Chapter 1: The crying
Ryan Wolfe was in the parking lot of the police, with the baby in his arms. The little hands were playing with the buttons of his shirt, while Ryan was murmuring funny things to make the baby laugh. A car parked in front of them, and the mother, smiling, got out of it.
Pamela was going home after work. She stopped before a red traffic light and leaned the head in the palm of her hand. She was tired, not because of the work, but because of her boss. Poor Bethany, she was so young… and she would grow without the love of her parents. The mother was a shallow and snob woman that only worried about her manicure and clothes, go shopping with her friends and look beautiful in the parties with her husband. Pamela hardly ever saw Bethany´s father, sometimes she doubted if he ever knew of the existence of his daughter; she had never seen him approaching the cradle. Besides the poor girl didn´t stop crying, but not like babies do, but all the time. It broke her heart seeing her so, but she had tried to talk to the mother and she had begun to laugh saying that was stupid.
A car sounded the horn, the traffic light was already green and she hadn´t noticed it.
The next day, as she arrived at the Seaborn´s home, the night nanny gave her a crying Bethany, already dressed and having had breakfast. Pamela went with the girl to the playing room and tried to calm her down and cheer her up, but she didn´t stop crying. As everyday, but she was beginning to worry. At university´s hospital, she had been assigned an entirely semester to maternity, and she knew that a so prolonged cry was not good. Even though, she knew that talking to the mother was useless, she wouldn't pay attention. She took a decision in that moment, hasty and without thinking it much. She put the essential in the baby bag, took the little baby from the cradle and covered up her mouth with the blanket, so no-one could hear the crying. They left through the kitchen door and took a cab to the Dade Memorial.
The emergency room was full of people, and while they were waiting for their turn, more and more people were coming in. A bleeding woman in a gurney, with a lot of doctors round, wheeled in front of her, to one of the beds. In the next one, a man was requesting attention to a nurse, but no-one was listening to him. Pamela was rocking Bethany back in forth so she stopped crying, but the noise around didn´t help.
A shoot. Pamela´s blood froze, and instinctively she pressed little Bethany against her breast, protecting her. She knelt behind a gurney. She didn´t know who was shooting, who was being shooted, she only knew that she was afraid, more for the girl than for herself. And as fast as it had begun, the shootout ended.
Please note that my first language is not english... i wrote this fic in spanish, but since there aren´t a lot of spanish readers and writers of csi: miami fics I wanted to translate it to english. I hope it is readable, if my english is too bad please tell me and I will try to improve it in the next chapters! Um, and thanks for reading (and reviewing, hehe):)