It had been one long day and it was finally coming to a close. Horatio Caine waved good night to the leftover lab techs before heading to his car. Stepping outside, he was met with the humid night and the Latin music that swept along with the wind. Breathing deep, he jumped in the car and left. Halfway, he came along a broken down Honda and slowed to help.
"Sir, my name is Horatio Caine. I'm with Miami PD. Do you need help?"
"No." came the terse reply.
"Are you sure?" Horatio never noticed the other man behind him. A hand came over his head and he felt something cover his mouth. 'Chloroform', he thought, struggling to no avail. The man driving said "Load him up," and they disappeared into the night.
Halfway across the country, Annabelle looked up from her book. She could feel the dread settling in her stomach already. Looking out her apartment window at the temperamental New York sky, she came to a conclusion. 'Something's not right.'
Frank Tripp raced through the Miami Crime Lab to meet the rest of the team. He had just received word that Horatio's car had been found on the side of the road, sans driver. Chloroform and Horatio's prized sunglasses had also been found. Entering the break room, he surveyed the scene. Alexx Woods, the coroner, was sitting, hands clasped tightly. Eric Delko sat next to her. Ryan Wolfe, the newest edition to the group, stood by the coffee while a clearly strung out Calleigh Duquesne paced. She caught sight of him and cried, "Anything?"
"Horatio's car was processed. There was no evidence of a struggle inside the car." She sank into a chair. "We'll find him," Frank promised her. Yelina Salas barged into the room. "Witness got a license plate. New York. I've called Mac Taylor. He's going to look into and get back to me, but start packing your bags."
