Two men found themselves in the room shortly. They took the body away and from the crime scene. Only the blood pool was left to dry on the carpet.

Eric stared intently at her as she bent over the bed and reached for something. Oh boy he couldn't stop, his eyes were stuck. It became quiet because she heard only the brown eyes staring at her.

"What are you doing?" Calleigh asked with a heart warming smile. Something told him that she thought he was looking at her behind, which he wasn't.

"I'm just - nothing," he rambled. He walked over to the other side of the bed and placed his kit on the floor.

"What's the matter? Am I distracting you?" she giggled. Hearing her laugh was like music to his ears and it made his insides melt into one. She really needed to stop delighting him in the way that she did, although she barely did anything.

"A little," he smiled handsomely. Was he blushing?

"Eric," he snapped her tiny fingers, "hey, snap out of it. Get to work before the whole world knows."

"Okay, I'll stop... So, uh, what you got?"

Calleigh opened her kit and showed him a few prints she had collected.

"I got them from the bathroom and I'm gonna check out this laptop soon." Eric laid his eyes on the apple laptop on the bed. Its screen saver had photos of Derek and Nadine flashing by. She dusted for prints on the night table.

"Looks like you've got everything under control here. I'll see you later..."

"Where ya goin'?"

"Out on deck," Eric headed for the door, "I keep getting distracted." Calleigh smiled brightly to herself. She took her camera up and blasted pictures at the laptop.

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Magic was being performed in the print lab, Eric's work station. He wore his proctective coat and gloves as he worked. He placed a black cellular phone into the glass case on a stand. Then added a few drops of liquid to react with another to let of a gas. He closed the case and waited. The fumes clouded the case and soon withered away, leaving a thumb print on the phone. He took a few photos of it and ran it through Afis. No match.

Derek stared angrily through the glass in interrogation. His shades rested upon his face covering up sad eyes. So where the man's in front of him. Horatio let him contemplate things for a while.

"I can't believe this happened," he shook his head, "our wedding, was supposed to be, in March. What the hell is going on? Can't I have, a normal life just like everybody else? Lieutenant." Derek drew the glasses of his face looking at him.

"I ask myself the same questions, Derek... who exactly was on the boat?"

"Barely anyone. My fiancee just wanted a little party for her and some of her friends. She, her friends, the driver, me. That's who. Right before the shooting, she was on the deck, away from the crowd. I could tell she wasn't alright."

"What wasn't she alright about?"

"I don't know."

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Eric stood beside Valera in the lab, waiting for results. As the paper popped out he grabbed it.

"Patience," she calmed and he stared at her.

"Sorry," he handed her the results.

"Hey I know this, it's what makes up a Cuban cigar. I remember from the case you worked a few years back... wait a minute, there's a DNA match to a Ken Taber."

"So it turns out our guys might be from Cuba after all," Horatio's voice appeared behind Eric.

"Yeah, or maybe smuggled here from Cuba," the cuban said, "I found a phone on the deck and ran it through Afis, but I didn't get a hit. So I brought it here, and this is what we get. I'm going to get Tripp and find this guy."

"You do that."

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A while later a small commotion was created. She picked up the sound of quarrelling from the A.V. lab. What was this all about? She followed the sounds all the way to the hallway. Natalia, Ryan, and Frank gathered in a bundle. Ryan was chatting about something quite loudly. He seemed disturbed.

"What is this all about?" Natalia asked curiously.

"I don't know, but I saw them take him away. Just like that," Ryan said.

"INS seemed tough on him. They asked him something about his birth certificate, and he couldn't tell them," Frank added.

"How is he...?"

"Hey guys, what's going on?" Calleigh walked up to them and all the noise stopped. She was so innocent and unknowing. They sort of felt sorry for her.

"INS, they took Delko away," Ryan finished frowning...

While outside the building heading for Frank some men surrouned him. They were from INS: Immigration and Naturalization Serice. Shit. Eric froze in his footsteps as they addressed themselves. Questions shot at him like bullets and he failed to answer them properly. Soon Frank saw them drag him into a car and drove off.

Calleigh's eyes widened as she heard this. Suddenly she looked away from their staring eyes. Her delightful colour drained from her face in a second. She never thought this at all could happen, but it did. What on earth was gonna happen to him? Would she ever see him again? How would she live with herself if she couldn't?

"Where did they take him?" That was all she managed to ask and she asked it helplessly.

"We don't know," Natalia replied, "Are you okay?"

"I - um," her sentense couldn't form itself, and she stuttered. Her green eyes spotted Horatio come round the corner and stand opposite to her in the bundle.

"Guys, I don't want you to worry about Eric right now," he stated.

"Do you know what happened, H.?" Natalia was just as worried as everyone else.

"Don't worry about him," he warned, "I'll figure this out." The boss walked off leaving them, so did Calleigh and Natalia followed her.