Disclaimer: I don't own CSI Miami

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI Miami

a/n: this is my first CSI Miami fic so feel free to send me flames cus I think they help me get better just don't be rude or i will chew you out…Oh and this is back when Ryan was new and had long hair and him and Eric hated each other and blah blah blah season three I think and I only started watching mid last season so yeh

A tall strawberry blonde woman walked through the parking garage rummaging through her purse. The night air of Miami blowing through her long full hair. You could even taste the sea in the air. She smiled at a young man as he passed by.

The woman turned towards the soft screeching off a car. The young man barely seemed to notice. But she saw how the black hummer sped up the hill. Then it turned a sharp turn blocking off her path. She stumbled back to a car behind her only to scream out. That of course was masked by the loud gunfire and car alarm going off as her sickening thud to the ground filled the ground.

"Famed Reporter Victoria Bonnet was found dead just last night…"

"Columnist turned reporter shot to death as…"

"Miami's own Victoria Bonnet was sadly shot fatally…"

"Contact Miami-Dade Police if anyone has information…"

Horatio Caine walked out of Miami-Dade PD towards his large silver hummer. He passed by several officers who looked up at him respectfully before going back to they're own conversations. He walked around the car to the driver seat before he began to open the door.

"Excuse me!...um are you Lieutenant Caine?" Horatio looked up to a tall young man shuffling cautiously towards him. His skin was pale even in the Miami sun and his hair was a long dark brown hair. His hair was slightly highlighted from the sun and maybe chlorine, Horatio guessed. His eyes were a silky navy blue color that popped from his long bangs of his hair. He was young but from the slighty deepness of his voice he could barely be eighteen or nineteen.

"Yes, what can I do for you…?" Horatio calmly spoke as he placed his hands on his hips.

"Landon." Landon kept his head down with his hands balled up in fists that were shoved in his pockets. Landon looked over his shoulder before looking back at him. "Um…that girl that was killed…on the news."

Horatio looked up at him patiently praying that he wasn't going to get a confession out of this young man.

"I saw what happened…I saw the guys who did it."

a/n: short I know but yeh. Think of Landon as like Thomas Dekker or something. What do you think check out the second chapter cus I know this one was kinda forced. Remember i only started watching last season so im stil trying to master the characters