The Beginning:
The burly man threw her against the wall. "You made my best friend's life miserable. Now I plan to do the same for you. You never deserved Jake- all you did was break his heart." Calleigh Duquesne's green eyes had almost no fear to them as she stared him down. "Dating Jake Berkely was one of the biggest mistakes of my life," she said, her voice icy. He glared at her, and made an attempt to grab her arm. She moved out of the way. She had called for backup five, no, six minutes ago, but no one was here yet. "Enough, both of you." Both Calleigh and the man, Manuel, turned as someone called his name. Calleigh gasped. In front of her now stood Alexander Sharova.
"What are you doing here?' she asked Eric's father. "This is a better question for the two of you," he said in a thick Russian accent. Manuel glared at Calleigh, then turned to Sharova. "It's an empty warehouse. No one owns it. I can come if I want." "I don't believe that is wise," Sharova said. Calleigh's hand had slowly shifted over her gun. She was ready to pull it out if need-be. She, however, gasped as several more men appeared behind Sharova. All were members of the Russian mob. "My new friends here think it is time for you to go," Sharova said. Manuel whipped around to run, but a loud gunshot rang out, and he fell to the floor, dead. Calleigh pulled out her gun, aiming it at Sharova. "Ms. Duquesne, I recommend you put that away," he said in a surprisingly calm voice. Calleigh's eyes shifted, and saw more than half a dozen guns pointing at her. "Put it down," Sharova said. Calleigh considered her options, then slowly set the gun on the floor. "Very good," he said. With his men still pointing the gun at her, Sharova snatched her gun, throwing it to the side. Calleigh looked at Sharova. "You let me go now, and you'll get off very lightly. You saw a man trying to kidnap me, and you killed him. No jury would convict you for that. Besides, they couldn't even try you without evidence that you had the gun. They'd have to try to see which one of your men did it. I never saw a thing." "No, no Ms. Dusquesne, I know you cops lie," Pavel said. "We do this my way." With that, he grabbed her arm, leading her off as three men kept their guns pointed at her. Sharova put her in a van. He climbed into the van next to her, as did the armed men, as yet another man sped them off.
When Horatio, Eric, and Ryan arrived, no one was in the abandoned warehouse. Calleigh's Hummer was still parked out in front. As they were clearing the building, they noticed Manuel's body. "She was here Wolfe," Horatio said, bending down. "How can you tell?" Ryan asked sarcastically. "Was it the Hummer, or the fact she called us and even said she was here?" Horatio looked at Ryan. "Sorry," Ryan said. Ryan had a splitting headache, and wasn't in the best of moods. "I'm saying that Wolfe, because that's her gun," Horatio said, pointing over to where Calleigh's gun was leaning against the wall. Eric suddenly came inside from the back way. "I have tire tracks here H, like someone sped off." "And I know why Eric," Horatio said. He looked up, glancing at the door as he put his sunglasses back on and rested his hands on his hips. "Because they took Calleigh."