A/N: Rebekah Mayers is the only character I own. The rest of the characters do not belong to me, they belong to those who created CSI:Miami. I've never posted anything on FF before, so I am a wee bit nervous about it. Please let me know what you think. :-) There are no pairings in this fic, and it will be very similar to the format of a CSI:Miami episode.

Shards Of Glass

Chapter 1

Six months.

Six months wasn't a long time when it came to working in the Miami Dade Crime Lab.

Rebekah Mayers knew this every single day. As a Level 1 lab technician working with biologicals, she found there were procedures and processes to learn for almost every case she was involved in. She worked closely with the other techs to make sure she never missed anything, and when she did, she wanted to know how not to miss it in the future.

A slimly-built young woman with dark eyes and hair, Rebekah was soft-spoken, polite, and rarely took the elevator.

"Why take the elevator when I have two legs to use the stairs?" It was a quirk that most of her co-workers enjoyed teasing her about.

"Yeah, well I'm not lugging this heavy box of evidence up a few flights of stairs." Eric Delko called out, just before the elevator doors closed.

Rebekah grinned and pushed open the door to the stairwell. She arrived at her floor at about the same time Delko did, and she flashed another grin in his direction as she walked down the hallway.

Delko rolled his eyes before heading inside the trace evidence lab.

"Ms. Mayers." Horatio Caine silently walked into the DNA lab. "I have some samples from the Perkins case that I need you to run ASAP, please."

"Sure, no problem, Lieutenant." She replied, quickly donning her white lab coat and giving a quick smile to Maxine Valera, who was all ready hard at work.

"Thank you." Horatio replied as he walked out.

There were large boxed containing evidence envelopes waiting to be processed sitting inside a locked cabinet. Each box of evidence was alphabetized by case name and had to be signed out any time someone worked on a piece of evidence. Organization and documentation was critical in the crime lab so that everyone knew where evidence was and who was working on it at any given time.

Rebekah was used to walking in the door and having to start working samples right away. She found there was almost no downtime during her shifts, as there was always another case she could be helping with. It made her 9 hour days fly by.

She made it a priority to process the swabs that Horatio had requested. Taking her time, Rebekah worked meticulously to make sure the results would not be tainted in any way. Processing DNA from collection swabs was something she had learned early on, so she happily went about her work without needing to be supervised. She paged Horatio as soon as she had the results.

"What have you got for me?" He asked.

"The DNA sample taken from Sam Perkins matches the semen found on the victim." Rebekah handed Horatio the printout results so he could take a look at them.

He studied the page for a few moments and then handed it back to her. "Good work, Ms. Mayers, thank you."

Rebekah flashed him a smile, "You're welcome."

"Any more surprises from the boyfriend?" Horatio asked. He always seemed to know tidbits of information about his employees, even though he didn't participate in office gossip or rumor mills.

Bryan Drake, Rebekah's boyfriend, had a periodic habit of blindfolding her once she got into her car. He often presented her with a random gift or took her out to dinner after her shift. Blindfolding her added to the element of surprise, and she always knew it was him as soon as the soft fabric covered her eyes.

"Not for awhile." She replied, "We're kind of going through a bad patch right now."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Horatio said, his tone genuine as always.

Rebekah shrugged her shoulders, forcing a smile of appreciation. "I should head home." She said after a few moments of silence.

"Be careful on those stairs and I'll see you tomorrow, ma'am." Horatio said as he turned to leave the lab.

She chuckled softly as she began to gather her things to leave. The week before, Horatio had been in the stairwell when Rebekah had missed a step in her haste to get downstairs. She wound up sliding down the last four steps on her behind. Luckily she had worn pants that day, otherwise she would have been much more embarrassed about mowing over her boss.

Rebekah grabbed her purse from her locker and then took the stairs down to her car in the parking garage. Unlocking the driver's side door, she climbed inside the vehicle and got situated behind the steering wheel. A black blindfold was placed over her eyes when she leaned her head back against the headrest.

A warm smile crossed her face, "Hi Sweetie."

There was no answer.

"Bryan?" She asked.

Still no answer.

"Hello?" She asked, a bit more tentatively.

Rebekah didn't become alarmed until two hands roughly grabbed her, dragging her between the front seats of her SUV and into the back.