He stood, hands on his hips, staring out past the ocean and into the sunset. The case bothered him. Not just because they couldn't find the guy, or girl, but because it bothered Calleigh.

Calleigh Duquesne was a hard person to bother. So when a case got to her, you knew it was bad. And this one? It was bad.

Five two year old children had been found at a daycare center with their throats slit. If that wasn't bad enough, the killer had made a video of it. Actually, he had made six videos of it.

One went to Stacey Brenderman's mother and father.

The second went to Kevin Holder's single mother.

The third went to Lisa Mater's grandfather.

The fourth went to Gregory Froqui's aunt and uncle.

The fifth went to the orphanage where Tracy Littleman had been held.

And the sixth copy? The killer kept for himself. So he could watch himself kill the children over and over again.

Sick bastard.

Horatio shook his head and turned around,. becoming slightly startled when he saw Calleigh herself sitting on the hood of his hummer, blonde hair blowing in the slight Miami breeze, staring him right in the eye. He walked over to her and provided her a small smile.

"Hey," he said in a deep and sincere voice.

"Hey," she said back with a smile. She sniffed lightly, causing his eyebrows to knit. He didn't ask her if she was ok, that would be a dumb question. He tilted his head to her in a silent question, and she scooted over so he could climb onto the hood with her. She sniffed again, but this time tears fell through the brick walls she had put up. He didn't offer words, he just wrapped his arms around her and laid her head on his chest. Resting his chin lightly on her head, he rubbed her back.

No words were needed. They knew each other well enough that they could read the silence.

After about half an hour, Horatio felt her shiver. He realized she was wearing a tank top, and the temperature had dropped quite a bit since they had first arrived.

"Come on," he whispered to her. She picked up her head as she nodded, her tears long gone and dried. He held open the passenger side door as she climbed inside, then after shutting it he climbed in his own side and started the car. She didn't ask where they were going, she thought she already knew. The car ride was silent, except for the occasional hum of a car as it passed. The silence bugged Horatio. He wanted to speak, but wasn't sure of her current mental state, so he left it alone.

When they pulled into her driveway, she climbed out and went up the stairs to her door. She wasn't at all surprised that Horatio followed her, or at least if she was she didn't show it. Opening the door, she let them both inside.

"Coffee?" she offered. She turned to look at him, and almost flinched when she saw that he was regarding her with sympathetic eyes.

"Sure," he whispered with a smile. She walked into the kitchen and started the coffee maker. It should only take about 10 minutes, but in the meantime they would have to make small talk.

Crap.