This story takes place when Madison. H's niece is a freshman in high school.
It was a normal day in Miami, March fifth, to be exact. Alexx was autopsying dead people (and talking to them, of course), Calleigh was at a seminar about new guns. Eric was working on an old case. Ryan was off...somewhere.
Horatio was in his office, filling out paperwork on a shooting that had happened recently. It was about eight forty-five am when his phone rang. Horatio pulled it out of his pocket, and saw that the number was that of a nearby hospital.
"Caine," said Horatio.
He was answered by a sobbing voice on the other end of the line. It took him a moment to recognize the voice, but when he did Horatio said, "Suzie? What is it? What happened?"
"It's...Madison...she... she was running this morning...with the cross-country team. She and another girl, Amanda, got hit," sobbed Suzie.
"Are they okay?" asked Horatio, now in defensive mode.
"They, they say she's doing good, Horatio. And Amanda...she's dead."
Summary: I would like to take this time to dedicate this story to my good friend Amanda "Panda Bear" Ware. Amanda was born June 1, 1992 (3 days before my birthday), and died March 5, 2007. She was an amazing person who was never too busy for anyone, and was always full of energy. Panda Bear, this is for you. Oh, By the way, Mallory and Sean ARE real people. They were close to Amanda, and it has been hard on them, and for all of us. I just wanted to clear something up: the general outline of this story is true. I have changed minute details to fit the story.