Ready, Steady, Go

Disclaimer: This is no news, I don't own any of the characters portrayed in this fic, I just thought it would be funny to see it happen.

A/N: I was at work and I thought to myself, hmmm, this will be different... Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

She sat at the bar, trying vainly to ignore the pulsating music that was blaring around her. With the mood she was in, she wondered why she even ventured into this place tonight. She should've just stayed home. But , she knew if she would've done that, she would be alone, and alone was something she didn't want to be. Not with what she was contending with.

As she sipped her drink, she glanced over to the stage where the DJ was gyrating to the obnoxious bass line and thought to herself, There is no real music anymore. She didn't notice the man as he came up to her, grinning like he was in a perpetual state of laughter. Loser, she thought as she put the glass up to her mouth once more.

" I haven't seen you here before, you are new here," he said as he took his seat next to her. She continued to eye her glass and let a small smile play on her lips.

" Fabulous deduction there, sherlock," she replied as she finally took a gulp of the drink and then set the glass down.

" I'm Mark," he said still smiling.

Mark? How ironic is that, she thought as she turned to face him, " Hello , Mark."

" You wanna dance?"

" Not really in the mood tonight, Mark," she replied as she started to get up.

"C'mon, one dance would probably make your night," Mark said as he held out his hand.

For a moment, she pondered on taking it, thinking maybe this guy was right. But she decided at the last moment that she just wasn't into it.

" I'm sorry , Mark, but I really must be going," she said as she put on her best smile. Her wide brown eyes reflected the years of pain and sadness that she had gone through. " Thanks though."

She walked out of the club, with a feeling of heaviness, not knowing where to go next.

CSI

Tim tossed in his bed, unable to get to sleep. There was something that was bothering him, but he didn't want to dwell on it, he wanted to sleep. He had just come off of a double shift and his body was refusing to cooperate with him. He sat up in bed and cursed when he saw the clock.

" Two-thirty, fantastic," he grumbled as he snatched the covers off of him. If he couldn't get a decent night's sleep, then how good would he be at work?

Pulling on his lounge pants, he padded barefoot down the stairs and into the kitchen. He wasn't thirsty, but he thought that if he drank something, it would relax him. He pulled the slender amber bottle out and popped the top. Before he could get the bottle to his mouth, he heard his cell phone ringing up in his room. He sighed heavily and put the bottle down. He knew exactly what this was. He reached the cell on it's fourth ring.

" Speedle," he exhaled into the small device.

" Speed, there's a DB on Collins, and I need your help with it," a voice said softly.

Tim rubbed his eyes and spoke again, " H, I just got off of a double. What's wrong with the night shift?"

" They are short handed tonight, and requested our help."

" I expect to get something out of this," Tim said as he walked to his closet. He flipped the light on and picked out a black t-shirt and jeans.

" I'll make sure that you get your vacation , Speed. We are at Thirteenth and Collins," Horatio said.

" Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes," Tim said as he flipped the phone down. It's a good thing that I didn't fall asleep, he thought as he went into the bathroom. In less than five minutes, he was dressed and out the door, into the coolness of the early Miami morning.

CSI

Horatio knelt down to the body and looked it over. Her short brown hair had been tousled thoroughly and he saw scratch marks on her arms as well as on her hands. She didn't look any older than thirty, which made her too young to be lying out her in this parking lot, dead. He saw as Alexx set her case down and began her preliminary. Silence was abound as she opened her eyes and looked into them, then swivelled the head around to see a very nasty cut on her neck. She then took a thermometer and gently pushed it into her side. Alexx continued to look her over and found a wallet. When the thermometer finished, Alexx pulled it out and looked at it.

" Alexx, TOD?"

" This girl's temp says that she just expired and hour , maybe two ago."

" What happened to her?"

" Well, she had a puncture wound on the left side of her neck, and from the amount of blood that is on the ground, I'd say that the killer severed her jugular. She bled out within five minutes. I also see scratches on her arms as well as he hands, which says to me that she was trying to protect herself."

" Any id?" Horatio asked as he glanced at her face. It seemed like the sadness was etched into her, even in death.

" Yeah, a wallet," Alexx said as she flipped it open, " Deb Marins."

Horatio took the wallet from Alexx and riffled through it, seeing that the money and credit cards were still there.

" Well , it wasn't a robbery. Her money's still there as well as her credit cards."

" Maybe someone she knew?" Alexx said as she continued to analyze.

" Could be. Anything that suggest this was sexual?"

" Her pants are undone slightly, but I won't know until I get her back," Alexx replied as she looked up to see Tim walking slowly. When he came to her, she smiled lightly. " Well good morning, Timmy."

" Good morning?" he asked almost a little irritated. How could she be in such a good mood this early in the morning.

" I see someone didn't get any sleep."

" No, not really," Tim replied as he softened his tone. He knew that Alexx was just being herself. " What do we have?"

" A female DB approximately thirty, bled out from wound on her neck," Horatio stated as he got up.

" Anything for me?" Tim asked as he put his camera to his eye and began to snap pictures.

" Found something under her nails, could be from her attacker," Alexx said as she put the girl's hand back down. " I'll get to you as soon as I post her. There's also some stains on her jacket and pants."

" I'll get them," Tim said as he paused to see a white card near her head, " Horatio, what's that?"

Horatio moved to where Tim had pointed and picked it up with his gloved hand, " It's a business card. Empire Records, New York. The name says Joe Riche."

" Well that sounds like a place to start," Tim said as he continued to take pictures.

" I'll get in contact with this Joe Riche and see if he knows this young lady. Speed, bag and tag anything else you come across. I'm going to see if Deb had any family. Alexx, page me with anything else," Horatio said as he turned to walk to his Hummer.

Tim looked at Alexx as she nodded and finished up, " There's an awful lot of blood here Alexx. You sure there was just one wound?"

" A jugular hit can produce insane amounts of blood , Timmy. It takes seconds for someone to bleed out, even if they try to apply pressure. It's one of those things that you just don't want happening to you," Alexx said as she covered the body, then motioned for the body haulers to come over. " See you at the post?"

" I'll be there with bells on," Tim said as he got up and walked the perimeter. He noticed that there wasn't much to collect. " If you wait a minute, I could hitch a ride with you."

Alexx chuckled lightly as she followed the body to the coroner's van. Leave it to Timmy to say something to lightenthe mood.

CSI

He opened the doors to the building, feeling the heat of the Miami sun as it beat down on his back, making the leather jacket that he was wearing unbearable. He ignored it, and walked with intensity to the receptionist's desk and stood there silently as the officer talked on the phone. He rubbed his eyes, hard, trying to wrap his head around why he was here in Miami and not home in New York. A phone callearly in the morning, had sent him on a plane, down to the sunny locale. How he wished that he didn't have to be here for this.

" Can I help... ." the officer said as she looked up from scribbling something on a piece of paper. She stared at him for the longest time, as if trying to understand something.

" You?" hefinished softly. She continued to stare at him and he furrowed his brow at her, " Ma'am is there a problem?"

" Wha- Oh, I'm sorry, it's just that you look like someone I know. Could I help you?" Paula asked as she gathered herself.

" Someone called me about a woman, Deborah Marins. I'm here to identify her," he said almost sadly.

" Could you hold on for just one moment, Mr..."

" Lucas, Lucas Bishop," he said looking up at the ceiling then around him.

Paula nodded and picked up the phone, " Yes, Horatio, this is Paula. There's someone here to see about Deborah Marins. Okay, I'll tell him."

Lucas gave her a smile as she placed the phone down and gestured to the sitting area, " You can have a seat right there. Lieutenant Caine will be right down."

" Thank you,... Paula," Lucas said as he winked at her. He walked to the sitting area and sat down, watching the people as they went in and out the doors. Seconds later, he felt a rough hand on his shoulder and he turned around quickly.

" Speed, what are you doing down here when we have so much work to do at the lab?" the tall cuban said.

" I'm sorry, but you have the wrong guy," Lucas said as he eyed the badge on his belt buckle.

" Come off it, Speed. I really would like to go home tonight," the cuban replied.

" Look man ,I said that you have the wrong guy."

Th cuban looked as if he was losing patience with him, but Lucas stood his ground, he had been in worse situations before.

" What's with you today, Speed?"

" Who is Speed? My name is Lucas Bishop," Lucas said as he felt his temper rising. He had enough of this.

Before it could escalate any further, a red head walked over quickly to them with a look of surprise on his face. Lucas wondered just what the hell they were drinking this early in the morning.

"Eric, Eric, this is Lucas Bishop, he's here to identify the victim at the club," the red haired man said gently.

Eric let Lucas go and felt a cheap look surface on his face, " Oh man, I'm sorry. It's just that you look just like someone I know."

" I've noticed," Lucas said as he straightened his jacket and glared at him. These had to be the weirdest people he'd ever encountered, well not the weirdest.

" Mr. Bishop, I apologize for my CSI's behavior, I'm Lieutenant Horatio Caine," Horatio said extending his hand.

Lucas took it and glanced around at the people that were walking around. He saw the stares that he was getting and wondered if they all were drunk this morning.

" Is there something wrong with me? Do I have something on my face? Why does everyone keep staring at me?" Lucas said as he turned his back to them and looked out of the huge window, barely paying attention to them any more.

" You bear striking resemblance to another one of my CSIs," Horatio said as he saw Tim get off of the elevator and walk over to the desk. Paula pointed to them and was talking animatedly to him. " Matter of fact , there he is right now."

" These windows are ridiculously large, what is the need of having them? Can't you see the same thing with regular windows?" Lucas said as he heard someone else come up to them. Lucas wondered if he was going to have to go through this with them all day.

" Hey H, Paula said there was someone I needed to see," Tim said as he walked up to them.

Lucas turned around and came face to face with him, and felt a huge smile creep on his face, "Tim?"

" Lucas? What are you doing here?" Tim asked as he took the man into a hug. Eric and Horatio stood back and watched, it was obvious that he knew this guy.

" I came here for Deborah. Your lieutenant here called me at three thirty this morning. I got on the next flight and here I am."

" I'm sorry about that . Did you know her well?"

" We worked together at Empire Records until she went back to school. We kept in touch, but then about three years ago, she stopped calling. I thought that she had left the country or something."

" We'll find out what happened to her Lucas. First I want to you to meet my friend Eric Delko," Tim said as he turned to Horatio and Eric.

" I think we have already met, " Eric said as he extended his hand.

"Delko, Horatio, this is Lucas. He's my cousin."

Horatio and Eric looked at each other and then to them in awe. This was truly going to be interesting.

TBC...?

A/N: I had this insane notion when I was at work today. Love to know what you all think about it. Oh and Lucas' last name is the only one I know, solely cause I heard it on the movie. So the other characters last names are going to be totally made up...