoming colder by the second.

"Paid company to who, Mrs. Henderson?" Horatio continued; his interest piqued at the comment.

"The older the girl, the higher up in the food chain. I've seen some of my 18-year-olds go off with primetime investors. It's the new prostitution." She continued.

"Of course it is; there's never a shortage, barely any legal action can be taken and…" Mac grinned sarcastically. "No sexually transmitted diseases or other nasty downsides to living prostitutes."

Horatio's stomach flipped, even more "pleasant" images flashing in his head. "Since you just confessed to being the local madam, I have just one question."

"And that would be?" Tammy was exasperated with these two men and just wanted to go on with her business.

"Who's the provider?"

Tammy gave the officers a dirty look before responding, "No way in this lifetime. I might just get killed."

Taylor stood up and as they both exited the room, he said, "If you don't keep your girls on a leash, that might be sooner than you think."

Daikonran's cell phone rang loudly as he was just about to reprocess Felicity for more evidence. Mac' voice boomed in his ear, saying,

"Just got the madam of the victim's dollhouse, we need a provider ASAP."

"I'll get right on it, examining her for marks right now," he answered, hanging up the phone. He headed over to Alexx's post; Ryan's file still fresh in his memories.

"Hullo, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to take a second look at Felicity," he said calmly. She nodded and answered while taking out another victim's liver out,

"She's on the top, third locker right."

He nodded thanks and opened the steel door. Just as pristine as she had been when they last saw each other. With any luck, I can still get something useful, Kino thought, reading Alexx's report. With care, he lifted her from her resting place and placed her on a second table.

"And what, may I ask, are you doing?" the medical examiner asked, looking over to catch a glimpse.

"The witness stated that she's a doll, therefore, I'm looking for any tallies, or checkpoints. These girls have a predetermined route to follow after their contracts with their madams have finished. This girl wasn't supposed to end her contract until April 30."

"Today's the 26th." Alexx stated, glancing at a calendar.

"Exactly, she was on route before her neck was severed, thus ending both her lives," Kino agreed, still looking for those signature markings on her frail hands. "Felicity was given a second chance, but for the wrong reasons," he said, noticing some bruised tissue on her throat.

"Alexx, were these bruises documented?" he inquired, a smile forming on his face. The M.E. walked over and was surprised to see new damage after so long

"No, those weren't there before. Why?" she asked, as they took a more defined shape. Kino quickly took some pictures while Alexx was observant of the detail that took form on the girl's neck.

"I'll go process these. I might just have her original cause of death."

Stuart received the five-star treatment, thoroughly bathed and clothed. His guides through the abandoned hospital made sure he was satisfied all through the night. Marla watched gleefully only to be interrupted by a call. She again snapped her fingers, commanding another of her undead servants to answer the phone.

"Um, it's Henderson over at Coco Beach." The man's John Doe voice replied, covering the telephone's mouthpiece.

Marla made a scornful sound and grabbed the handset. "Yes, what is it?"

A couple of muffled hysterics were shared in the conversation, the seductress not at all amused at her employee's antics. "And you confessed? Did you tell them who's your provider?"

"No, but that damned Lt. Caine and his partner kept poking for a while…should I be worried?" Tammy asked rather nervously. The name incited immediate lust all over Marla's body; her sweet fallen angel. She still remembered how much Archimedes wailed and whined, refusing to drink any blood because Horatio had slipped away.

Bring me back my angel! I want my angel back!

The screams resonated in her ears, echoing in her twisted mind. So much in fact that she almost lost her train of thought. "There's no need to worry, Mrs. Henderson; you'll still get your new shipment as planned on the 30th. All I need is the previous…" Marla responded, her desire overflowing from her tones.

"All right, thank you miss Ruez."

Marla had been counting the days that she would see Horatio again, to dip his face in holy water and burn away his features. His escape cost her so much. But she dismissed the thought and focused on her newest acquisition as he devoured every dish served.

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