This one gets kind of really random in the last part, but don't blame me! Blame the (necessary) three cans of Venom I had in the past hour. : )

I'm living up to my reputation as resident Hyper Beam, so that explains most of this stuff. I dunno. To give you a hint as to how insanely hyper I am, it took a half hour to finally get this down and edited properly, and I'm a speed demon when it comes to typing. My fingers moved too fast! I'd much rather be typing this in Romanian, by the way, but since there isn't an option for that on here yet... I'll make due with English :). As usual, I own nothing publicly recognizable and I heart reviews (and smiley faces!!!). Enjoy the aftermath of my three days without sleep and three cans of energy juice to make up for it. ANYWAY! READ ON PEEPZILZ! ~Callum!~

Cal bit his lip as the receptionist- Miss Janet Brovach- at Mike's school asked what he needed.

"Um, I'm here for Michael Flint." Miss Brovach frowned as she looked at the screen on her laptop.

"Is the early dismissal scheduled?" Cal shook his head, not wanting to say why he was there out loud. "I'm sorry; it says here that the only people allowed to pull Michael out early are-"

"Marcus and Benjamin Flint, I know. Here's the deal, though. Mike's my little brother," sort of, "and Marcus and Benjamin Flint died earlier this morning." The words were bitter on Callum's tongue.

"Oh my," Miss Brovach said with a gasp, covering her mouth. "Hold on just a moment, okay?" Cal nodded and sat in one of the three uncomfortable chairs lined up against the nearest wall. A few minutes later, an eight-year-old boy with light blond hair and green eyes walked into the office, looking confused until he saw Cal.

"Cal! How come you're here?" Cal pouted, making an effort to put on a happy face for Mike's sake.

"What, you don't want to see me? Alright, then, Mikey, I'll just go…" Cal stood up and took a step towards the door, but Mike grabbed his hand to stop him.

"No! I wanted to know why you're here instead of Uncle Benji." Callum swallowed hard and wrote his name on the sign-out sheet.

"I wanted to pick you up early. Come on, Marisol's waiting for us."

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Eric sighed lightly as he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He knew that Cal wouldn't be able to sleep, but felt the need to check it out just in case. He made his way to the kitchen where Cal was sitting at the table with a pencil in his left hand. His eyes were rimmed in red and his hair was messy, but all that Callum seemed to care about was getting the image from his head onto the paper. He didn't even look up when Eric sat down next to him, he just kept on drawing. Finally, he set the pencil down and rubbed his tired eyes, content with what he had drawn.

"That's the guy. I'm sure of it." The drawing depicted a tall man with a gun in his hand wearing a light wife beater that clung to a muscled torso and baggy jeans. He wore glasses, but they were somewhat hidden by a shag of dark hair. Two things really stood out, though. The first was a scar that stretched across the man's left shoulder, and the other was a tattoo of a Chinese character his right wrist.

"What's that symbol mean?" Eric asked quietly, pointing to the tattoo. Cal studied it for a moment.

"Ironically enough, it means peace. Would this help at all to find the guy that killed them?"

"Yeah, that would help a lot. Are you sure this is the guy?"

"That was the guy in my dream. Dreams are your subconscious, so I was probably dreaming of the right things." Cal sighed and ran a hand through his light hair. "There's one thing that feels off, though. The guy was on a motorcycle, right? So why wasn't he wearing a jacket?" Eric wrote 'JACKET?' underneath the drawing and underlined it twice.

"We'll ask ourselves that in the morning, okay? Right now, I think you should go back to sleep. You've had a long day." Cal nodded and went back to the couch. He knew that the next day would be just as long, if not longer. On the plus side, he'd be at the crime lab with Eric because he hated being by himself. That meant he got the rare opportunity to wreak havoc on fresh bait, as he would have put it.

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Two days later in the Crime Lab hallway

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"Are those… Are you wearing H's sunglasses, Cal?" Callum grinned.

"They look better on me." Eric raised his eyebrows as a not-very-pleased Lieutenant Caine walked into the hallway. "I got bored. I wanted to piss someone off and H suddenly became a very good target."

"You're going to get yourself shot at, Callum Mantreux." He shrugged.

"Probably. But getting shot at is better than being shot, yeah?" Horatio saw Cal and immediately started for where he and Eric were standing. "Gotta go!" he called over his shoulder as he dashed off.

"Eric," H began, staring after the fleeing teenager. "Why is Callum wearing my glasses?" Something in the lieutenant's voice hinted that he was mildly amused, but he didn't look very pleased.

"Oh, apparently he was bored."

"So he stole my sunglasses?" Eric shrugged, not wanting to delve into the mind of a strange teenager.

"He said that they look better on him." H shook his head, rolled his eyes, and walked away.

"Am I now the dummy at target practice?" Cal asked, popping up out of nowhere. Eric jumped a foot into the air (figuratively, although it would be very funny to watch if it was literally).

"Whoa, where'd you come from?"

Callum put on his most serious expression, which made Eric feel slightly uneasy. "Haven't we had this talk before?"

"What talk?" Cal sighed.

"When a mommy and a daddy get very drunk-"

"They hug in this special kind of way!" Ryan finished, popping up on Eric's other side. "Why do they have to be drunk?" Cal got a mischievous glint in his eyes. The chance was too good to pass up.

"Have you seen your parents? They'd have to be absolutely wasted. Didn't you ever wonder why you're an only child?" This cause Ryan to pout childishly while Eric, Calleigh, Valera, and Cooper were all suddenly laughing at him. "You walked right into that one, Wolfe."