A/N: Thank you for the reads!!

I like playing with Speed's emotions here...

This one is shorter than the rest because it was very spontaneous

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

11, Touch

The servant huddled along the trash dumps of the iconic Miami plaza. The area was void of all human interaction except for some wanderer or homeless person. The name "Speed", uttered by the primary target, had dealt a blow to his stability. Most who come back without consent don't have a clue of who they are and he was no exception. All he remembered as he opened his eyes to a surgical table was that he was there to serve and sacrifice for the woman named Marla.

He wasn't even aware of his untimely death until he spotted a hole just above his heart. It was a regular caliber, a common revolver, a woman named Calleigh would've told him that. The headache that immediately swept over him caused the servant to cringe and moan; one minute he was stable enough to carry out a simple command like murder and the next, he was thrust into a conscience of a dead man. All because of that damned target…

The voices in his mind screamed like bloody murder, every one physically resonating with the man's as he grabbed his head in desperation. The voices that never shut up; try as he might, try as he tried to shoot himself. But just as he picked up the weapon, he found his hands covered in dripping crimson. He quickly dropped it and tried to wipe his hands clean. No, he'd never get them clean enough; he had spilled too much a good thing to come off clean! He screamed to try and null the vociferous sounds in his head.

Stop calling me Speed! I'm not that man anymore!

Horatio's own focus was damaged; he had seen reanimated corpses before, rotting in fact, but seeing a face he knew had proven a bit too much. He had not given Tamatha's last words any priority, unlike his partner. The man, the CSI, the soul that was Timothy Speedle was now his prime suspect in the Otis escape…and in his attempted assassination.

An even more depressing thought entered his mind, remembering a fact once told by Kino and further corroborated by his own experience in New Orleans.

Speed…how long did you have to wander this earth before this happened?

Mac held down the little girl as best as he could, realizing what they now had to do.

"You can't do it, can you?" Ruthy asked rather smugly. "You can't simply put the gun and get it over with, can you?"

A click of a gun barrel and she had to eat her words. Horatio's expression was lacking of emotion or sympathy for the girl. Whoever it was, this wasn't the girl he had met in the worst possible circumstances. "Ruthy, how long ago were you brought back?"

"Two years." She responded. There was nothing left that sweet girl and Caine took comfort in that fact as his gun never wavered in its position. "You think you have the right to pass judgment on me?"

The Beretta still stared down on her as Horatio replied, "I don't. So that's why I want you to go directly to your provider and tell him to stop production. I'll make sure of that."

With a signal, Mac released the girl from his grip and watched her sprint away into the darkness. "I take it you have something planned."

"Killing her would've hurt our chances anyway." The familiar chirp of the lieutenant's cell phone interrupted him. He answered as Taylor listened attentively.

"It's Kino. We have a reanimator, courtesy of Perry. Ryan and I are heading over there before the TV stations catch wind of Stuart's escape." The younger voice replied, the background noise being one of a humming car engine and the sum of its parts.

Horatio looked down to Tammy, her tan salon color now dissipating by classic drain of blood. "Keep me posted."

After a while of negotiating due in part by Calleigh's alluring voice, both she and Eric managed to contact Ferrer Glencoe and even more to come down at the extraordinary hour of 4:03 am. The adrenaline kept them from falling asleep; everyone in either case had a deadline and that deadline closed at 5:45 am sharp.

Ferrer was a small but burly man compared to Delko as he entered the interrogation room. By the look of his silk suit and matching clothes, he looked more like a lawyer than an accountant. Nonetheless, Calleigh welcomed him to sit. In her hands, she presented a photocopied document to the man.

"We've looked at your recent credit card activity and there seems to be a large withdrawal of money made just over five days ago." She explained, summoning Glencoe's rage.

"You take me out of my sleep for this?! This is unacceptable!"

"The money was used in an illicit service provided by Tamatha Henderson that you were recommended by. This would've been your prize had you not killed her." Eric elaborated as he showed the autopsy photos. The man's color drained in that moment, the jig was up.

"I did buy her…but I didn't kill her."

Calleigh looked perplexed but Delko continued on, "It's also come to the attention that the victim is also your boss' daughter, who was victim number 2 back in the Stuart Otis killing spree."

Ferrer's expression became that of political terror; he knew what the CSIs were getting at but it wasn't like the way they thought. Problem was that he just didn't know how to tell them.

"Please understand this is a delicate matter…I will write a statement."

As much as Kino wanted Tyler to shut up in the back of the Hummer, he knew hurting a material witness was very much against the law. Ryan drove around like a maniac, trying to find the location of Doña Socorro before the news crews gathered back at the Crime Lab. Tyler, though tightly restraint in straight jacket, suddenly pointed to a small house just outside the 3rd block radius. Everything suddenly became full circle as Wolfe stopped the car and stepped off lightly. Daikonran quickly dragged Perry outside and tossed him to the side.

"You stay here." He ordered as he pinned Tyler's straightjacket with the cross he was carrying around. There was indeed some activity just beyond the white picket fence and for some reason; both suspected the woman wasn't alone in her work.

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