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Chapter 1

Eric sighed as he got out of the hummer. It was just the start of shift and already the only thing he could think of was going back to the lab and find some remote closet to shove Ryan into. He was glad Ryan hadn't given up the job of being a CSI, for a minute there he'd been afraid the young man would quite.

He grabbed his kit and quickly headed towards the police tap flapping in the breeze. The scene was relatively remote, a body had been found by a jogger who ran the same course everyday because off the peace and quit. The body hadn't had any ID on him and they hadn't been able to identify him so far.

The guy had been shot in the head, right between the eyes, he'd have to send the bullets to Calleigh and… no, he'd have to send the bullets to the new labtech, what was her name again? Sarah, right, he'd have to send the bullets to Sarah. Sarah was a nice girl and she was good at what she did too. Calleigh had been small and blonde while Sarah was the complete opposite. She was tall and had midnight black hair that had been cut till just above her ears.

She was friendly and professional, she was perfect for the job and Eric had decided early on that he wouldn't treat her like he had treated Ryan in the beginning. He wouldn't treat her with contempt just because she was filling up a position that had been freed because one of his co-workers had died. He tried to avoid using the term replacing as much as possible.

She'd been at the lab for six months and she was absolutely great. She fit right in and people seemed a lot happier welcoming her then they had welcoming Ryan. But of course Calleigh died under completely different circumstances. Calleigh had turned on them and taken one of their own, that was unforgivable in a lot of eyes.

He approached the patrol officer standing guard by the crime scene. He was informed that a detective would show up as soon as possible and that he was to start processing the crime scene. Eric nodded and went straight to work, searching, bagging and tagging. He had been processing about over fifteen minutes when he heard it. There was a large clunk above him and he immediately looked up, towards the fire escape.

The sound came again but lower and immediately redirected his eyes towards the bottom and got a glimpse of a jeans jacket disappearing passed the corner. He grabbed his gun and went for it, hearing the footsteps of the patrol cop right behind him. The figure in front of him kept moving, not perturbed by Eric's warning calls.

Until of course he ran into a dead end.

"Miami Dade Police, don't move!" The figure stopped, breathing heavily. Eric kept his gun pointed forward. "Put your hands where I can see them and turn around slowly." The man raised his hands in the air and turned around. Eric lowered his gun in shock.

He was staring straight at the face of one Timothy Speedle.

TBC