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The Miami sun beat down on the pavement making waves of heat shimmer up from the concrete and promising that the day would be hot. It was a big change from the night before when the skies had opened up and a heavy rain had drenched the entire city of Miami.

Horatio Caine stood in the middle of a large home in Miami-Dade county. The architecture was very modern with stainless steel and glass replacing the usual wood and white plastic. In the living room there was one entire wall dedicated to music. Guitars hung from hooks in the wall and the book shelf was entirely filled with CDs, a couple records and a record player. An full entertainment system took centre stage with the furniture arranged around it.

The glass coffee table between the couch and the television was broken and a man lying face down in the middle of the glass and wood. It was Greg Jennings; a Assistant District Attorney in the District Attorney’s office. Jennings was one of the more successful ADA's that had come around recently. His conviction rate was high and he was well respected in the department for doing all he could to get the murders and rapists convicted for highest sentence available. And now he was dead.

“Alexx, what do we got?” Horatio asked glancing down at the dark-skinned M.E, who was just beginning to examine Jennings's body.

“Two gunshot wounds to the back, very close together.” Alexx said probing the wounds with gloved fingers.

“What about that third bullet wound, Alexx?” Horatio asked, his quick eye catching the discrepancy.

A frown started on Dr. Alexx Wood's forehead as she moved hair aside to get a better look at the bullet wound. “It looks like this one was delivered close range. After the two in his chest.” Alexx said in astonishment. She looked up at Horatio. “It just wasn't enough to shoot him in the back; they had to shoot him in the head too.”

“That sounds like a professional hit, Alexx.” Horatio replied. “That means we're not looking for a ordinary killer.”

“Well the bullets are still inside of him, so that should make your job a whole lot easier.” Alexx said glancing over the body. “I'll get them to Calleigh as soon as I dig them out of him.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Horatio said in parting as Alexx stood up to let her staff take the body. He looked up and turned slightly towards door as the rest of his team entered.

“You're late, gentlemen.” Horatio gently reprimanded Eric Delko and Tim Speedle as they walked into the room gawking at the size of the house.

“Sorry, H.” Speed apologized, lowering his gaze to meet Horatio's. “We got caught in traffic.” He shoot a look at Delko which clearly said exactly what he thought of his colleague’s driving skills.

All three of them watched as Alexx took the body out the double doors.

“Whose the victim?” Eric asked.

“Greg Jennings.” Horatio replied. “He was an assistant district attorney; we're treating this like one of our own.”

“He was good.” Speed commented. “Never let a perp walk.”

Horatio looked over his CSI’s. They both were wearing dark slacks and Speed was wearing a dark shirt, but Delko had opted for a lighter, bluer shirt then his colleague. While they had been talking, the sliding glass door behind Horatio had slide open noiselessly. None of the three men had heard it.

“Bang.”

Delko and Speedle both started at the voice and turned rather quickly. Horatio, knowing that someone else had been there, didn't even flinch as he turned to face the speaker.

CSI Alana Cooper was kneeling on the patio, pointing at Horatio with her gloved hand shaped into a gun. Alana was an athletic young woman who had joined Horatio’s team three months earlier acting as temporary replacement for Megan Donner. Her dark hair was pulled back into a braid and she wore black pants and a blue dress shirt. Unknowingly, her clothing choice matched her boss's this morning.

“Jeez, Coop!” Delko exclaimed.

“What are you doing out there?” Speedle asked in annoyance. “Trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Retracing the killer's footsteps actually.” Alana replied lowering her hand. “You know; doing my job like I'm supposed to.” There was insinuations in her tone.

“Did the killer tell you anything?” Speed asked ignoring her insinuations.

“Always have to deflect like that, Speedle?” Alana teased.

“Always have to scare people like that, Cooper?” Speed shot back.

“People, time is of the essence.” Horatio said interrupting the banter. The quiet order sent his CSI’s back into professionalism.

Finish the story on ao3; CSI: Miami - Targeted

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they were absolutely diabolically sick for this

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