Cameron was lying on his bed in the apartment he had rented for the week, staring at the ceiling. He still couldn't believe that his godfather had a son. What was even crazier was the fact that Horatio's son's mother was his suspect.

Can this really be happening? He asked himself. Then, out of nowhere, there came a knock at the door.

"Room service!" called the voice of a young lady from the door.

Cameron didn't get up. He reached for his Beretta 9mm Pistol, which was on his nightstand, and prepared himself, just in case this was a trap. "I didn't order any room service," he replied. He looked at the clock and noticed it was almost 9:30.

There was silence for a few minutes. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm at the wrong room," the young lady said.

Cameron just laughed, as he put his pistol back on the nightstand. "That's ok," he said. And, with that, he heard the lady walk down the hallway, rolling the cart she had with her.

Wouldn't be the first time, he said to himself, and it won't be the last. He began remembering what had happened a year ago.

He had been working on a murder case that had leaded him to New York. There, he met Mac Taylor and the New York CSI team. Everything was going well, until the night before he was to leave to head back to Atlanta. He was staying at a nice hotel that the Atlanta CSI team had set up for him. It was late and the case had already been resolved. He was relaxing in his room, when a knock at the door disturbed him. A room service lady had come by with a bottle of merlot. She said someone had dropped it off at the desk and wanted someone to bring it to Cameron. The bottle was being chilled and a glass was brought with it. There was also a card that only read: "Thank You for your help." He thought it was from the NY CSI team, since the writing looked a lot like Stella Bonasera's. Cameron thought it was just a thank you gift and poured himself a glass. However, an emergency trip to the hospital told him otherwise. He later found out that the wife of the convict, whom he and Mac had arrested for the murder case, had poisoned the wine.

"Thank God for fingerprints," Cameron said. He couldn't help but laugh now.

As he was slowly drifting into sleep, his phone went off. "Rye," he said, as he pulled his phone over to his face. He kept his eyes close.

"You were supposed to have called us once you got to Miami," said an angry woman.

Cameron sat up once he heard the voice. "Sorry, Kim," he said. "It's been an interesting day."

"Interesting, how?" Kim asked. "Something bad happen?"

Cameron sighed. "Well, sort of," he began. "Remember that trip to New York I took a year ago?"

"Yes."

"Well, that is when I found out about my godfather. Do you remember me telling you about that?" Cameron asked.

"Yeah, I do. His name is Horatio, right?"

"That's right. Well, I met with him today. And guess what I found out?" Cameron asked. Kim remained quiet. "He has a son." Kim didn't say a word. She knew there was more to the story. "But, wait. It gets better. My godfather's son's mother is our suspect."

Kim didn't know how to respond. "Wow…" she said, after a few minutes. "That…sucks."

"Yeah, it does," Cameron responded. "Anyway, you got anything for me?"

"Yeah, I do," she answered. "Remember the hair we found in the bed? Well, they do not match the hair we found on the couch with the victim."

"So, they probably belong to the wife," Cameron said.

"That's just it. They don't," Kim said. "They belong to her sister, Cindy. She isn't admitting it, but we believe the victim and wife's sister were having an affair."

"Does she have an alibi on why she was in the bed?"

"She said that she had stayed the night with her sister when her husband was away for business last week."

"It makes sense. The husband was gone last week."

"Yeah, he was in Denver," Kim said, as she sighed. Cameron could here, what sounded like pages in a book turning.

"Something wrong?" Cameron asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Well, his work records say that he was in Denver last week, but…"

"But?" asked Cameron.

"But, he missed a meeting about six weeks ago. However, he still bought a plane ticket."

"So, where did he go?"

"Give me a minute and I'll see if I can pull up the plane records," Kim said. Cameron could hear Kim typing on the computer, at an unbelievable rate. "Found it! He went to…wow."

"Well," Cameron asked. Cameron looked at the clock, noticing it was almost 11.

"He went to…Miami."