Dean/Calleigh - Good People (5/?)
Fandom: Supernatural/CSI: Miami
Title: Good People (5/?)
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Calleigh Duquesne, Sam Winchester, Eric Delko, Ryan Wolfe
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Calleigh, Ryan and Sam go back to the scene to see if they can find out anything else.
Author's Note: This is shorter than the other ones, but this seemed like a natural place to end it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or CSI: Miami. They're owned by CBS and the CW. However, all original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Calleigh smiled when she came up the stairs and found that the kappa had settled itself on Sam’s shoulders, and was busy playing with his hair. “Looks like you made a friend,” she commented and Sam laughed.
“Yeah, me and Bruce are getting along pretty well.”
“You named it?” Calleigh laughed.
“Well, I didn’t want to keep calling him ‘it,’” Sam replied, “And he looked like a Bruce.” He looked up at her, then looked confused, “Where’s Dean?”
“He made a friend, too. I didn’t want to take him away so soon.”
Sam could hear the tense tone of her voice, and suddenly looked uncomfortable, “If this is about him not telling me-”
“Sam, this is about so many different things, I wouldn’t even know where to begin to explain,” she said with a smile, “But right now we’ve got bigger things to worry about. Do you know where Eric went?”
“Officer Delko?” he frowned, “He and Officer Wolfe went to go over some of the evidence from the case. See if they have anything that could tell us where the other kappa may have gone.”
“They tell you to call them ‘Officer’?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied.
“Why are you putting up with it?”
“Hey-that would be Dean who would mouth off like that,” Sam said with a smirk, “I’m just keepin’ my nose clean.”
Calleigh rolled her eyes, “Let me just talk with them for a second, see where we are, and then we’ll head out again.”
“Sounds good,” Sam nodded, before the little guy yanked especially hard on his hair, bringing his attention back to the animal on his shoulders.
***
Eric looked up when Calleigh came in and gave her a nod, “Winchester still in his cell?”
“Maybe,” she replied, “Why would you think that?”
“Because you didn’t look happy when you were heading down there,” he said, and she just gave him a look before turning to the crime scene photos in front of him.
“These the perimeter shots?” she asked.
“Yup,” he replied, “So far I haven’t found anything that would indicate to your bigger friend was on the scene.”
“Well, that little guy definitely couldn’t have done it all on his own,” Calleigh sighed, “There had to have been another one there.”
They drifted off into silence for a second, before Eric spoke up again, “Ever gonna tell Wolfe, Calleigh?”
“Tell him about what?”
“New Orleans.”
Calleigh paused for a moment, “Not unless I have to. I don’t feel its-necessary for him to know.”
“You told me,” Eric said, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but you had also seen a lot more than he had. Specifically, watch me exorcise a demon from our murder suspect after he had thrown you twenty feet without even touching you.”
Eric paused for a minute before responding, “So you wouldn’t have told me?”
“Not if it couldn’t be helped,” Calleigh sighed, before looking up at him, “Honestly, Eric, if you hadn’t seen that, would you have believed me?”
“I would have thought you were pretty crazy,” he conceded.
“I’ll tell him if he needs to know,” she sighed, “Other than that, it’s not worth the hassle he’d give me.” She then tilted her head slightly, “What does this look like to you?”
Eric spun the picture around to face him, and frowned, “Tire treads. Natalia photographed them at the scene; we were thinking that maybe that was the car the killer used to get away.”
“Did you figure out what the tires were?” she asked.
“Yeah, shouldn’t be too hard,” Eric replied, “Mud from the swamp left a pretty decent impression. I’ll start running it against known tread marks.”
“Thanks Eric,” she nodded, “I’m gonna go back to the scene, see if they’re still there.”
“Hey, take Wolfe,” Delko said, looking up from the pictures.
“Why?” Calleigh frowned.
“Because if you don’t, he’ll be pulling your friend Dean out for a ‘friendly chat,’” he said with a smirk, and Calleigh rolled her eyes.
“Alright, I’ll take him,” she sighed, “But if his body is somehow found in the swamp, I’m blaming it on you.”
“Sure you are,” Eric grinned as she disappeared.
***
“What are we looking for?” Sam asked, the kappa still sitting on his shoulders.
“You’re the forensic student,” Ryan replied, giving him a look, “You tell me.”
Sam gave Calleigh a look behind the man’s back, and she shook her head.
“Well, I was figuring that you guys had been to the crime scene already, gone over it, photographed and collected everything you could, so we were coming back to have a look at something specific,” Sam sighed.
Ryan glanced back at him again, before continuing to walk forward, “Tire treads one of the CSIs photographed at the scene.”
Sam nodded, before angling his eyes at the ground. Calleigh inched over to him. “I didn’t think a hunter would be a crime show buff.”
“I’m not,” Sam replied, “But I was pre-law at Stanford.”
“Stanford,” Calleigh nodded, “Why’d you leave?”
“I-was going through some stuff,” Sam replied, deciding to leave it at that, not sure how much Dean wanted him to tell.
“I understand,” she nodded, “Don’t worry about it.” She turned to look for Ryan again, and frowned when she saw that he had stopped in front of a blue pick-up truck. “What’s that truck doing on the scene?”
“It’s also sitting in our tire tracks,” Ryan said, giving her an annoyed smile.
“Well, are they a match?” she smirked, and he chuckled slightly
“Looks like it,” he said, crouching down next to the wheel, “Who would return to the scene of the crime like this?”
“You would if you left something behind,” Calleigh sighed, turning back to look at Sam where he was still struggling with Bruce. “This may have been caused by people after all.”
“You’re thinking that someone unleashed the kappa on this family for some reason?” Ryan sighed, and Calleigh nodded.
“And used the baby as bait,” she sighed, and then glanced back to where Sam and Bruce were standing. They were out of view enough that whoever owned the truck probably wouldn’t see them on first glance. “Let’s see who owns the truck, shall we?”
Ryan nodded starting to walk around the front of the truck, when a voice yelling in Japanese suddenly got their attention. Calleigh looked up and saw an older gentlemen shouting at a much younger man who must have been his grandson, and they were both walking towards her.
“What are you doing?” the younger man asked, “That’s our truck.”
“Miami Dade Police, Mr.-” Calleigh replied.
“Mirimoto,” he replied.
“Mr. Mirimoto, could you explain why your truck is sitting in the middle of an active crime scene?”
“We lost our-dog-a few days ago, and we were just checking and seeing if we could retrieve it. We didn’t realize it was a crime scene.”
“Unfortunately, I’m going to have to impound the truck,” Calleigh replied, “Some of the evidence may have been transferred to the truck, and we don’t want to lose it for the trial.”
“I understand. We’ll call ourselves a cab,” he nodded, before dragging his grandfather away from the scene, and Calleigh turned to Ryan.
“Call impound, ask them to tow this over to the labs?”
“Already did, they said they’d be here in a few minutes,” Ryan replied as Calleigh reached for her cell phone, “What motive would they have to wipe out an entire family from the house?”
“That’s what I’m about to ask Eric,” she replied as the phone started to ring.
Part 6
Title: Good People (5/?)
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Calleigh Duquesne, Sam Winchester, Eric Delko, Ryan Wolfe
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Calleigh, Ryan and Sam go back to the scene to see if they can find out anything else.
Author's Note: This is shorter than the other ones, but this seemed like a natural place to end it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or CSI: Miami. They're owned by CBS and the CW. However, all original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Calleigh smiled when she came up the stairs and found that the kappa had settled itself on Sam’s shoulders, and was busy playing with his hair. “Looks like you made a friend,” she commented and Sam laughed.
“Yeah, me and Bruce are getting along pretty well.”
“You named it?” Calleigh laughed.
“Well, I didn’t want to keep calling him ‘it,’” Sam replied, “And he looked like a Bruce.” He looked up at her, then looked confused, “Where’s Dean?”
“He made a friend, too. I didn’t want to take him away so soon.”
Sam could hear the tense tone of her voice, and suddenly looked uncomfortable, “If this is about him not telling me-”
“Sam, this is about so many different things, I wouldn’t even know where to begin to explain,” she said with a smile, “But right now we’ve got bigger things to worry about. Do you know where Eric went?”
“Officer Delko?” he frowned, “He and Officer Wolfe went to go over some of the evidence from the case. See if they have anything that could tell us where the other kappa may have gone.”
“They tell you to call them ‘Officer’?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied.
“Why are you putting up with it?”
“Hey-that would be Dean who would mouth off like that,” Sam said with a smirk, “I’m just keepin’ my nose clean.”
Calleigh rolled her eyes, “Let me just talk with them for a second, see where we are, and then we’ll head out again.”
“Sounds good,” Sam nodded, before the little guy yanked especially hard on his hair, bringing his attention back to the animal on his shoulders.
***
Eric looked up when Calleigh came in and gave her a nod, “Winchester still in his cell?”
“Maybe,” she replied, “Why would you think that?”
“Because you didn’t look happy when you were heading down there,” he said, and she just gave him a look before turning to the crime scene photos in front of him.
“These the perimeter shots?” she asked.
“Yup,” he replied, “So far I haven’t found anything that would indicate to your bigger friend was on the scene.”
“Well, that little guy definitely couldn’t have done it all on his own,” Calleigh sighed, “There had to have been another one there.”
They drifted off into silence for a second, before Eric spoke up again, “Ever gonna tell Wolfe, Calleigh?”
“Tell him about what?”
“New Orleans.”
Calleigh paused for a moment, “Not unless I have to. I don’t feel its-necessary for him to know.”
“You told me,” Eric said, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but you had also seen a lot more than he had. Specifically, watch me exorcise a demon from our murder suspect after he had thrown you twenty feet without even touching you.”
Eric paused for a minute before responding, “So you wouldn’t have told me?”
“Not if it couldn’t be helped,” Calleigh sighed, before looking up at him, “Honestly, Eric, if you hadn’t seen that, would you have believed me?”
“I would have thought you were pretty crazy,” he conceded.
“I’ll tell him if he needs to know,” she sighed, “Other than that, it’s not worth the hassle he’d give me.” She then tilted her head slightly, “What does this look like to you?”
Eric spun the picture around to face him, and frowned, “Tire treads. Natalia photographed them at the scene; we were thinking that maybe that was the car the killer used to get away.”
“Did you figure out what the tires were?” she asked.
“Yeah, shouldn’t be too hard,” Eric replied, “Mud from the swamp left a pretty decent impression. I’ll start running it against known tread marks.”
“Thanks Eric,” she nodded, “I’m gonna go back to the scene, see if they’re still there.”
“Hey, take Wolfe,” Delko said, looking up from the pictures.
“Why?” Calleigh frowned.
“Because if you don’t, he’ll be pulling your friend Dean out for a ‘friendly chat,’” he said with a smirk, and Calleigh rolled her eyes.
“Alright, I’ll take him,” she sighed, “But if his body is somehow found in the swamp, I’m blaming it on you.”
“Sure you are,” Eric grinned as she disappeared.
***
“What are we looking for?” Sam asked, the kappa still sitting on his shoulders.
“You’re the forensic student,” Ryan replied, giving him a look, “You tell me.”
Sam gave Calleigh a look behind the man’s back, and she shook her head.
“Well, I was figuring that you guys had been to the crime scene already, gone over it, photographed and collected everything you could, so we were coming back to have a look at something specific,” Sam sighed.
Ryan glanced back at him again, before continuing to walk forward, “Tire treads one of the CSIs photographed at the scene.”
Sam nodded, before angling his eyes at the ground. Calleigh inched over to him. “I didn’t think a hunter would be a crime show buff.”
“I’m not,” Sam replied, “But I was pre-law at Stanford.”
“Stanford,” Calleigh nodded, “Why’d you leave?”
“I-was going through some stuff,” Sam replied, deciding to leave it at that, not sure how much Dean wanted him to tell.
“I understand,” she nodded, “Don’t worry about it.” She turned to look for Ryan again, and frowned when she saw that he had stopped in front of a blue pick-up truck. “What’s that truck doing on the scene?”
“It’s also sitting in our tire tracks,” Ryan said, giving her an annoyed smile.
“Well, are they a match?” she smirked, and he chuckled slightly
“Looks like it,” he said, crouching down next to the wheel, “Who would return to the scene of the crime like this?”
“You would if you left something behind,” Calleigh sighed, turning back to look at Sam where he was still struggling with Bruce. “This may have been caused by people after all.”
“You’re thinking that someone unleashed the kappa on this family for some reason?” Ryan sighed, and Calleigh nodded.
“And used the baby as bait,” she sighed, and then glanced back to where Sam and Bruce were standing. They were out of view enough that whoever owned the truck probably wouldn’t see them on first glance. “Let’s see who owns the truck, shall we?”
Ryan nodded starting to walk around the front of the truck, when a voice yelling in Japanese suddenly got their attention. Calleigh looked up and saw an older gentlemen shouting at a much younger man who must have been his grandson, and they were both walking towards her.
“What are you doing?” the younger man asked, “That’s our truck.”
“Miami Dade Police, Mr.-” Calleigh replied.
“Mirimoto,” he replied.
“Mr. Mirimoto, could you explain why your truck is sitting in the middle of an active crime scene?”
“We lost our-dog-a few days ago, and we were just checking and seeing if we could retrieve it. We didn’t realize it was a crime scene.”
“Unfortunately, I’m going to have to impound the truck,” Calleigh replied, “Some of the evidence may have been transferred to the truck, and we don’t want to lose it for the trial.”
“I understand. We’ll call ourselves a cab,” he nodded, before dragging his grandfather away from the scene, and Calleigh turned to Ryan.
“Call impound, ask them to tow this over to the labs?”
“Already did, they said they’d be here in a few minutes,” Ryan replied as Calleigh reached for her cell phone, “What motive would they have to wipe out an entire family from the house?”
“That’s what I’m about to ask Eric,” she replied as the phone started to ring.
Part 6