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Chapter 2

Back at the lab, Eric was trying to get finger-prints off the objects found at the crime scene like the beer bottle found in the kitchen and the condoms found in the master bedroom. So far the black-haired CSI had analyzed the beer bottle and was running the prints through the database. He waited patiently as the computer worked it's magic. Seconds later the computer beeped and Eric brought his attention back to the screen. There was a hit on the prints off the beer bottle. One Elizabeth Baker.

As if on cue, Calleigh strolled into the fingerprints lab, a cheerful smile on her face showcasing her bright demeanor. The same smile that made the Cuban investigator melt inside. Though he would never admit it to Calleigh herself. Yet.

The platinum blonde stopped short in front of the counter separating them from pouncing on each other, a re-occurring fantasy Delko had.

"Hey Eric, any hit on the prints off the bottle?" The blonde asked in her Southern drawl.

Eric nodded. "Elizabeth Baker took a swig from that bottle." He confirmed, studying her beautiful face.

Calleigh caught him staring at her a little too long and blushed, her cheeks turning a deep red. Eric noticed the change in her complexion and looked away. The tension in the room was building mixing with the passion that was waiting to explode.

"Do we have Ms. Baker's current address on file?"

Eric looked back at the computer and scrolled down the page, his topic of interest appearing at the bottom.

"1530 Sunset Drive." He told her.

"I'll get Frank and we'll pay Ms. Baker a little visit." She said, flashing him another smile. Calleigh turned on her heel to leave. "Thanks Eric." She shouted over her shoulder as she exited the room.

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Calleigh climbed out into the Miami sunshine, the air smelled like freshly cut grass and was thick with humidity. Typical weather for Miami. Her emerald green eyes scanned the environment around her, the neighborhood was decent and not a single soul was in sight in either directions. Her eyes rested on the large two-story home in front of her. The house was made of brick, the shutters appearing to be freshly painted. Fresh flowers of various colors were planted beneath the windows. The front lawn was nicely kept, no weeds in sight. A black Honda Civic was parked in the driveway. Elizabeth Baker was home.

The platinum blonde heard the black Crown Victoria pull in behind her silver hummer before she saw it. She turned around as Frank Tripp climbed out of his car. The tall Texan wiped the sweat drenching his forehead away and joined Calleigh on the sidewalk facing the two-story home.

"Hey Frank, ready to talk to Ms. Baker?" The platinum blonde ballistics expert asked, sending a smile in his direction.

"Ready when you are." Frank replied and the pair walked up the path leading to the front door silently. The balding man knocked on the wooden door and stepped back. Moments later the pair could hear the sound of footsteps approaching, the door swung open revealing a pretty brunette in her early twenties. She was wearing a pink tank-top that showed off her tan complexion and black shorts revealing long tanned legs. Calleigh recognized the female from the photograph in Brett Thompson's kitchen.

"May I help you?" She asked, leaning against the door.

"I'm CSI Calleigh Duquesne from the Miami Dade Crime Lab and this is Detective Frank Tripp, Homicide. We're here to speak with Elizabeth Baker concerning Brett Thompson." Calleigh explained, looking back at the brunette in the doorway.

"I'm Elizabeth, come in please." The brunette stepped aside to let Calleigh and Frank pass. They walked into the hallway opening up into the medium sized living room. Both investigators looked around, studying the home. The hardwood floors were polished and the walls painted a cream color. Expensive works of art hung from every wall and the living room consisted of black leather furniture. Calleigh was impressed, the home was obviously kept well and probably belonged to Elizabeth's family.

Elizabeth motioned towards the leather couch resting in the center of the room and the pair walked over and took a seat. The brunette followed, joining them on the leather couch.

"You have a beautiful home Ms. Baker." Frank commented. Elizabeth gave him a small smile and leaned back against the couch.

"Thanks, it's my mother's home actually. So you're hear to talk to me about Brett, is he alright?" She asked, concern evident in her tone.

Calleigh was suddenly flooded with sadness, she hated this part of her job. The part where she had to tell the victim's families and friends that they would never see their loved ones again. Little did she know she would soon be on the receiving end.

"Brett was murdered", Calleigh started slowly, locking eyes with Elizabeth, "We need your help to bring his killer to justice."

Elizabeth swallowed, digesting the news slowly. Tears welled up in her warm brown eyes and flowed freely down her tan face. She felt like a ton of bricks was just dropped on her, the love of her life was dead and she was left to pick up the pieces. But this was only the beginning of the longest nightmare in her life.

"Tell us what you know Elizabeth." Frank said gently, watching her.

The brunette wiped her tears away with a small right hand and exhaled deeply. "Brett was a great guy, he didn't deserve to die. We had a party at his place last night and everything was alright. We had drinks and danced and just had a good-time. The last time I saw him was when the party ended. He was still alive then."

Calleigh nodded her head. It was a start but they still had no clue who murdered Brett. "Do you know anyone who would want to hurt Brett?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "Brett was the sweetest person ever, I don't know anyone who would want to hurt him." She responded, shifting her weight on the sofa. The room was blanketed in silence for what seemed like hours but in reality was only a few seconds.

"But he did mention to me one night that he felt like someone was stalking him." She said, looking over at the pair with red eyes.

Calleigh perked up inside, this could be the big break they needed to nail the killer to the wall.

"Did Brett ever see anyone following him?" Frank inquired, his senses on alert.

"No he didn't mention it to me. Just told me he felt watched."

"Thank you Elizabeth and we're very sorry for your loss."

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At the end of the dayshift, I walked into the break room where Calleigh and Eric were drinking coffee in silence. I walked over to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup. Leaning back against the counter I studied the pair over the rim of my ceramic mug. "Those two are so in love with each other but you know what they say love is blind. They need to open their eyes."

The tension in the room was so thick you could slice it open with a knife. I decided to break the ice. "Eric, are you coming with Calleigh, Jake and I after shift to watch a movie at my place?" I asked, setting my coffee mug down onto the counter and waiting for his response. The way his body tensed up at the mention of Jake Berkeley didn't go unnoticed by me. I was paid to notice these things after all.

Eric sipped his coffee slowly, careful not to burn his tongue. He needed to make up an excuse and fast. No way was he going to watch a movie with Berkeley in the room. "Um, I'm busy. Having dinner at my mother's place." Eric responded quickly.

I nodded but knew he was lying. "Alright, Ryan and Natalia are going dancing so I guess it's just Calleigh, Jake, and I."

"We should get going Calleigh." I told the platinum blonde as I watched her finish her coffee and walk over to the sink, placing the empty mug in.

"See you later Eric." Calleigh said and we left, heading for the front parking lot. Eric watched our retreating forms and sighed. What he didn't know was the next time he would see Calleigh she would be laying in a hospital bed.

………..to be continued….