Horatio was standing outside the Miami-Dade Police Department, talking with Calleigh and Frank.

"He is my godson," Horatio was telling Calleigh and Frank. "His father and I were best friends. They asked me if I would be his godfather the day he was born." Calleigh and Frank both nodded in acknowledgement. There were still many questions they wanted to ask, but they knew right now was not the best time because Cameron came walking up from his bike.

"Nice place," Cameron said, cool-like. No one replied. He could tell something was wrong. "What?"

"How did you…" Horatio began. He knew he didn't have to explain the whole thing, since Cameron was there after all.

"I have a police scanner mounted onto my bike and helmet," Cameron began. "So-"

"You do realize that is illegal," Calleigh interrupted. She looked towards Horatio, who looked from her to Cameron.

Cameron smiled and gave out a small laugh. "No, it's not," he began. But before Calleigh could retaliate, he held up his hand. "I'm a police officer. I work with the Atlanta CSI group."

They all looked surprised, especially Horatio. Cameron just smiled. "Surprised?" he asked his godfather.

"Quite," Horatio said. "How long have you been working with the Atlanta CSI?"

"Seven years," Cameron responded. Horatio didn't say anything, but Cameron could tell what it was he wanted to know. "I joined the police force directly after high school. I worked part time and went to school too. The department paid for everything. Thanks to them, I was able to earn my degree in criminal justice in four years."

"How old are you?" Frank asked.

"Twenty-eight," Cameron said. Calleigh and Frank looked shocked. They were surprised at his age. He didn't look over eighteen. Horatio didn't budge.

"But, to work with the CSI…" Calleigh began.

"Takes specific degrees that require a specific amount of years to complete," Cameron answered. "This is the second year I have worked with the Atlanta CSI, full time."

Calleigh nodded, very impressed. She had never met a guy like him before. He intrigued her, for reasons she could not explain.

"So tell us," Frank began. "How did you know about the warehouse?"

"Surprisingly enough, Miami and Atlanta PD use the same channel on their radios. The only difference, it the frequency," Cameron answered. "I started picking up faint signals, so I switched the frequency, imputed the address into my GPS, realized I was extremely close, and headed to the warehouse."

Frank looked at him, somewhat pleased but also curious. However, he didn't say anything else. He decided that he would speak to Horatio about this later.

Horatio took off his sunglasses and looked Cameron square in the eye. "How?" he asked. He knew Cameron would understand.

Cameron just smiled. "Simple," he said. From behind him, he pulled out a small round object. The object looked like a grenade. "Flash grenades." They all looked surprised. "I have special permission and a license that allows me to carry these."

Horatio nodded. "I see. So, you used the flash grenades to ambush those men," he said. "That would explain why one of them said everything was a blur."

Cameron nodded. "Exactly," he said.

"That is very impressive," Calleigh said. "But, how were you able to take down four men with guns?"

"Well, for starters, two of the men didn't have guns," Cameron answered. "Plus, there is a pressure point on a person's neck that, if targeted properly, would knock a person out in about five seconds."

Horatio looked at Cameron, then back at the ground. "It seems you have had quite the adventure today."

"I guess I did, Uncle Horatio."

Horatio looked at his godson, then back at the ground and chuckled. "Why don't we head inside?" he asked. "I have some questions for you that I would like to ask you in private."

Cameron nodded. "As I, you."