A/N: Now this is the one! :D It's Chapter 6. I better post this before MTV opens their voting thingy again. Please do vote for Big Time Rush as the Breakthrough Band of the Year. They seriously need your help. :D I've also watched CSI and they showed Rascal Flatts! 'Unstoppable' is probably the best song they had, other than 'Life is a Highway'. That's EVERYONE's favourite, right?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own these wonderful people (YUMGirlAndMoltMan, CSI:Miami and Coldplay). Except for my characters. :)

Chapter 6:

Ryan's POV:

I closed the door behind me as I walked into the lab, staring at the spacious room in front of me. It had a couple of small windows leading towards the hallway and the furniture is very modern, as if it was built in a sci-fi movie. My jaw dropped open as I noticed the machinery I remembered using when I was in university, only this time they are much more sophisticated and advanced. I can't wait to discover what I've lagged behind since leaving school with the Master's Degree.

"All right then, here we go," I smiled to myself, brimming with confidence, and went to put on a pair of latex gloves from a box on the table, before slicing the seal of the plastic bag with a scalpel, removing the evidence. It was a pair of bloodstained jeans that our victim, Jack Stinson, wore when he had his last breath.

I began the full process on the jeans according to the Crime Lab's needs. I grabbed one of the swabs, eyeing around the jeans carefully for details in each side of the pants, in the outside and the inside, making sure I left no stone unturned. I swabbed from the most obvious, the blood stain on his jeans, before working down the visibility range. As I felt my hands through his pockets, I thought I felt a piece of paper, but it was soggy as it is drenched in the blood from the victim.

I slide my index finger and thumb inside it, making sure I was extra careful so as to prevent the paper from disintegrating itself within my touch, and hopefully I would be able to see the message inside. With a little tug, the piece of paper loosened itself from the pockets. I sighed in relief as I managed to save a piece of evidence, one that could be vital.

I glanced out of the window as I began straightening out the piece of paper on top of a board, before drying it with a hairdryer I found in one of the drawers. I heard the lift 'ding' to see Calleigh and a girl come into the lab.

She must have been at least fifteen years old or so, because she seems too young to be working and too old to be going to high school. She has had the cutest smile I've ever seen in my entire life, along with the beautiful blue eyes that is covered by a black full frame glasses, mostly from a sports product as it looks, well, sporty and classic. I couldn't take my eyes off her as soon as it sets on her, looking at her every single move from her clenching her hand on a small book, towards the occasional brushing of her hair away from her forehead with her hands so that she may be able to see properly. She was wearing a black Jurassic Park T-shirt from an amusement park, and a pair of long, skinny jeans. To accompany that, she wore a navy blue Converse shoe and had a black backpack slung on her shoulders.

I don't know why, but my body suddenly felt a warm fuzzy feeling. It's as if there were fireworks in there, just waiting to be ignited by someone or something. My senses felt like they have awoken from a deep slumber after all these years. I was drenched in cold sweat just by looking at her, the way her personality is bringing out into the world. My heart starts to beat faster and faster in anticipation as she and Calleigh walked over to where I was. I thought I could just lie on the floor and closed my eyes, hoping it would go away.

No, Ryan. Now's not a good time for a relationship! My brain yelled back at me, you have the council to think about, your parents, and your future as an alpha! Come on Ryan, you could do better than that!

I was probably deep in my own thoughts, because the bubble of thoughts burst by the poke from Calleigh, as the two girls stood directly in front of me. I tried to focus on their conversation, on what I was going to say, but her scent and her calm breathing just blew me away back to dreamland, as with her fluffy, soft dark brown curls covering her hair. I fought the urge not to stretch out my hand and just brush it away, revealing her beautiful face like she deserved.

Damn, Wolfe. What's wrong with you?

"Ryan, are you okay? You're drying a piece of paper, and it looks as if it was as dry as a bone. Better make sure it doesn't catch fire," Calleigh asked me, in a slightly raised tone when asking the question, as I broke away from drying the piece of paper, turning the hairdryer off. I shook my head in embarrassment, coming back down to earth from dreamland.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I smiled as I looked back at the girl, "Hello there; it's really nice to meet you. Your name is…
?"

"I'm Anastasia Caine, it's nice to meet you," she grinned, one that I can come back wanting for more, as she outstretched her arm in a friendly way, doing the normal 'hello! handshake'.

I took it without hesitation and shook it slowly, savoring the softness of her skin and the warm, comfortable touch against mine. I mustn't have realized that I've been clinging on to her for so long because she was wriggling her hand against mine, probably trying to break free to my grasp, much to my disappointment.

"Oh, sorry about that," I laughed, getting rid of the awkwardness by letting go of her hand, before my face dimmed into a frown, "Wait, you're a Caine. Do you happen to be Horatio's daughter?"

"As of a matter of fact, I am," she rubbed her hand that shook with me with her fingers from her other hand. "And that was some really hardcore shake there."

The three of us laughed, with me placing an arm behind my head and beginning to scratch it, "Whoops. My bad. Are you okay?"

"That's all right. I'm fine. It doesn't hurt that bad," she forgave me wholeheartedly and in a manner of minutes, before turning to look at Calleigh, "Aunt Calleigh, didn't you say you have something for him?"

"As a matter of fact I did," she smiled, revealing her glossy white teeth, "What do you find on the victim's clothes, Ryan?"

"Well," I focused back on the task brought out to me, "We know the victim died from a gunshot to both knees and his chest, so you wouldn't be surprised to see blood everywhere on his body, but…" I picked out the piece of paper with my gloves and showed it to Calleigh, "it seems this little piece of paper has a story to tell."

"That's great, Ryan! I can't wait to get that to the scanner to unscramble the words and hopefully be able to find the culprit as quickly as possible. I want to go home early," her face beaming with delight, she took the paper from me, before giving me a pat on the back, "Thank you so much!"

Anastasia rolled her eyes, "Of course you want to go home early. Uncle Eric has been taking you out on dates lately, have you? Has he proposed to you yet? I bet you can't wait for that day to come," she grinned like the Cheshire cat on 'Alice in Wonderland'.

Calleigh slapped her playfully on the shoulders, "Yes. That could work too. And please don't think about me and Uncle Eric all the time," sticking out her tongue at Anastasia, she opened the door and fled the room, running all the way to the graphology section of the crime lab.

The both of us just stared at each other, feeling awkward for a while, before she broke it, "So… I guess I need to go to DNA for something," she was heading out for the door when I shouted, "No!"

She turned to look back, an eyebrow rose, "What do you mean, no?"

"Well," I sighed, trying to find a perfect excuse to make her stay, without making her feel more uncomfortable, "Maybe I could help you here in trace. What do you need to find out exactly?"

"Um," she slung her backpack towards her chest, before unzipping and stuffing her hand inside it, moving around in a circular motion, feeling her way through. When she thought she had felt it, she pulled it out, slowly but surely, making sure it is the right thing.

"This," she raised it up, showing me the insides of the container. It contains cotton swabs, shorted than the ones normally used in the lab, but it contained a red substance. My eyes grew big in horror as I recognized what that was, "Anastasia…"

"Just call me Anne. You seem to find it boring calling me that all the time. I know it's quite a mouthful," she chuckled in a sweet, lovable tone, before placing the container on the table in between us.

"Anne, isn't that blood?"

"Yeah. I was wondering if you would consider examining it and seeing whether it is really blood. It's kind of urgent. Well it's not a science project, but it's just as important as one. And can you please not tell dad about this? He might get mad at me, and you do not want to see an angry Caine around the corner," she mumbled in gibberish, but I can hear her word-for-word, as she tried to zip her back and slung it over her shoulders.

Taking the container, I immediately opened it and took out one of the swabs, "Yeah, I won't tell your dad. But seriously though, where did you get these from?"

Her head hung low, feeling bad for not being able to answer that question, "Well, I don't really want to talk to anyone else right now. I need to find things out for myself first. I'm sorry."

"Aww, that's all right Anne. I know how you feel," I smiled casually to affirm her that I'm all right, and has received one in return as she looked up at me. Poor girl, must have had a lot of things on her mind, and no one else that could help her.

I clutched the swab firmly with a pick and gently cut the end with the most amount of liquid substance off the swab into a small test tube. Picking it up, I went on to search for the ethanol around the table, pouring a little amount, just enough for it to reach a few centimeters below the brim. I placed the cover on top of it and gently shook it, letting the substance and ethanol mix evenly with each other, before placing it on a machine which would find out its composition.

My eyes turned back to look at Anastasia as the machine 'whirrs' into life, mixing the test tube back and forth finding its composition. Her eyes seemed to be full of worry and guilt, and that her face was readable. She was questioning herself about what she was going to find out in a minute or so, the creases on her forehead gave proof to that. I felt bad for the things that she is currently going through. It must have been really tough on her, being the only child in the family. I felt like as if when she is sad, I am extremely sad as well. I wanted to wrap my arms around her tiny, vulnerable figure, to be able to hold her close and tell her everything's going to be all right, to wipe the frown and crease on her forehead forever.

Our heads snapped up as a 'beep' from the printer demanded our attention. I immediately went towards it and grabbed the fresh paper that was printed on. "Let's see…" I scrolled my eyes from left to write like a typewriter, before looking at our answer, "it is blood, Anne. You can't fight technology."

"What? That can't be right," she snatched the paper away from me and began looking, her eyes growing wide with shock as she continues to read the chemical composition down the row, "Iron, water, glucose, …, you're right. It is blood." Her mind instantly began looking for answers, searching in every side of it if it has to.

I grasped her shoulders, one arm for each shoulder, to calm her down, as she has shown a massive amount of pressure, "Hey Anne. If it's too much for you to handle, let me help you out, okay? It's the least that I can do. Your dad helped me get this job after all."

She sighed, stealing glances at me, before her head bobbed up and down continuously like a zombie, "All right then. I, have to go now."

I pulled her closer to me, much to her surprise. I don't know why I did that, but her need of comfort is so great, I just couldn't be able to stand it any longer, "All right then, you go ahead." I rubbed my chin on her head before letting her go, much to my disappointment.

She blushed as she stared at the floor, hard, not being able to look into my eyes anymore, "It's weird about what you've just did, but thank you for that," with a brief grin on her face, she turned around and walked out of the room.

I went back to my work, but for some reason, she is all that I could think off now. My mind felt the need to protect her, the need to make her mine. I didn't know where I got those feelings from, but I could doubt for sure it's coming from my nature. My werewolf nature.

"Oh love, don't let me go.
Won't you take me where the street lights glow?
I can hear rain coming, like a serenade of sound
Now my feet won't touch the ground."

Horatio's POV:

As my newest team member hugged my beloved daughter in trace, questions start running into my head, as anger flared within me:

Will he be the one who will accompany Anne? Is he the real alpha wolf the council is waiting and hoping for? Who is he to be able to embrace her just like that?

I fiddled my glasses, trying to calm the beast inside of me down, because I know he isn't going to harm my most precious thing in the world. My mind was clueless to the questions being asked, but one thing's for sure; their sparks have ignited and I could sense a great bond growing in between them, the same one that Marisol and I shared, but didn't really notice it until everyone else told us straight.

But as a father, I've got to make sure. To make sure that my daughter makes the right decisions for the important things in life, and this is one of them. I smiled as I went to the graphology, where Calleigh and Eric both are, discussing about the words in the blood stained note, hopefully getting the job done as quickly as possible.

It's time to play a little game.