Two Days Later

Delavida Suit Shop - Downtown Miami – Miami, Florida

Jenny Wolfe smiled as she watched Tony Speedle, who was looking for a new job, model a suit in front of a mirror, "This is really expensive, Jen," Tony said nervously. "I don't know if I can afford…"

"Tony," Jenny replied softly as she got up and joined him. "It looks really, really good on you."

Tony looked at Jenny, deeply surprised when she started kissing him. As he returned the affection, he suddenly heard footsteps, screams, and the cocking of a gun, "Get OFF of her!" a voice snapped.

Jenny's eyes went wide and she stopped just in time to see a masked man standing there with a gun pointed at Tony, "JASON!" she shouted in an anxious voice. "Jason, put that thing away NOW!"

"Shut up, Jen!" Jason snapped from beneath the mask. "I told you I didn't want you dating him!"

Before Jenny or Tony could react, Jason fired twice and hit Tony directly in the chest, ignoring Jenny's scream as he fled the building. Tony collapsed, heaving anxiously as he lay there incapacitated.

Shaken by what happened, Jenny pulled out her phone and called 9-1-1 through a flood of tears.

Nearly fifteen minutes later, Jenny watched anxiously as Tony lay on the floor, hesitant to let paramedics touch him until family arrived, "…Timmy!" Tony said as footsteps approached.

Jenny let out a sigh of relief as Tim came into view with Horatio at his heels, "Why isn't he on a gurney and being looked at?" Tim asked, giving Jenny a look. "Dispatch said he was shot twice in the chest."

"He wouldn't let anyone touch him til you got here," Jenny explained in a concerned voice.

Tim sighed and walked over to where Tony lay, "Hey, Tony, you've gotta let the paramedics look at you," he said calmly, seeing Horatio pull Jenny aside out of the corner of his eye. "How's your blood sugar?"

"I think it's low," Tony replied, gasping as the paramedics touched him. "Holy crap…that hurts."

Horatio's eyes widened as the paramedics undid Tony's jacket and shirt to reveal a Kevlar vest overtop of a white undershirt, "Speed, is that a bulletproof vest?" he asked in a surprised voice. "What...?"

"After Tony got attacked at the restaurant, I bought him a vest and made him promise to wear it whenever he was out of his apartment," Tim replied calmly, giving Horatio a calm look.

Horatio nodded and watched as the paramedics helped Tony sit up before removing his jacket and shirt, "My brother shot him for no reason," Jenny trembled anxiously. "He's mad that we're dating."

"Do you think I'm gonna get kidnapped like that paramedic and cop from New York were kidnapped?" Tony asked anxiously, trembling in his voice. "I have cable in my place and I saw it on the news."

Horatio frowned, as he too had seen it on the news, "No, I don't think you will," he replied in an uncertain voice because he didn't know why Bosco and Carlos had been taken in the first place.

"Last news report said that the van's managed to avoid all roadblocks," Tim commented.

Horatio nodded, "Miami PD's on the lookout for it," he replied calmly. "Jenny?"

"My brother's been acting really odd lately," Jenny replied, her eyes on Tony.

Tim sighed as he checked the vest, "Both bullets were caught in the Kevlar," he replied softly.

Nodding, Tony gasped and promptly threw up out of pure anxiety on one of the paramedics.

Inpatient Psychiatric Care – Miami-Dade University Hospital

"My mail?" Ryan asked in a confused voice as he sat on his bed gazing at Natalia, who sat in a chair while Emily lingered nearby with a CSI kit and gloves on her hands. "Why do you want my mail?"

Natalia sighed, "Victims' Assistance has the letters that Bernard sent Carlos and they're going to be analyzed over at CSI because this happened," she replied calmly. "Did Bernard write you too?"

"I don't understand why Carlos's letters weren't analyzed by NYPD or by CSI before now!" Ryan snapped as he slowly got up on his crutches and hobbled over to the closet where he kept personal things that Rosa or Anthony had brought him to help with his therapy. "This neglect is why I'm messed up!"

Emily sighed as Ryan opened the closet and pointed to a box beside his shoes, "This neglect is why Speed's brother got shot and why Delko's got severe impairments!" Ryan snapped, wincing.

Swallowing hard, Emily silently walked over to the closet and took the box out, going through it as Rick came in, "I do not want or need police protection," Ryan hissed, grabbing his abdomen. "Ugh…"

"You and Carlos were in a group home together, Ryan," Rick spoke gently. "It's necessary."

Ryan scoffed and hobbled back over to his bed, gagging from pain as he sat down, "Talking about this crap in therapy is hard enough," he said in an anxious voice. "When I saw the news about Carlos and Officer Boscorelli, I threw up my dinner and started having such a bad panic attack they sedated me."

"Because you were on the verge of having a heart attack, Ryan," Emily replied calmly as she began putting the letters into an evidence bag for analysis. "That's what the hospital told me."

Ryan sighed, trembled, and suddenly started to sob so hard that he started shaking, "I think you need to rest, Ryan," Rick said as he sat on the bed and pulled Ryan into a hug. "This is stressing you out."

"I don't want to become dependent on sedatives or sleeping pills," Ryan sobbed quietly.

Deeply concerned about Ryan's overemotional state, Natalia slipped into the hallway and quickly found Ryan's doctor, Shannon Higgins, out in the hall. She, along with the rest of the psychiatric staff were aware of Ryan's connection to the abducted Carlos Nieto and were watching Ryan closely because they too were concerned he too might end up abducted, "Doctor Higgins," Natalia spoke worriedly.

"I knew something was wrong when Sergeant Stetler entered the room, Miss Boa Vista, and I've prepared some Haldol," Dr. Higgins replied calmly, holding up a syringe. "Ryan should rest, I agree."

Natalia nodded and followed Dr. Higgins back to the room, frowning when he saw that Ryan was on the verge of hyperventilating while continuing to sob, "Ryan," Dr. Higgins spoke gently. "Can you hear me?"

"I…I'm sorry," Ryan spoke in a shaky voice, still leaning against Stetler. "This…this is just so much…"

Dr. Higgins sighed, "Can I give you some Haldol so you can rest a bit?" she asked gently.

"I…I don't want to get addicted," Ryan pled through sobs. "My dad…was addicted…to drugs…"

There was a silence and Ryan coughed, "P-please," he spoke in a semi-hysterical voice.

Dr. Higgins nodded and administered the medication, sighing when Ryan went limp and his breathing slowed. Rick carefully lowered Ryan on to the bed, got up, and moved his legs on top of the bed.

"Officer Speedle, can I have a word outside?" Dr. Higgins asked softly, gazing at Emily.

Emily nodded, "Natalia, can you finish this?" she asked in a concerned voice. "Excuse me."

Natalia nodded and Emily followed Dr. Higgins from the room, "Officer Speedle, I just got a call from the rehabilitation floor that an Officer Delko is asking for a Miss Wolfe," Dr. Higgins said quietly.

Already aware that Eric had lost his memory of her and Tim's wedding, Emily nodded, "He thinks you work here and wants someone to talk to," Dr. Higgins spoke quietly. "He's having emotional issues."

Quickly removing her gloves, Emily nodded, "His parents are with him and he's also asking about his sister," Dr. Higgins said in a concerned voice. "He's also upset about the news and the security guard."

"Please show me where the rehab floor is," Emily replied softly. "I'll take care of it."

Dr. Higgins nodded and motioned for Emily to follow her to the rehabilitation area of the hospital.

Angel of Mercy Hospital – New York, New York

"...Don't touch me!" Danielle heard John snap irritably as she lay in bed, trying to sleep.

Danielle sighed and opened her eyes to see John, who hadn't left the hospital room in two days, step out of Ty's reach looking pale, sweaty, and abnormally upset, "John Tyrone," she said groggily.

"Sully sent me up here to get John to eat since he's not been doing it," Ty explained quietly.

Danielle sighed and slowly sat up as much as her stomach would allow, "I'm FINE," John snapped.

"You're clearly not because irritability is a sign of low blood sugar," Danielle replied firmly, suddenly noticing that John had been wearing the same clothes for two days. "Have you left this room?"

John scoffed, but shook his head, "So, you thought it would be okay to endanger yourself just because your dad got shot and thrown in a van?" Danielle asked sharply. "Just because I'm here on bed rest does not give you permission to neglect your health. I'm glad Detective Salas is staying at the apartment."

"NYPD's been ignoring it!" John snapped irritability. "The van's avoided all the roadblocks!"

Danielle suddenly looked sad, "I know," she replied gently. "NYPD told me this morning that the van holding your father and Carlos has managed to evade police, but that doesn't mean they're…"

John sighed and moved over to the bed, eyeing the glass of apple juice on the table briefly before he picked it up and downed it, frowning when Danielle took his hand, "Let Uncle Ty take you back to the apartment," she said softly, knowing John was hurting. "Detective Salas should be there."

"Okay," John replied in a tired voice as he held his mother's hand. "Are you going to be okay?"

Danielle sighed, "I have no choice," she replied softly. "Go with Uncle Ty, please."

John sighed and followed Ty from the room, keeping quiet as they made their way down to the main lobby where Sully and Yelina were, "Mom convinced me to go home," he said in a tired voice.

Yelina sighed and gently drew John into a hug, "I understand how you feel," she spoke softly, thinking back to when Ray Jr. was taken. "It does no good to make yourself sick with worry, though, John."

Sully watched as Yelina held John close as he started crying, "Let your grandfather and I take you home so you can have some food and some rest," Yelina spoke softly, keeping hold of John. "Come on."

Nodding, John allowed Yelina and his grandfather to guide him out of the hospital as Ty watched.

Rehabilitation Unit - Miami-Dade University Hospital

"Papi, I don't…I don't understand," Emily heard Eric's voice as she entered the floor where he was continuing to recover. "Where…why hasn't Marisol come to see me like Ari and Liliana have?"

Emily sighed as she lingered in the doorway, watching as Eric lay on his bed awake and in clear distress despite the fact that his father, Pavel Delko, was, sitting by the bed with Eric's hand in his own and keeping quiet as Eric cried. She knew Eric understood that something was wrong, but didn't know what.

"Hello there, Eric," Emily replied in a kind voice as she came into the room. "Mister Delko."

Eric turned his head to look at Emily, "Mari…why isn't she here?" he asked in a groggy, pained voice.

Emily sighed, but didn't say anything, "I have…random flashes of stuff," Eric spoke shakily.

"Eric, if you try and force yourself to do things before you're ready, it's only going to hurt your recovery," Emily replied softly, seeing that Eric was in pain and distress. "Are you in pain?"

Eric sighed and closed his eyes, unable to express his discomfort in words, "…She's dead, isn't she?" he finally spoke in a pained, weak voice, unable to stop tears from forming in his eyes. "Please…"

"Yes, Eric," Emily replied quietly, not bothered that he couldn't remember. "Marisol is dead."

Eric nodded and sighed, keeping his eyes closed, "She…she said you and Speed went out with her and Horatio to dinner," he spoke in a tired voice. "She said you guys had a good time out. Did you?"

"Yes, we had a lovely time," Emily replied softly as she watched Pavel silently reach down, pick up the pain button on the bed that was attached to a central line, and gently press it to administer medicine.

Eric suddenly relaxed and his breathing slowed, "Thank you for distracting him," Pavel spoke in a tired voice. "Eric's lost the ability to discern when he's in pain and if he sees Carmen or I touch the pain button, he gets upset. When Eric is in pain, we figure out a way to distract him and then medicate him."

"How are you and your family holding up, Mister Delko?" Emily asked in a concerned voice.

Pavel sighed, "We are worried for Eric and we are also worried because of that double kidnapping that happened in New York," he replied anxiously. "I visited your brother the other day and I am worried that he is blaming himself for the accident and how Eric has changed. I told him it was not his fault."

"I didn't know you visited Ryan," Emily replied quietly, as Ryan hadn't mentioned it to her.

Pavel nodded and sighed, "Eric should sleep for hours and feel much calmer when he wakes, as he does not remember what he says during moments of discomfort," he explained calmly. "Carmen and I are preparing the house so Eric will be comfortable when he is allowed to come home and recover there."

"Is there anything I can do for you or your family?" Emily asked quietly, seeing that Pavel was tired.

Pavel shook his head, "Just keep helping Eric because he trusts you," he replied softly. "Thank you."

Emily nodded and silently left the room, sighing heavily as she got in the elevator to go back down to get the evidence from Natalia. She silently got off on the appropriate floor and found Natalia waiting in the foyer with their kits and the evidence, "Stetler's guarding Ryan's room," Natalia explained softly.

"We should go to the lab, then," Emily replied softly. "James and Julliet are at preschool."

Natalia nodded and followed Emily down the hallway to the other elevators, "Speedle just radioed from down in the ER and said that your nephew shot his brother and your niece," she said anxiously. "I can run all this to the lab if you want to go check on your niece and see what's going on."

"I'm on the clock, unfortunately," Emily replied quietly. "We can't just…"

Natalia sighed and was silent as they got into the elevator, giving Emily a look when the elevator stopped at the ER floor, "We can," she replied calmly. "Jenny and Tony are your family."

Emily nodded and followed Natalia through the ER, stopping outside of an exam room. Tony was laying on a gurney with a gown over a pair of scrub pants, trying to relax as Jenny sat at his side. Tim was standing near the gurney, gazing at Tony as a nurse hooked Tony to an IV rather slowly. Horatio was lingering just outside and gave Natalia and Emily a look as they moved to the door.

"I got Ryan's mail," Emily replied, passing Horatio her kit and the evidence. "Excuse me."

Emily silently entered the room and hugged Jenny and then held Tim, "Hey sis," Tony spoke in a tired voice as he looked up at Emily tiredly. "Jenny…Jenny was helping me get some nice clothes…"

"It's okay, Tony," Emily spoke softly. "Jenny, did you call your mother yet about all of this?"

Tears filled Jenny's eyes and Emily sighed as she got her cell-phone out to call Diana herself.

Outside Miami

As Bosco dumped more peroxide on his wound and dressed it with clean gauze and bandages, he felt the van suddenly coming to a stop, "Nieto," he said, gazing at Carlos, who was sleeping sitting up.

"What's going on?" Carlos asked, cringing at the sound of crunching gravel. "Are we going to die?"

Bosco threw his dirty bandage on the floor of the van and frowned as the van door unlocked and slid open, "Van's overheated," one of the masked men said coldly. "There is another one in the Glades."

Before Bosco could reply, the masked men grabbed Carlos and forced him outside, "You come willingly or I will kill this one even if it deprives Bernard of his fun," he said coldly. "And then I will kill you."

Swallowing hard, Bosco slowly climbed out of the van and gasped as he put weight on his injured leg, "That way," one of the masked men said, pointing into an area of swampland. "On the other side."

"You shouldn't walk on that leg, Bosco," Carlos said in a pained voice. "It could get infected."

The man promptly backhanded Carlos to the ground, just as another van suddenly pulled up on them, "I was doing some errands and Bernard called me to ask for a favor," Jason said as he rolled down the window and saw Bosco and Carlos there. "Said you needed help taking care of some problems and said he'd pay me a hefty fee."

Bosco quickly helped Carlos up and swore as the masked men grabbed them and marched them over to the van, "I will provide you with directions to where they will go," the masked man said to Jason. "You are invaluable."

As the men forced Bosco and Carlos into the van, Jason sighed and caressed the gun in his lap. He had fled the store after shooting Tony Speedle and Bernard had given him a very good opportunity to hide from the police. Once the van was full, Jason took off through the Glades.

Back in the abandoned van, Bosco's cell-phone clicked as it sent out a GPS signal to 9-1-1.

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