Disclaimer: They're not mine.but wouldn't it be cool if they were? I mean, can you imagine.*drifts off into lala land*


A triple homicide outside of a gay bar, a bank robbery gone wrong, a person murdered by means of a highly trained pitbull, and a twelve year old boy hit by a stray bullet that had been shot during a gang war. These were all cases given to the hard working CSI team of the Miami-Dade police department and they were all recently solved.

The triple homicide had been committed by a disgruntled teen whose father had left the boy's mother for a man. The perpetrators in the bank robbery that had ended up taking the lives of two innocent people had been caught after the weapon used to kill them had been recovered with needed prints to put the bad guys away. After locating the dog from the next case, the team tracked down his trainer and questioned him, but in the end, they ultimately found out that it had been the trainer's assistant who had sent the dog after the victim. Finally, the team tracked down the gun out of whose barrel had shot the stray bullet that had killed the twelve year old boy, and they traced it back to a ring of cocaine smugglers. Then with the help of the Feds, the team was able to take the whole ring down.

This was the first time in a little over two weeks that the team actually had a break in their case load and it couldn't have come any sooner. The whole team had been working non-stop on their last cases and now they were positively exhausted. Eric Delko looked as if he was going to fall over at any minute, Tim Speedle's usually carefree appearance now seemed to look more like death warmed over, Alexx Woods' eyes were bloodshot and her shoulders now seemed to be permanently slumped, and even the normally cheerful and overly energetic Calleigh Duquesne looked as if she were going to pass out.

The only one of the team who looked even remotely with it was Horatio Caine. No one knew how he managed to work so hard and for so long without showing even the tiniest sign of fatigue. They often joked about it, saying that he was either taking drugs or he was an alien and sometimes, they would even call him "Energizer" like the bunny just for a laugh, but even if they didn't know the secret of his eternal energy, he did. Every new case they got seemed to cause caches of vim and vigor to surface within Horatio, enabling him to just keep going. He figured that the overwhelming drive and desire he had to catch the bad guys was what kept his inexhaustible juices flowing and he was quite thankful for the way he was. No, he wasn't hyper energetic like Calleigh, but what he did have helped him outlast everyone including the plucky little blonde ballistics expert.

Horatio realized how hard his team worked over the past few weeks. He knew that they always gave at least 110% every time they walked into the lab, but what they had done recently had been above and beyond what he would have called for. They all had spent many nights at the lab working the evidence from the various crime scenes. They neglected their personal needs such as food, sleep, and family time just to get the job done and while Horatio didn't like that his people were running themselves ragged, he did truly appreciate their utter dedication to getting done what they needed to do.

Being that crime didn't take a holiday, Horatio decided that since the world, or at least Miami, seemed to be having a moment of amity, he would allow his team to forgo working the lesser cases they had been assigned and take the weekend off. Delko and Speedle jumped at the chance to be able to just crash for two days and Alexx was happy to simply home to her family, but Calleigh was a different story. As soon as Horatio had told everyone to go home and rest, she watched everyone else leave and then headed back to the lab she had been working in before she had been told that they had the weekend off. She was in the middle of processing some evidence for a small case and she wasn't about to go home until it was done. Besides, it's not like she had anything to do at her apartment anyway.

A few hours after telling his people to go home, Horatio had just finished all the paperwork he needed to get done and was ready to go home himself. Packing up some extra work to do in case he got too bored at his place, he turned off the lights in his office and shut the door behind him. He had something he needed to drop off in the computer lab before he left so he immediately headed there. As soon as he stepped foot inside that specific lab, he stopped dead in his tracks and just stared at the scene before him.

There, arms next to the keyboard of one computer and head resting on her arms, was Calleigh Duquesne. She had undoubtedly fallen asleep while working on mapping out bullet trajectories from the latest case she was working on.

Horatio just stood there for a little bit watching her as she slept. He knew she was worn out and had actually thought she had gone home, but that obviously wasn't the case. Shaking his head, he set down the folder he was dropping off and his briefcase on the closest table before quietly walking over to Calleigh. He reached over and placed his hand on her shoulder, giving her a gentle shake to wake her. "Calleigh," he said softly.

The blonde's eyes immediately shot open and she sat up in her chair. She looked at Horatio and gave him a bashful little smile. "Hi Horatio," she greeted sounding kind of embarrassed.

"Hi," he replied with a small smile. "I thought I told you to go home."

"You did and I was going to, but then I remembered I had to get this work done so-"

Horatio cut her off by simply giving her a silencing look. He watched as Calleigh looked down at her hands, acting like a child who had just been scolded for taking a cookie before dinner. Finally, he spoke up. "I want you to go home and rest."

Calleigh opened her mouth to protest, but Horatio predicted this so before she could utter a word, he bent over her, saved her work on the computer, and then shut the machine off.

"No arguments," he ordered, hoping he was giving her no room to object.

Calleigh didn't pleased nor swayed in the least. While she highly respected Horatio, she wasn't afraid to stand up to him either. "I really need to get that work done," she stated matter-of-factly. The truth was that she was so wiped out that she wasn't sure how she was still standing, but she really wanted to get her work done before she left or the thought of her unfinished task would bug her until she actually completed it.

"It can wait," Horatio counted, determined to get his way.

"Horatio!" Calleigh huffed, exasperated.

"Calleigh, I could just order you to leave, but I don't want to do that," he told her. "So how about I make you a deal?"

"What kind of deal?" the blonde questioned almost skeptically.

Horatio gave her another small smile. "How about I take you out to dinner and then drop you home afterwards?" Calleigh smiled, letting him know that she liked the idea. He continued, "But you have to get up and leave with me right now."

"What about my Jeep?" she asked, trying to hide the fact that just the thought of going out with Horatio made her heart flutter with joy.

"I'll pick you up on Monday morning so you don't have to worry about driving to work."

"What if I have to go somewhere during the weekend?" She was just trying to bug him by prolonging her answer to his offer and she was sure he had figured that out, but she gave him a big smile to let him know just in case.

Horatio shook his head, still smiling slightly. "If there is a dire need that simply cannot wait, I will come pick you up and take you wherever you need to go, but my offer expires very soon," he said somewhat jokingly.

Calleigh gave him a wry grin and cocked her head to the side as she pretended to think about it. "Dinner and a personal chauffeur or getting my work done," she pondered aloud pretending to weigh her options.

Horatio just stood there, waiting patiently for her answer.

After pausing a few more seconds, the blonde finally announced her decision. "Ok, I think I can handle putting this work on hold for a little while," she said, still grinning.

Just as the words left her mouth, Horatio's cell phone started ringing. He gave Calleigh a 'hold on a second' motion with his hand before he unclipped his phone from his belt and answered it. "Horatio." He paused to listen to what the person on the other end was saying before replying, "All right, I'll bring Calleigh. We'll be there soon." He closed his flip-phone and looked back over at the ballistics expert.

"We have a new case?" she asked already knowing by the look on Horatio's face that the answer was yes.

He nodded. "Thirty year old woman found shot inside of her home."

Calleigh stood up tiredly and motioned toward the door. "Let's go then."