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This story is No. 4 in the series "TtH 100". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Some of my Faith TtH drabbles set in the CSI and In Death universes.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
CSI > Multiple Series
Literature > Crime > In Death Series
ChristyFR134753064,0232 Jun 072 Jun 07Yes

Root of All Evil

Title: Root of All Evil
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 13
TtH Prompt: #26 Money
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/CSI: Miami
Wordcount: 300
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: and TtH
Spoilers: None for CSI; after series finale for Buffy
Series: Globetrotting Pt 2
A/N: This was written for the tth100. The only linking thing for these is Faith in them.
Summary: Caine has a puzzling case to deal with.

Money could buy you a lot of things- food, jewelry, sometimes even a woman for the night. But if there was one thing Horatio Caine depended on, it was that money couldn’t buy you innocence. And he knew in his gut the woman in interrogation was far from innocent. Faith Lehane had been found in a Miami Beach hotel room registered to one William Giles, but he hadn’t been seen for two days. Nothing to be alarmed about, until you factor in the multiple sharp objects found in Ms. Lehane’s possession. When questioned, she’d given unsatisfactory answers as far as Caine’s instinct said, so he’d brought her back to the station for further questioning.

All he’d gotten out of this was a memo faxed to him from Gil Grissom in Vegas, which, if he could, would be enough to hold her for 24 hours, but suspicions based on her connections in the State Department wouldn’t hold up in front of a judge. He looked up as Callie walked over, a blonde man in tow.

“Caine, this is Mr. Giles.”

“Sorry about the mixup, mate, but I haven’t been back to my room. A girl, ya get?”

Horatio merely raised a brow. “And the weaponry?”

“We work for a martial arts training center based in LA. We’re in Miami for a demonstration.”

Horatio couldn’t put his finger on what was off with the two of them, but with no case, he had to let Faith go.


“Next time, lemme know when you get caught out at dawn,” Faith hissed as they drove north on I-95.

“I would have, luv, but my phone was dead. But, so is the Haklar demon now. So, where to now? We’ve already dusted that nest in Vegas and closed the Cleveland Hellmouth. You pick next.”
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