Disclaimer: I don't own the CSI: Miami franchise…if I did, then I wouldn't be here writing, I'd be on yacht roasting (and peeling) in the sun...

A/N: Reader discretion is advised. I'm serious…I'm kinda trying to draw the picture that Luke is a psycho-nut…and well, if you get easily queasy…one scene is sorta rated T bordering M…just one little scene…one teeny sentence/word… XD … other than that… Enjoy! …heh… and review! XD

Chapter 11:

He remembered something as he arrived at the Cocoa Bean Apartment Complex garage. He remembered that eight years earlier, which was present time now, he had allowed Larry Miller access to his home. Now, Larry was an unnecessary part of his arrangement. And he knew too much.

Upon entering his Jeep, he felt around the glove compartment until he wrapped his hand around something smooth and metal. A malevolent grin stretched across his face as he placed the weapon, silencer attached, underneath his shirt flap in his waistband and started the vehicle, which made a groaning screeching putt-putt sound.

He stopped the old Jeep at the entrance of the apartment complex and, leaving the engine running, entered. He made his way to his room, number 706. In a rush, Larry had evidently left the door ajar, which was just as well since Luke didn't have a key on him.

Larry had strewn notes, newspaper article clippings, and a phone book all over the center table in the living room, adjacent to the foyer. He was thoroughly examining all his research at the same time as he was exploring several online child pornographic databases on a wireless laptop, which was set up on a table behind him and against the wall. With a start, he looked up at his intruder. He was relieved and shocked to see who it was.

"Luke…hey. Man, you know howda give a guy a scare. What're you doing here? Wow…you look way older."

"Larry, I am older…by eight years."

Larry laughed like the man before him was the greatest comedian in the world. "Yeah, funny, man."

"You still looking at kiddie porn?" Ironically, it made the man seethe with anger to see this kind of injustice.

"It's just some light entertainment. You know before the 'big kill'." He air-quoted the last part, before he returned to studying his notes and the phone book.

"See I gotta problem with that." Luke pulled out the gun and aimed at the pedophile's chest. He couldn't even remember what potential he ever saw in him to carry out the murder of his ex-wife…and her boyfriend, but that was just a recent addition.

Seeing the gun, Larry raised his hands up in defense. "Whoa, man. Take it easy. I got everything under control. You don't need to do that."

"Too late." He fired twice at the man's chest and once more at his neck. He wanted as much blood to spill out as possible so that in a couple of days, the body and room would smell horrible. It was all part of his new plan. He left all the windows closed and dragged Larry's body into a separate room, the kitchen. Luke stood there thinking for a moment. An evil grin spread across his face as another part of his plan came to mind. He went to the bathroom and opened up the cabinet. There were some prescription drugs that had long since expired. He dumped these into the sink and returned to the kitchen. There, he filled the little orange-transparent vial with some of Larry's still pooling blood, capped it and placed it into his pants pocket. It was still warm.

He let the gun cool a bit before placing it back in his waistband and then took all of Larry's research, including the phone book, on the whereabouts of his latest victim. Before leaving, he turned the thermostat up to a hundred degrees and left the door to the room partially open. He wanted anyone passing the room to be able to smell the decomposing body. He hoped that no one would get a good whiff and notify the landlord or police until the following day.

Once he entered the car, he stretched out his arms in front of him and cracked his neck, like he had just completed the most difficult and tiresome task. He pulled out and drove slowly back to the Crime Lab, eating his lunch the whole way over.

"That's what took so long?" Luke listened as his mirror image recollected about the murder of Larry Miller. The other man had on a set of sunglasses on to conceal, as much as possible, the fact that they both looked-the fact that they both were exactly the one and the same. I wish I had been there…I want to kill someone. "So, what's your newest plan?"

"All in good time." It's going to work out perfectly. I can just feel it.

"And killing Larry was part of it, how?"

"Larry…he's kind of like…bait. He'll lure everyone in…"

"Did you check out the freezer chest?"

"No, but I grabbed Larry's research on the way out."

"How much research could he do in less than a day?"

"He's had a lot of time to think about it."

"Right, so can I see them?"

"Remember why we're here."

"But wouldn't those documents help?"

"They'll help us when we can't track her, but for now we know she's in this building." The older man lazily pointed to the building in front of them with the flick of one hand.

"What're we gonna do about my-I mean, our-apartment? We don't have a place to sleep…unless we intend to sleep in that room with the dead body in it." He significantly lowered his voice as a mother with her snoozing three year old strolled by.

"We'll sleep in the car for the time being. It'll only be for a night, maybe two."

"Right."

"You're gonna have to be patient." I can't believe I'm lecturing myself. Can't get any stupider than that.

"Yeah, well it's kinda difficult staring at a door all day long." The light was slowly fading from the sky. The brilliant reds and oranges of the classic Miami skyline were just beginning to appear, signifying the slow transition from early afternoon to late afternoon and eventually night.

"Once they exit, we'll follow them around a bit. I'll tell you about the plan and you'll study the research."

"Right. I'll be back in a minute."

"Where are you going?"

"Bathroom break, figure we shouldn't be entering any buildings, so I'm just gonna behind those trees. Is that okay with you?" Sheesh. He may be me…but someone kill me if I ever get that edgy. I can't take a damn piss?

"Don't wander too far."

"Yeah." Those two better come out soon…

The older man took the opportunity to jot down on a napkin what items they would need to get. Get these later on tonight. Set them up back at the apartment and then hide and wait in our prearranged places until the opportune moment. I don't get queasy too easily, so I don't think he's going to either.

A/N: Hehe… XDD … Reviews are always appreciated!