MS Chapter 5

"Rick, I have a suspect to interrogate, excuse me."
Horatio followed Frank and the suspect into the interrogation room.

"Take a seat, you'll be here for a while," Horatio commanded.

"What have I done now?"

"Well, Mr. Berkeley, how about your prints all over an evidence box that shouldn't be there in the first place?"

Jake's face went a certain shade of white.
"I don't know what you mean Horatio," Jake smirked, trying to cover up his nerves.

Calleigh walked in with a file and handed it to Horatio.

"Ah Cal, how are you doing? Did you enjoy the glorious British weather?"

Calleigh looked at Jake with a stern look, "it's Calleigh to you," she snapped back and stormed out.

Horatio opened the file and showed Jake a photo of the tempered lid and a picture of his fingerprints.

"Does this jog your memory? Who did you steal the Kimber for?"

"What Kimber?" Jake's c ocky attitude didn't sit well with Horatio.

"The Kimber that was used to kill three nineteen year old kids this morning?"
Jake's face dropped. He realised that this was serious, "he told me it was to scare a lad who owed him a lot of money, I didn't know anyone would be shot with it."

"Who is he, Jake?" demanded Horatio.

"I can't say. Look, I'm undercover in a drug ring. This guy found out and was blackmailing me, he wanted that Kimber back."

"He wanted it back? What do you mean?"

Jake realised what he had said. He sat back in the chair, "I'm not saying another word."

"Frank, book him."

"With pleasure."

Frank roughly grabbed him from the chair and took Jake out of the room. On his way out, he saw Calleigh stood watching him, she'd heard every word.
Horatio stepped out of the room.

"What did I ever see in him?" Calleigh shook her head.

"Not as much as you see in me, I hope," Horatio smiled.

Calleigh smiled back, "I see so much more in you than anyone who I've ever dated, I always have." Horatio blushed slightly but then was serious.

"Calleigh, who was the other suspect from the original robbery?"

"Steve Tillidge. Why?"

"What was the name of the suspect from the Glades?"

Calleigh was about to say that she didn't know yet, when Natalia turned up with the evidence she'd collected from the hospital.

"Miss Boa Vista, any news from the hospital?"

"Yeah, our suspect is going to survive."

"Did you get a name for him?"

"He said that his name was Steve. He's also not talking until he gets his lawyer."

"That's good enough for me. Let's get this evidence processed. Calleigh, process the Kimber, Miss Boa Vista, process the clothes and I will see if his shoes match the footprints in the dirt."

Calleigh went to the ballistics lab with the Kimber and Horatio and Natalia went to the trace lab to process the clothes.

Calleigh lifted the prints from the firearm and compared them to the ones she already had. There were two sets, one belonging to Jake and the other came up as Steve Tillidge. Calleigh was getting ready to test the gun just as Eric walk in.

"Calleigh, I got another round for you from the car."

"Oh thank you Eric. Did you get anything else from the car?"

"Surprisingly, yes. I got a few prints from the top of the steering wheel. The entire car wasn't submerged in the water as the water wasn't deep enough for it to sink. So remembering this, I tried my luck at looking for prints and found them. They belong to a Steve Tillidge."

"Snap! I got Steve's prints all over the gun as well as Jake's."

"He's looking more like our man every minute. Anyway, I'm going to see Horatio to let him know."

"Okay, see you later."

Calleigh turned round to the gun range, put on her ear defenders and picked up the gun. Eric left ballistics to find Horatio.

Natalia had tested Steve's sleeves for G.S.R, it was positive.
Horatio compared Steve's shoes to the photos of the footprints that were found at the scene. They matched.
Eric poked his head round the door.

"How are you two doing in here?"

"I think that we got him, depending on what you've got." Natalia chirped.

"I got Steve's prints on the top of the steering wheel; Calleigh's also got his prints on the Kimber."

"And all three bullets came from the Kimber." Calleigh entered the room.

Horatio took off his lab coat, hung it up and put his jacket back on.
"I'll take Mr. Wolfe with me to the hospital. I'm sure he can identify 'Steve' for us."

When Horatio and Ryan arrived at the hospital, Steve had got himself all lawyered up.

"Ah Steve Tillidge, I was hoping not to see you again," Ryan quipped as he walked in the room.

"C.S.I Wolfe. You just can't leave me alone. This is Mr. Jepson, my lawyer. You do remember him right Wolfe?"

Ryan nodded, "how can I forget."

"Mr. Tillidge, there is substantial amount of evidence that says you murdered Craig Dreyfus and Kate and Kay Grace," continued Horatio.

Mr. Jepson piped up, "if you're talking about the gun, then it doesn't belong to my client."

Horatio grinned, "I'm not just talking about the gun, there are also his finger prints on the gun and in his car, which is registered to his father, the G.S.R on his clothes and the footprints in the dirt which matches his shoes. Would you like to revise your story Mr. Tillidge?"

Steve slumped his head back into the pillow, "you got to understand, this wasn't supposed to happen."