Krystal walked off the plane at Miami International Airport with a heavy heart. She didn't like having to run away and leave her parents and all her friends behind in Ontario. But in order to keep them safe, she had to leave, her life was just that much more in danger. Krystal didn't know how it got so messed up. It started out alright, they were in love, she was even engaged to this man, but soon things turned ugly and Krystal left him, but he never left her. This was why she came to Miami with only a suitcase, a carry-on bag, and a piece of paper. On the paper in Krystal's mother's handwriting was a name and directions on how to get to the Miami- Dade Police Department.

Krystal found a cab and helped the driver load her suitcase into his trunk. Even though she was on the run, Krystal couldn't help noting the small things, like how it was so hot that her chin length brown hair hung limply. It was February and in Toronto you needed a winter jacket which Krystal was still wearing for convenience purposes. On the cab ride to the police station, the driver threw jokes out trying to draw his young lady passenger into conversation, but Krystal's mind was somewhere else. She thought of her life before, with the stresses of school, she found solace in Michael, he was sweet and every girl's dream. Krystal remembered the day she met Michael, she was out with friends and he came along. He was tall, dark and good-looking. It took a while for them to start talking and over a few weeks Michael and Krystal formed a fast attachment. Later the next month they started dating. For a year everything was a dream, Krystal should have known it was too good to be real.

Two years had passed and Michael asked Krystal to marry him. Sure Michael had become anal about where Krystal was all the time, but the idea of their history and finally getting married replaced Krystal's fears.

All this happened just a month ago, but since then Michael became even more possessive about Krystal. He had to know who she talked to, where she was at all times, it drove Krystal crazy. This was not what she wanted. She wanted the sweet guy she met just over two years ago. She missed talking and laughing. Now all she wanted was the memories to disappear.

When Krystal finally ended her engagement and her relationship with Michael, she told him that she never wanted to see him again. Michael didn't listen. He called at first begging her to come back, that he was changed. Krystal didn't believe him and her resolve turned to iron once he started threatening to kill her. Michael swore that if he couldn't have her then no one could.

Krystal fled to her parents' place in Toronto, hoping that Michael would take the hint. But he didn't, instead he followed her to Toronto. Krystal called the police, but they couldn't do anything unless he physically harmed her, or at least made the effort to do so. Krystal didn't want to take that chance so she told her parents that she would have to run away.

Jack and Leanne Martin understood their daughter's predicament. They did not just want Krystal to go just anywhere. They had an old friend who worked at the police department in Miami, Florida (the Martins had moved to Canada before Krystal was born). Jack and Leanne told Krystal, writing down on a piece of paper all the information.

Krystal found that the cab had stopped in front of the Miami-Dade Police Department, the sun reflecting off it made it blaze in light. Krystal got out her sun glasses as she took her bag from the Cab Driver and paid him. Krystal could feel her heart pounding in her chest, she's never met this friend of her parents and she was always nervous meeting new people. The last week for her was fast paced, for as soon as the decision to run to Miami was made plans were made to get proper currency so that Krystal would not be completely stranded in Miami. The proper people had to be informed. Krystal had bought her ticket to Miami the day of departure so that she could avoid being noticed by Michael.

Krystal, once inside the building walked upto the reception desk, her throat dry. When she opened her mouth she felt a crack.

"Hi, I need to speak with Horatio Caine," Krystal spoke shakily to the receptionist. Krystal shifted from one foot to another uneasily.