CSI Miami Fan Fiction "Raymond's Christmas Carol" (Fanfic format)

Chapter 5—"Surprises"

Bobbo's West Beach Store was open for business on December 5th. The team figured that the South Beach Graham's Goodies should have been (according to the pattern) hit on December 10th. But December 10th came and went—and nothing happened. The team thought that there might be a reason for this—but couldn't pin one down. That left December 17th and Christmas Eve. There was also a change for the big Christmas broadcast on De-cember 19th—it would be from two locations this year: one from the South Beach Graham's and one from the North Shore Bonzo's. It was now December 13th. That didn't leave much time to find the burglar.

Frank had decided to have lunch at a little shop near the South Beach Graham's on his way back from talking to someone else. While he was enjoying his soup, he saw Ryan. Frank chuckled when he saw what the young CSI had in his hand—a big bag of assorted Graham's Goodies lollipops. "Their treats are very popular in the lab—just can't keep enough of them," Ryan explained to Frank.
"Yeah, and I'll bet you're having quite a few yourself!" Frank noted.
"Guilty as charged! Arrest me!" a laughing Ryan confessed as he unwrapped a butterscotch lollipop. He even offered some of his "evidence" to Frank, who shook his head with laughter as he turned it down.
As they walked back to Ryan's Hummer, something caught Ryan's attention—the arrival of Engleberg's minivan. The blue minivan he had seen at Bonzo's West had just pulled into a parking spot underneath South Beach Plaza, near Ryan's Hummer. Ryan explained to Frank about how the reporter had arrived at the three crime scenes before the rest of the media. The two decided to wait till Engleberg was away from the vehicle. Ryan grabbed his flashlight and digital camera—here was a prime chance to find out Engleberg's secret.
Engleberg, looking cautiously around him, exited the vehicle and started walking away. "You'd think he had enemies," Frank noticed.
"Yeah, well, Calleigh said that he makes his living making other people angry," Ryan explained.
Engleberg walked towards the sandwich place that Frank had recently visited. He and Frank walked towards the vehicle as soon as Engleberg was well away. The locked doors didn't stop Ryan from looking through the window with a flashlight. Ryan made quick work of looking around the inside as Frank looked around the outside. Ryan's curiosity was soon rewarded: Engleberg had a high-powered police scanner mounted in the dashboard. "Hey, I thought these things were illegal!" Ryan said as he took digital pictures of the scanner and the outside of the vehicle.
Frank walked over to see what had caught Ryan's interest. "Yeah, they're supposed to be illegal. Tyler might know if the media got a pass on those." The two were walking towards Frank's car as Engleberg re-entered the parking area. He quickly entered his vehicle and even more quickly drove away, not noticing the nearby Hummer. Engleberg had not, however, escaped the notice of the two detectives. Frank headed to another call; Ryan headed back to the lab to talk to Tyler.

Horatio was in his office, reading Maxine's report on the Tanique bottles. All the DNA results showed was that the bottles had been handled by Bob Gormanson and Raymond. Horatio closed his eyes, wondering how he was going to deal with his nephew.
Eric and Natalia's first stop was to Bobblehead Mini-Mart. Michael Davenberg, the owner, wasn't happy about the police visit. When shown pictures of the two minors and Albert Engleberg, Davenberg recognized Engleberg as the person who bought the Tanique—but claimed that he didn't know that his customer was going to give it to minors.
Eric noticed something different about the store. "Not one security camera in the place," he told Natalia.
"So much for video evidence," Natalia replied unhappily. "It's our word against Davenberg's."
After that, Eric and Natalia headed to the Gormanson house. Mrs. Gormanson was more cooperative, but exasperated by her son's behavior. "Bob's father is out of town often—and sometimes, Bob doesn't even listen to him," she told the two CSIs. When asked if she knew anything about how Bob was getting such large amounts of money, Mrs. Gormanson shook her head. "He goes out in the early evening and isn't even home when I go to bed."
With Mrs. Gormanson's permission, Eric and Natalia carefully searched Bob's room. Eric found a small toolbox under the bed; a quick check revealed two empty spaces: one each for pliers and a screwdriver. "Exactly what Ryan found at the second Bonzo's," Eric remembered.
Natalia had found a folder on Bob's table: exact diagrams of each of the three burglarized stores. There was also a phone number and initials written on the front of the folder. Natalia tried dialing the number; it was a cellphone number. When Eric asked what Natalia had found, she showed him the folder. "Who's "RAE"?" she asked.
Eric dialed the number and heard the same outgoing message that Natalia had heard. "Albert Engleberg," he said. "He was probably able to be at all of the crime scenes so early because he's in on the burglaries. 'Albert' might be his middle name; we can check the drivers' license database for that."
"Engleberg's probably drafted Bob as an accomplice. School is still in session for just over another week yet," Natalia noted. "That's where we should find Bob." Eric called for a patrol car to pick up Bob Gormanson.

Albert Engleberg pushed himself away from his desk-lunchtime. That little sandwich shop he'd been frequenting lately-near the South Beach Graham's Goodies-was the perfect spot for two reasons. Their soup-and-sandwich special was only one of them.
The little shop was also close enough to the store for another reason. It allowed Albert to do some careful observation and planning- unknown to and unseen by the family who had turned him away two years ago. Albert saw Rose take Duncan to the nearby florist. Rose hadn't changed much, Albert noted, but Duncan was a bit taller than when he had last seen him. "The whole family's probably spoiling him miserably," Albert thought unhappily as he ate his soup.
But just as Albert was about to take another bite of chowder, another person caught his attention: that blond-haired detective who wouldn't talk to him at Bobbo's, coming out of the candy store. She looked so much like Irene. "Ah, maybe she wasn't dead, after all," Albert thought. He quickly compared her to the lady in his wallet-sized family picture. Yes, that was it—perhaps Irene wasn't dead. But Albert wondered where she had been all this time.
His mind drifted back to the time when he had his family,…..