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A week had gone by since Speed had woken up and he was finally being released. The day after he woke up his fever had spiked to almost 103 again but it came down fairly quickly and the next day he was moved from ICU. Horatio smiled at his lover as he walked into the room and saw Speed sitting anxiously in the chair by the window his duffle bag sitting on the bed having just been packed.

"You ready to go?" Horatio asked.

"Yes I am," Speed answered emphatically.

"Have you signed your discharge papers?" he asked his lover.

"Yeah, I just have to get my scripts from the nurse so I can fill it," Tim replied. As if she heard their conversation Sam walked into the room the scripts in hand.

"Here are your prescriptions for your antibiotics. Take each antibiotic three times a day for another week," Sam instructed.

"Will do," Speed said.

"Very good then, your free to go," she said with a smile. A smile came to Speed's lips as he stood up slowly and stood still until he'd gotten his balance then he slowly made his way to the hospital room door. He was just glad to be getting out of this place and back to his house and his lovers.

"Remember you're off work for the next week to let your body continue to heel," Sam called after the two men. Speed grumbled in frustration but Horatio nodded his acknowledgement.

"Don't worry we'll make sure he stays home for the next week," he promised causing Tim to glower at him.

"Hey, it's for your own good," Horatio said turning to his lover. Tim just glared he knew Horatio was right but it didn't mean he had to like it.

***

"It's good to have you back," Tyler said as Tim walked into the A/V lab to check on some results from a recorded phone conversation.

"Thanks it's good to be back. I was going crazy sitting at home. So what can you tell me?" he prompted.

"I was able to separate the different sounds and I isolated that strange sound in the background we couldn't identify," the other man answered.

"Well lets here it, then," Speed said. Nodding Tyler played what he had separated. Speed listened carefully frowning in concentration.

"Play it again, please."

"Sure thing," Tyler replied playing it again. The trace experts frowned deepened. He couldn't seem to identify the sound they were hearing. It was something he'd heard before but he couldn't for the life of him place it now. Spotting Calleigh who was working this case with him in the hallway he called to her.

"Hey come here a sec, will ya Cal?"

"Sure what's up?" she asked.

"Listen to this and see if you can figure out what the sound is. It's from the phone conversation our vic had with the 911 dispatcher just before she died. I'm hoping it'll give us an idea of where the primary scene is since we know she was dumped on Biscayne BLVD," Speed explained.

"I'll give it a shot," the blonde responded. After a nod from the two CSI's Tyler played the recording again.

"Again, please, I think I've almost got it," Calleigh said. She listened intently trying to block out the other ambient sounds. Calleigh's eyes widened when she recognized the sound.

"You got something?" Speed asked.

"It's a walk-in freezer when it's on it makes a humming sound," she explained.

"Laura worked at TGI Friday's, maybe one of her co-workers got mad at her and drug her into the freezer and killed her then panicked and dumped her body somewhere else?" Speed theorized.

"Hmm, maybe let's talk to Frank and go through the list of employees and figure out if any of them held a grudge against our victim," Calleigh suggested.

"Let's go, thanks, Tyler," Speed called over his shoulder as the two criminalists headed out of his domain.

"No problem," the A/V tech called back glad he could help provide a possible turning point for the case.

***

"Okay, there are four people from the restaurant who appeared to have a problem with our victim," Frank reported as he saw the two CSI's walking towards his desk after he'd called them.

"Who are they?" Calleigh asked.

"Nathan Ross, Sarah Baker, Mikayla Dobson, and Shelly Michaels. Nathan used to be Mikayla's boyfriend but cheated on her with Laura but they broke up when he saw Laura talking to a guy friend of hers. As for the girls they all took offense to Laura stabbing Mikayla in the back by dating her boyfriend. They'd all been friends until it was revealed that Laura was cheating with Nathan. All of them have an alibi accept for Mikayla," Frank said.

"Then let's go talk to Miss Dobson, shall we?" Speed said with a smirk.

"My thoughts exactly," Calleigh drawled.

"We'll take my car," Frank offered picking up his keys and heading for his car.

"MDPD!" Frank called as he knocked on the door to Mikayla's house. The door opened revealing a clearly surprised Mikayla Dobson.

"Can I help you?" she asked in confusion.

"Yeah you can tell us where you were two nights ago," Calleigh replied.

"I was here," she answered.

"Can anybody verify that?" Speed interjected. Mikayla shook her head. Calleigh's eyes narrowed as Mikayla brushed some hair out of her face revealing some scratches on her wrists. Nudging Speed in the side she jerked her eyes to the young woman's arms. Their victim had defensive wounds on her hands.

"How'd you get those scratches?" Calleigh questioned.

"My cat got mad at me because I picked it up off the table," she said. Frank studied the marks intently.

"Those look like fingernails not cat claws. You wanna try a different answer?" he bated. Mikayla glared at the detective and stared down at her hands.

"Let me see if I can guess what happened. You found out that Nathan was cheating on you with Laura so you confronted her when she went into the freezer to make sure things were secure for the night and you bludgeoned her to death but she fought back didn't she?" Speed asked.

"You can't prove I was in that freezer with her," Mikayla spat indignantly.

"Oh but that's where your wrong. We found a bloody fingerprint on the door of the freezer and I bet we'll match it to yours. Plus I'm sure we'll match your DNA to the DNA we found on the bat and on the inside of the freezer," Calleigh said iceily.

"Then for some reason you panicked and somehow got her into your car and dumped her on Biscayne. Before you did that, though, you checked to see if anyone was outside. What you didn't realize while you were checking for witnesses, though, was that Laura was still alive, barely, but she was able to call 911 just before she stopped breathing and try and beg the dispatcher to send someone to help her. The sound of the freezer was picked out of the conversation which eventually led us back to you," Frank concluded. Mikayla refused to say another word and glared at the three detectives as she was lead to Frank's car in cuffs.

When they reached the lab the suspect was escorted to an interrogation room with Tripp, Calleigh, and Speed following. Once they were in the room Calleigh and Frank sitting on one side of the table and the suspect on the other with Speed leaning against the wall Calleigh spoke.

"I need you to open your mouth, please."

"Why?" Mikayla demanded sullenly.

"I'm sorry?" Calleigh asked.

"I said why do you need me to open my mou-," the young woman broke off as Calleigh swabbed the inside of her cheek.

"That's why, now we need your prints, hold out your hands, please," Calleigh requested. Reluctantly the girl did what she was told and Calleigh obtained her prints.

"Speed?" she called.

"I'll get these to Delko and Valera," he said taking the swab and the finger print card and heading down the hall. He reached Valera's lab first.

"Hi, Val, can you run this DNA against the sample we got from the freezer, please? I wanna know if it matches the suspect we have in interrogation," Speed explained.

"Sure thing, it's good to have you back, the lab's been to quiet without you," she commented.

"T-t-thanks," Speed said through a series of coughs that left him slightly breathless. The lab tech shot him a concerned look. "I'm okay, the doc said the cough will be the hardest part of this to shake," Speed said. Valera nodded in understanding. Speed stared at the computer waiting for it to spit out a result, hopefully a match. The a watched pot never boils saying his mother had constantly told him when he was little and waiting for something to happen was true in this case. Finally the computer beeped, indicating a match. Grabbing the paper from the printer Valera scanned it quickly.

"It's our girl, DNA is a match," she said with a broad smile.

"Thanks, Val," Tim replied as he grabbed the paper and hurried from the room. Reaching the print lab he knocked on the door frame to get Eric's attention.

"Hey, babe, what can I do for you?" Eric asked.

"Run these prints and compare it to the print we pulled from the freezer, please."

"You got a suspect?"

"Yeah, she's cooling her heels with Cal and Tripp in interrogation room three," Speed answered.

"Okay, lets see what AFIS can tell us," Eric said scanning the print into the system then sitting back to wait for a result. Speed pushed off the doorway and walked over to his lover and leaned against Eric's chair. Eric smiled as he reached out a hand and pulled Speed down to him for a quick kiss before releasing him. The three of them didn't usually engage in public displays of affection in the middle of the lab but Eric couldn't help himself. They'd come to close to losing the sarcastic New Yorker. There attention was drawn to the computer as it beeped. Smiles came to both of their faces when they read the screen, match.

"Thanks, I've gotta nail someone's ass to the wall, see you in the parking lot?" Speed asked moving towards the door.

"Yeah, and H called he said court was running long so he'd meet us at home. I told him we'd cook dinner," Eric informed the other man.

"Sure," Speed answered as he turned and headed down the hall glad to have solved another case.

"Both were a match," Tim said as he walked back into the interrogation room papers in hand.

"So you want to tell us what happened now?" Frank asked.

"She'd been talking about how good Nathan was to her. What a good couple they made and my friends overheard her and told me. I'd overheard her telling one of her friends Diane that she was going to meet up with Nate later that night and try and convince him to get back together with her and leave me," the young woman explained.

"So that's when you decided she needed to be stopped?" Calleigh wondered.

"Yeah, the bitch needed to be stopped. All she was was a homewrecker. She got what she wanted no matter who it hurt just as long as it helped her. So I went to the freezer cause I'd seen her go in there to make sure things were like they were supposed to be we were closing that night and I had the bat we kept behind the counter if need be in my hand. I swear I wasn't going to hit her but she provoked me by saying she was better for Nathan and I was just something he was settling for and I snapped." She stopped talking at that point.

"What made you remove her body from the freezer?" Speed questioned.

"I hadn't meant to killer her but I knew she couldn't be left in the freezer so after making sure the coast was clear I came back and got her. That was when I realized she was dead. I dumped her on Biscayne then left and went straight home," she finished matter-of-factly.

"Get her out of here," Frank demanded. The officer who was standing at the door walked over and hauled Mikayla to her feet and pulled her from the room so she could be booked and placed in jail.

"The lengths some people go to to get even," Speed mused.

"Hath no fury like a woman scorned," Calleigh murmured.

"MMM hmm," Frank replied in agreement.

"Well I'm off for the night see yall tomorrow," Calleigh said as she turned to retrieve her belongings from the ballistics lab. The two men exchanged goodbyes with her and each other before heading in separate directions.

***

"Eric, Speed?" came Horatio's voice as he stepped into their house.

"We're in the kitchen," Speed called back. Smiling Horatio made his way to the kitchen ready to spend some quality time with his lovers. It had been a long day. He hated going to court but at least his testimony had helped the jury convict the killer.

"Hey, how was your day, H?" Eric questioned.

"Long, but the jury found him guilty so it was worth it," the redhead answered.

"That's good to hear," Eric replied.

"Yeah, how were both of your days?" Horatio asked.

"I caught up on all the fingerprint backlog," Eric said.

"Cal and I managed to solve the case of Laura Nelson the vic that was dumped on Biscayne," Speed told him.

"Who killed her?" Horatio wanted to know.

"It was one of her co-workers apparently Laura had cheated with this girl's boyfriend. She'd confronted her in the walkin-freezer and killed her then did the body dump," Speed explained.

"Hath no fury like a woman scorned," Horatio commented.

"That's what Calleigh said," Speed interjected.

"MMM, it smells good in here what are we having?" Horatio wondered.

"Tacos," Eric answered. Horatio smiled as he crossed the kitchen and pulled his two lovers into his arms and kissed them both. The kiss was heating up when the timer sounded letting the three in the kitchen know that dinner was ready. Reluctantly they pulled apart and went about setting the table and putting out the food before diving into the meal.

***

Calleigh was enjoying a nice walk on the beach. She liked to go to the beach to clear her head and relax. She was humming along to the current song playing on her iPod. She was listening to Trace Adkins Greatest Hits CD and was currently singing and swaying her hips along to "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk." She was so involved in the song that she didn't hear the footsteps come up behind her. She was enjoying the song and the feeling of the sunshine on her face as it began to set. A scream pierced the quiet night as someone grabbed her roughly from behind. Her cop instincts kicked in and she began to fight against her attacker.

"Stop fighting, Bitch," the man snarled in her ear. Calleigh could smell the alcohol on his breath. It was rolling off him in waves. Her stomach turned at the smell. It reminded her of the numerous times her father had gotten just a bit to rough her when she was a child and he had been drinking. Reaching out she scratched her attacker on the face drawing blood. This only managed to infuriate him even more and he slapped her savagely across the face with one hand as he yanked her hair with the other actually managing to pull out a few hairs. A few tears squeezed out of Calleigh's tightly closed eyes. The pain was so intense she couldn't help but whimper when he pulled her hair. Calleigh continued to fight but the attacker proved to be much stronger. Calleigh did her best to shut her mind off and remove herself from the experience as he violated her in the worst way possible. She opened her eyes determined to catalog every little thing about him so she could give the most accurate description to the guys. Finally he finished and stood up. Her skirt was bunched up around her hips and her shirt had been torn open. She remained still until she was sure he was gone before getting up and running painfully towards her house and her car. With shaking hands Calleigh started her car and drove to the people she needed most right now. She knew the guys would keep her safe and get her the necessary medical attention. She kept thinking about what her rapist looked like, sounded like, acted like, and smelled like all the way to her three friend's house. He wouldn't get away with this if she had anything to do with it.

***

Dinner had been eaten and the dishes done. Now the three men were watching whatever comedy show they'd landed on.

"TV shows are really going down hill," Speed complained.

"Yeah, I agree," Eric added. Horatio laughed at his lovers but couldn't help nodding in agreement. They continued to watch the show in companionable silence. The ringing of the doorbell took them all by surprise.

"I'll get it," Horatio said getting up from his spot on the couch and walking to the door.

"I wonder who it is?" Eric asked Speed as they continued to watch the show.

"I don't know," Speed replied just as curious. Calleigh stood shakily on the porch waiting on someone to open the door. She was so lost in her thoughts that she jumped when the door suddenly opened.

"Calleigh, sweetheart?" Horatio asked softly. The kindness of her boss's voice was the final straw and Calleigh began to cry. Her arms that had been crossed over her chest fell to her sides, revealing her torn shirt.

"Oh Horatio," she choked out. Gently Horatio reached out a hand but Calleigh stepped back.

"Cal?" he asked in concern.

"Don't touch me without gloves I'm evidence right now," she explained sadly. Horatio's heart dropped and anger simmered in his veins at what he thought she was implying. Using all of his will power he smoothed his face into a soft expression rather than the angry set of his jaw that had been visible just moments before. Calleigh visibly relaxed when she saw his face soften. This didn't go unnoticed by the redhead, confirming his suspicions.

"Come in, Cal," he said soothingly as he held the door open for her. Slowly she walked into the living room. Eric and Speed jumped up when they saw her but took a step back at the frightened look in her eyes.

"Take the couch, Cal," Eric invited.

"Thanks," she responded quietly.

"What happened, Calleigh?" Speed questioned gently.

"Can you call Alexx and have her come over, please? I only want to tell this once," she requested. Nodding Horatio picked up his cell phone and called Alexx.

"Hello?" Alexx answered.

"Alexx, it's Horatio, I need you to come to the house, please."

"Of course but why what's the matter, Horatio?"

"Calleigh's here and she's in pretty rough shape. She only wants to tell what happened once but she asked me to call you," he explained.

"I'll be there as soon as I can," the M.E promised.

"Thank you," Horatio said hanging up.

"She's on her way," Horatio told the group. The room descended into silence. Calleigh had started to shake and couldn't seem to stop. Eric reached out to touch her hand for comfort but she pulled her hand back. Eric did his best to try and hide his hurt but he didn't completely.

"It's not you, I'm evidence right now. I need to be processed so one of you needs your kit," Calleigh answered. Speed stood up and headed for the door.

"I'll get my kit out of the car," he said. Taking a moment to compose himself Tim opened the trunk of Eric's car and retrieved his kit. He caught the reflection of headlights as Alexx turned into the driveway. Quickly closing the trunk he turned to greet the mom of the team.

"Hey there, Timmy," she greeted.

"Hey, Alexx, she's inside," he said as he led the way to the door and into the house.

"Hi sugar, Horatio says you asked me to come over?" she asked kindly as she settled next to Calleigh on the couch.

"Yeah I did. I need to give a statement but only wanted to give it once. Horatio groaned he knew he'd forgotten to call Frank. It was as if Alexx could read his mind because she spoke up.

"Don't worry, H I called him and told him we would probably need him here to take an official statement and I saw him turning into the neighborhood just behind me," Alexx said just as the doorbell rang. Calleigh jumped at the sound even though she tried not to. Speed opened the door and ushered the detective inside closing and locking the door behind him. Calleigh gave him a small smile she knew he'd done that for her benefit and she couldn't be more thankful.

***

Once everyone was seated Calleigh took a deep breath and began her story.

"I was walking on the beach just listening to my iPod and enjoying the sunset. I was so absorbed in the music that I didn't register the steps behind me until it was too late," she began stopping to take in a calming breath.

"You go at your own pace we can take this as slowly as you need," the Texan told her gently. Calleigh gave him a small thankful smile. Frank was furiously jotting down notes as well as recording the conversation with Calleigh's permission.

"Then what happened?" Alexx asked.

"I fought back and scratched his face. I drew blood. He got really mad at me and slapped me viciously across the face then yanked my hair so hard he actually pulled some of it out. Then he held me down and raped me. He bunched my skirt up by my hips and tore my shirt. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was very drunk but still knew what he was doing," the ballistics expert concluded.

"Can you give us a description?" Frank questioned.

"Yes I can a very detailed one in fact. He has dirty blonde hair that's tangled and messy. His eyes are blue. His nose is slightly crooked as if it had been broken and not quite heeled properly and his lips were too big for his face." A short bitter laugh escaped the ballistics expert's mouth. She didn't know why that detail was funny to her, but for some reason it was. The others gave her small smiles in return helping her to continue her story.

"He's about 6'3"and appeared to have at least some muscle. He was wearing a pair of tattered jeans and a black T-shirt. The shirt had a picture of a skull and crossbones on it. He was wearing black sneakers. I think they were Converse. He smelled like alcohol and as if he was in need of a bath," she explained. His voice was rough and demanding," she finished her explanation.

"What about his build?" Eric wondered.

"He probably weighed around 190 pounds and had very large hands. He had calluses on his hands suggesting that he works with them on a regular basis."

"How old do you think he was, sweetheart?" Horatio asked softly.

"He looked about twenty-four or so I think," Calleigh answered.

"I'll get this description to a sketch artist and have them draw a sketch. Will you look at it to make sure it's right when they're done?" Frank requested. Calleigh nodded silently. Her shaking had gotten worse as she continued to talk. Alexx recognized the beginning signs of shock. Alexx glanced around trying to figure out where she could take Calleigh to process her and which one of the guys she would take for pictures and the collection of evidence. Noticing her looking around the room Horatio provided an answer to one of her questions.

"You can use our bedroom and the master bathroom."

"Thanks, Horatio," Alexx replied. The lieutenant addressed his next question to Calleigh.

"Who do you want to have Alexx help process?"

"None of us will be offended on who you choose," Eric spoke up.

"They're right, all that matters right now is you," Speed added softly.

"I want Eric," she answered. Nodding Eric pushed off from where he was leaning against the wall and moved slowly towards his best friend.

"Do you still have a change of clothes in your car for away cases?" Tim asked.

"Yeah," Calleigh said.

"I'll get them for you," he offered.

"Thanks," Calleigh said as she gave him a small smile. My cars unlocked I didn't think to lock it I just wanted to get here," she explained in embarrassment.

"That's understandable," Alexx said as she stood up. Following her lead Calleigh did the same and the two of them and Eric made their way slowly down the hall and into the master bedroom leaving Horatio and Frank sitting in silence in the living room.

"Don't worry we'll catch this SOB, Horatio," Frank swore.

"Yes we will, Frank," Horatio replied. "Yes we will."

***

"I'm going to take pictures first then you can go into the bathroom with Alexx so she can perform the rape kit. Then I'll need to get pictures of you with out your clothes on to go along with the others," Eric said.

"Okay," Calleigh replied woodenly. Nodding Eric picked up the camera and began taking photos of Calleigh's torn clothing and other noticeable injuries and bruises. Five minutes later he'd taken all the pictures he could take at the current time. Reaching into Tim's kit he pulled out a bag and handed it to Calleigh.

"Put your clothes in this," he reminded her. Calleigh nodded she knew what she had to do but she appreciated that Eric felt the need to remind her. She knew it was his way of trying to help.

"Come with me, baby," Alexx called as she walked into the bathroom with the necessary swabs and bindles for collecting the rape kit.

Tim knocked gently on the closed bedroom door.

"Come in," Eric called out. Tim walked into the room Calleigh's duffle bag slung over his left shoulder just as the bathroom door closed behind the two women. Walking over he knocked on it.

"I'm sitting your bag of clothes just outside the door then I'll go back into the living room to wait with Frank and H," he called through the door.

"Thanks, Speed," Calleigh called back.

"No problem," Speed responded as he placed the bag on the floor and turned to head back to the living room but nearly ran into Eric who was standing right behind him instead. Stopping in his tracks Speed looked up and into Eric's expressive eyes. He could see the anger, sorrow, and hurt battling for dominance in the other mans eyes. Wordlessly Speed pulled him into a hug.

"We'll get him and Calleigh will be okay eventually," Speed promised.

"I know but it makes me sick to think about what he did to her, to our Bullet Girl. She's a trained CSI and he got the best of her. I'm just thankful he didn't hurt her any worse or even kill her," Eric said softly.

"Yeah, but Calleigh gave as good as she got," Speed added. Eric nodded he knew Speed was right. "I'll see you in the living room," Speed said placing a kiss on Eric's mouth before heading out the door and back into the living room to wait with the others.

***

Everyone was gathered in the living room once again.

"I'll take the evidence to the lab and process it personally," Eric said as he grabbed his keys.

"It can wait until morning," Calleigh protested weakly.

"You know a defense lawyer would be all over us holding it for process until morning especially at the house where three crime lab employees live," Horatio reminded her.

"I know but you need your sleep, Eric," she argued looking at her friend.

"Sleep can wait your more important, Cal. I doubt any of us will sleep well until this perp is caught," Eric responded. Calleigh sighed but gave the assembled group a smile. She knew they cared more about her than they did themselves and while she loved that about them she worried about them all the same.

"Thank you," she said graceously. Momentarily placing the kit on the floor and pocketing his keys Eric moved over to where Calleigh was standing. Opening his arms Eric gave Calleigh an encouraging smile. Taking it for what it was meant as she stepped into his awaiting arms and allowed herself to be enveloped in a hug. The feeling of her best friend's arms around her gave Calleigh the ability to let go and cry for the injustice that had been done to her. Noticing that Calleigh's walls were crumbling Eric pulled her closer and began rocking back and forth trying to comfort her. The others moved in and made it a group hug. After a few minutes of crying Calleigh pulled back and looked up in embarrassment at Eric.

"Thanks, sorry for getting your shirt all snotty and teary," she apologized.

"Don't worry about it," Eric replied. "It's just a shirt it'll wash."

"Do you want to stay in our guest room tonight?" Horatio asked.

"I don't want to impose," Calleigh argued her southern nature shining through.

"You won't be imposing," Horatio assured her.

"Then yes I'd love to stay here tonight," Calleigh answered.

"It's settled, then, make yourself at home," Horatio told her. Calleigh nodded as she made her way slowly down the hall after bidding everyone a good night.

"I'll go to the lab and run this right now. I'll call you when I have something," Eric informed the group.

"Okay, are you sure you can process this objectively?" Horatio questioned. He didn't want the closeness Eric and Calleigh shared to affect his judgment.

"I'm sure, H," Eric responded. Nodding Horatio and Speed gave their younger lover a kiss before letting him go.

***

The house was quiet for the night. All the occupants' were sleeping. Eric had arrived home a few minutes before with the news that they had a match and that Frank would pick him up in the morning so he could ask Calleigh if she wanted to be in the observation room while the man was interrogated. A frightened scream startled the people in the house awake and the three of them ran for the guestroom where the sound had originated from. Calleigh was sitting up staring wide-eyed around the room. Her breathing was ragged and tears were falling down her cheeks.

"Cal?" Speed called.

"Sorry I woke you," she apologized.

"It's alright, do you need anything?" Horatio asked.

"A glass of water, maybe?"

"Of course I'll get it for you," Horatio replied. Tim and Eric stood awkwardly in the doorway not sure if Calleigh would object to them moving farther into the room. Noticing them for the first time she gestured for them to come into the room. Following her request they walked into the room and after getting a nod from the blonde they settled one on each side of her and put an arm around her. Sniffling Calleigh gave them a small smile. Reaching over to the table next to the bed Speed pulled a couple of tissues from the box and handed them to her.

"Here you go," he said.

"Thanks, Speed," she said.

"Your welcome," he said. Just then Horatio appeared with the cool glass of water. Taking it Calleigh drank it quickly.

"Thank you, Handsome."

"Your welcome, Beautiful. Do you think you can sleep now?" he asked soothingly.

"Yeah, but answer me one question first?" she requested.

"What?" Eric asked.

"Did you figure out who it was?"

"Yeah, Frank's going to pick him up in the morning. He wanted me to ask you if you want to be in the observation room when we interrogate him?" the Cuban-Russian CSI responded.

"I'm glad you know who did it and of course I want to be in the observation room," Calleigh answered as her eyes began to close.

"It's settled then you will be now get some sleep," Horatio commanded softly as he backed out the door turning off the light as he went. He saw Calleigh flinch when the light was turned off so he reached over and turned on the hall light. "So you can see to get to the bathroom," he explained not letting on to the fact that he'd seen her reaction to being in the dark.

"Thanks," she answered. The look on her face clearly saying she meant for leaving the other light on and not making a fuss about it.

"MMM hmm, night, Cal," he said as he beckoned the others into the hall.

"Night, yall," Calleigh replied before drifting off to sleep.

The interrogation the next morning was a success. The guy admitted to raping Calleigh after a bit of coercion from Frank and Horatio. Speed and Eric who were in the observation room with Calleigh smiled at her. Happily she returned the smile.

"I'm sure glad he's going to be punished for what he did," Calleigh mused.

"Yeah I agree," Speed said.

"Me, to," Eric added glad that Calleigh could recover with the knowledge that her rapist had been caught and would be punished.

***

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