Here is another alternate ending to "Time Bomb," but it's shorter than "Time Out." ( I recommend reading "Time Out" to be more familiar with my OCs.)
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI Miami and I am making no profit from this. All publicly recognizable characters belong to CBS and Jerry Bruckheimer.
The jail was oddly quiet.
Rick watched the other inmates with curiosity; they weren't as loud and disruptive as usual. Ivan seemed to be waiting for something and wasn't too keen on conversation. The guards had picked up on this change and were watching them closely. The day went by with nothing out of the ordinary.
At about nine that night Rick noticed Ivan put a popper* in the door. He didn't question it but knew something was going down. Luckily the guards didn't notice otherwise they both would be put in confinement. The guards were too busy with the more violent offenders.
There was an uproar on the floor above them and most likely someone wasn't cooperating. Ivan jumped to his feet as a gangbanger disguised as a jail guard handed him a large book through the bars.
"Cпасибо,"[thank you] Ivan thanked him; the man nodded and hurried out before anyone noticed he was an imposter. Rick looked at Ivan questioningly. Ivan glanced at the hall outside and then handed the book to Rick. The book was a large King James Bible and Rick flipped it open. His eyes widened at the Smith and Wesson 586. There was also a silencer in the book safe.
"You're a cop right?" Ivan asked.
"Was, yes."
"Then you can get us out of here with that," Ivan said.
"I think I could," Rick said. He did in fact know the lay of the entire jail.
"Let's go," Ivan said and slid the door open.
"Now?"
"Yes, this is our only chance," Ivan said. Rick nodded and screwed the silencer to the end of the gun. They crept out of their cell and found that everyone else had as well. Both men ducked as guards from below began firing at the escaping mass. A few others had gotten guns as well and silent bullets struck guards down.
"We got em' locked up!" an inmate shouted triumphantly from above. The rest of the floor cheered and ran down the stairs. Rick and Ivan took to the side wing with Rick leading.
"Where are we going man?" Ivan asked.
"There's a side entrance but it's probably guarded. I think we can get out that way," Rick said and slowed down with the revolver held in front of him as they rounded the corner.
Pfft, Pfft.
He fired the gun twice at the two guards and they both fell.
"Nice shooting," Ivan chuckled and took one of the guard's guns and his keys as well.
"Twenty years of practice," Rick chuckled. No alarms had gone off seeing the disguised had disabled that and the phone lines. "Who planned this?" Rick asked as they dashed across the courtyard.
"The gangs worked together to get their people back out." Ivan panted.
"Wish you had told me this," Rick chuckled and pulled a broken lock from the prison gate.
"I didn't know you had people on the outside." Ivan said.
"There are people that owe me so yes I do," Rick said.
"That's always a good thing," Ivan said. They ducked as a few shots rang out and hit the ground around them. The two men dashed out of the gate and into the marshy land surrounding the building. A van sped down the road and honked for them. Rick opened the driver's side.
"Move over I can elude other cops," he told the man sitting there and jumped behind the wheel. Ivan climbed into the back along with five others that ran up. Rick could see at least three patrol cars heading their way; someone must have had a cell phone.
Rick floored the accelerator and missed being hit by another car by two feet. He regained control and took back roads to reach North Miami, by Biscayne Park. Rick gave the wheel over to Ivan after reaching his destination.
"God bless you brother," Ivan called before speeding off into the park. Rick jogged up to the small storage block that only a few people knew about and found the extra key to his garage under a rock. He fiddled with the lock for a minute with trembling hands then opened the garage. It was pretty much empty except for the covered Mustang; it was the only car he had kept after stealing it. The rest had been sold for a good value.
He pulled the cover off the dark burgundy 2007 model and sat inside. Rick brushed away a few cobwebs and put the gun on the seat beside him. There was also a police issue Sig Sauer in the consol along with an extra magazine. Rick knew he would need this car sometime and he was glad he saved it.
He took off the top of the orange jumpsuit and left the white tank top on. The Mustang's engine stalled a few times as he tried to start it but the third time was the charm. Rick smiled and shut the garage behind him before turning to drive out of town. Rick drove through the park and was stopped in the most isolated area. He stared in disbelief at the Hummer parked across the road and he red head leaning against it.
Rick looked behind him to turn around but there was another Hummer coming his way. In a panic he drove the mustang into the woods and weaved in between the trees. Rick knew this would probably be a losing battle but tried anyways. He got back up onto the road before Horatio could turn the Hummer and sped through the city and onto the highway.
*Popper- usually a toothpaste tube cap that can be stuck onto the frame of doors and can fool sensors into indicating the door is shut. Inmates use this to get out of their cells undetected and wander the corridors.