Calleigh Csi: Miami Novels & Stories

He went straight to the point and asked the whereabouts of his prey. “[Oh~..Hello Mr.Reyes….Where is Mr.Kennard?…he’s with us..down here at the station…we are currently investigating his case…]”. (Chief Carrie) To Jonathan Reyes cold and proud voice, Chief Carrie voices didn’t even falter and instead she answered in a straight forward manner, but her tone signifies that she treated this call just like any other phone call that comes through her office. “What do you mean under investigation?…That is my men…I want his released right now..and deliver him to my office…”. (Jonathan Reyes)

he urge "We will" she dropped the call. "Guys I think we have a big issue on the ground, this is the third person calling '234' for the murder of one Camille, at one Lawson street" she said to her fellow mate as soon as she dropped the call "Me too, dispatch has already been sent to the said address" her colleagues said to her, and she nodded her head waiting for another call. Mike dropped the phone while his friends who had been pacing up and down anxiously while waiting for him to end his call with 234 stopped their pacing to look at him.

Knowing it could only be his younger brother, he raised his head and was about to lash out at him but Colton ended up swallowing his words when he saw the worried look on Caleb's face. At that moment, Colt knew that something was wrong. You hardly see Caleb with a sad or worried expression and when that occurs, it only meant that something had happened. Colton rose to his feet. "Where the hell did you put your phone? Everyone has been trying to reach you!" Caleb scolded. "Everyone?" Colton frowned, searching for his phone on the desk. "Yes!!! I got a call from Hailey some minutes ago! Mia had an accident. She has been rushed to the family hospital"

Callie tried to yell just as the crime lord was pushed to the ground, but no sound came out. She had to get out, but her seatbelt was stuck. She glanced over at Vin one more time, just in time for a man to walk out of one of the black cars. This night was simply a rollercoaster of emotions. Fear, surprise, terror, and now, horror filled her body as recognition filtered in. That man was Cullen Reich. Vin and his team had been running around searching for this man, and here he was, striding up to the beaten Baros mafia boss.

Mia whispers into the kiss since she was the one facing the stairs “What about his hands?” Carl asks “Bare” Mia says looking at the hand of the culprit “Good” Carl says and disengages from the kiss “He's gone” Mia says and ran up the stairs like she did in the last chapter but was for a good reason Carl picked his phone and called his Other Friend, Mark who worked in The Forensics lab in an hospital “We caught him” he says smirking “I Got It” Mia says rushing downstairs with a cello tape in her hand which she had used to get the Culprit finger print

It’s only when reality comes crashing back a heartbeat later that I grasp the finality of the silence. Callum is dead. I’m a forensic analyst, but I was trained at the CIA. I’m not supposed to be thrown by violence. I’ve seen the photos of Gina’s crime scene; I’ve seen the ledger of death the Crimson Dragons have written across New York. Yet this is different—I can only blink and stare, completely shaken to my core. One moment Callum was kneeling right next to me, mouthing off to Tess and the guards with that arrogant, sacrificial grin. And now… now he has a hole in his head where his smirk used to be.

Jonathan must have hanged her face up for all of the US to see. "I go by Alyssa now.” She closed the space between them. “But it seems I've become quite the celebrity, I like it." "Callum fucking Brady.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Of all the men in the force, that asshole was the last person I'd think would come to your rescue." "You must not know your partner then, and it seems to go both ways." She nodded to Callum’s files still in his clutches. "Come now," He tsked. "The entire American underworld is about to be a shit storm, the CIA along with it. The only thing I can do is make sure I’m on the winning side. You should’ve been here too.”

theo pulls me down from the stool and we crouch down observing what's happening. People are randomly shooting at each other, others taking cover while others rush out of the room. It becomes messy with dead bodies dropping and screams filling the room. "Shit. It's boss" Theo says already standing up but I hold him back down. "What about carl? "The Russians are here. He killed their capo remember?" Oh shit. "Where is he?" I ask worriedly looking among the crowd. "He was..." he looks around " oh shit..let's go"

*Sunday | 6:00am | The Call* Elena was awake before her alarm. She hadn’t slept. Her phone rang. Unknown number. Elena said, “Hello?” Agent Cole said, “Ms. Carter. We need you to come down to the precinct. We have something.” Elena said, “What kind of something?” Agent Cole said, “The police file. It’s ready.” He hung up. --- *Sunday | 7:30am | 9th Precinct*

“There is no disruption to the company’s work.” The assistant hesitated for a moment. “And the journalists downstairs?” Sarah’s expression hardened slightly. “They can wait,” she said simply. Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Magnus stood near the window of his apartment, staring down at the street below while holding his phone. The morning had barely begun when the call came. The number displayed on his screen belonged to someone he had spoken to only once before. Inspector Caleb Pierce. Magnus answered the call calmly. “Magnus Hale speaking.”