December 5

Las Vegas Crime Lab – Las Vegas, Nevada

Ignoring the icy glare he was getting from Catherine, Ecklie offered a diplomatic smile to Ryan as he walked into the Crime Lab with her, "Officer Wolfe," Ecklie said nervously. "Welcome to our lab."

Ryan sighed, ignoring the twinges in his arm as he stood there not wanting to shake Ecklie's hand after being forced to stay in Vegas against his will, "I was told I had a right to see the evidence in my case when I was strong enough," he said in a tense, slightly hoarse voice. "I'm invoking that right today."

"Grissom said he'd be waiting in his office for us," Catherine said, hoping to calm Ryan down.

Ryan nodded, choosing to ignore Ecklie rather than get even angrier, "Gil, I believe, is in his office with your evidence," Ecklie said nervously. "Maybe you could convince Stokes to call off his lawsuit."

"Lawsuit?" Catherine asked in a surprised voice, her eyes wide. "Nick's suing the Crime Lab?"

Ecklie scowled, "Only certain people within the LVPD and he's accusing us of unlawfully imprisoning Ryan Wolfe in the state of Nevada," he hissed. "Stokes's daddy is a federal judge and he's…"

"For the record, I still can't remember anything about what happened," Ryan replied coldly. "Happy?"

Catherine sighed, "And there are random times where I experience insomnia, nausea, and fits of anger so severe that I have to walk up and down the block ten times so I don't hit anyone or break anything," Ryan snapped, his irritation growing. "I think it's withdrawals, but I don't really know what to think."

Grissom, who had come when he heard voices, frowned when he saw Ryan looking ready to bite Ecklie's head off while Catherine looked worried, "To be very, very honest with you, Ryan, I don't know if you'll ever get any of those memories back simply because of what was in your blood when you were found," he explained in a calm, but serious voice. "You may also have random periods of shaky emotions."

Ryan frowned, "Conrad, if you're done fighting with our guest, I'd like to take him to my office and shed some light on what happened to him," Grissom said firmly. "Ryan, are you up to seeing the evidence?"

"I spent the last four days in bed eating soup and sleeping, so I'm okay enough to do this," Ryan replied.

Grissom nodded and led Ryan and Catherine through the hallways into his office where Greg was waiting with a box filled with stuff and Nick was seated in the back of the room, "Are you really suing people, Nicky?" Catherine asked in a surprised voice. "I know you're angry about Ryan's…"

"My dad's reviewing the situation and should have a decision by next week at the latest," Nick replied, eyeing Ryan worriedly as he sat down. "Ryan, you're super pale. Are you okay to do this today?"

Ryan sighed, silently reminding himself that Nick did care about him, "Yes," he replied quietly.

Grissom silently sat behind his desk and handed Ryan the folder containing the evidence notes and bloodwork results, "You were drugged with chloroform, sodium pentothal, and roofies and that's what's affected your memory of the torture," he explained calmly. "It was done repeatedly and while all of it was eventually flushed from your system, your memories of what happened may be gone forever."

Nick's eyes widened in shock, but Ryan silently flipped through the papers as if he were reading a book that was written in another language, "None of this rings a bell," Ryan spoke apologetically.

Sighing softly, Ryan set the folder on the desk and sifted through the evidence bags that were in the box, unable to remember any of it even though he wanted to, "You were dumped at a casino in the confines of a mail bag according to Sam Braun, owner of several casinos around here," Grissom explained in a calm voice, not at all bothered that Ryan wasn't reacting to the evidence. "Your blood and DNA were also found on a plane that was on a private strip at the airport and is identified as being from Miami."

"I was flown here?" Ryan asked quietly, suddenly feeling uneasy. "Do you know who did it?"

Catherine and Grissom exchanged a look and Greg looked uneasy, "Special Agent Dennis Sackheim seems to have orchestrated all of this because you tried to help Lindsey and other missing children," Catherine spoke in an anxious, apologetic voice as tears filled her eyes. "Rick's so upset about it…"

Ryan nodded, but suddenly began to look tired, "Ryan, why don't you have a rest on the couch in here while Catherine works and she'll drive you back to her house when she's done?" Grissom suggested.

The office quickly cleared out and Ryan retreated to the couch, sighing wearily as he lay down on the couch to rest because he still tired quickly. While Nick, Catherine, and Greg went to work, Grissom went to the front desk and saw that Sara was waiting for him with a tired, but happy expression on her face.

Bed-Stuy, New York

"Chief, do you have a moment?" Bosco asked in a quiet voice as he slowly entered the precinct in civilian clothes and saw Chief Morris at the front desk with Ty going over the area's gang report. "I need to talk to you about somethin' and I know you said to never bug you when you were working on the gang…"

Chief Morris nodded, confused as to why Bosco was walking so slowly and why he wasn't dressed for work and out on the street, "What's on your mind, Boscorelli?" he asked in a calm, welcoming voice.

Bosco eyed Ty nervously before sighing and looking at his chief, "I need to go on desk duty or go on medical leave for a while, but it's your call what I do," he said in a quiet voice. "I'm serious."

Ty frowned and Chief Morris gave Bosco a look, "You know we have paternity leave if your babies need your full attention, Boscorelli," Chief Morris said in a concerned voice. "Have they had setbacks?"

"No, Mikey and Emily are doing great and John, David, and Ellie are all fine too," Bosco replied in an unusually somber voice as he sighed. "Um, I had a biopsy a few days ago and I've got cancer."

Ty paled, "Cancer?" Chief Morris replied in a shocked voice. "Wow, Boscorelli, I'm sorry."

"It's Stage 2 testicular and they already took both of em during the biopsy surgery, but I gotta do chemo for a few months," Bosco replied in a tired voice. "Danielle and Sully say I shouldn't be on the street while I'm doing chemo cause it'll be rough on my body, but they don't mind if I work at a desk."

Chief Morris sighed gently, "I'll see what I can do about getting you work to do at home or on the desk," he replied in a patient voice, hating that one of his officers was sick. "How'd you get over here?"

"I took the subway and walked," Bosco replied quietly. "I had a session yesterday and I'm a little tired, so I didn't want to get pulled over on suspicions of impaired driving. Sully offered to drive me, but…"

Chief Morris swore, "Why in the world didn't you let him?" he asked in a concerned voice. "Sit down."

Bosco sighed softly, but sat down on a nearby bench, "I can drive him home after we go over these reports," Davis offered, shaken by Bosco's news. "I gotta go by his place to visit Brendan anyway."

"Good," Chief Morris replied sternly, giving Bosco a look. "Call me next week about desk duty, but I don't wanna hear from you until then because I want you home resting. You look like crap, Bosco."

Ty watched as Bosco got up and slipped outside looking like he was going to be sick. He silently followed Bosco outside and frowned when he saw Bosco bent over a garbage can, puking his guts out.

"You all right, Bosco?" Ty asked even though he knew Bosco was probably puking from chemotherapy.

As Bosco puked, Ty looked around and frowned when he saw a pile of FDNY people watching Bosco puke from across the street, "Hey!" Ty snapped as he crossed over to the station. "This isn't a show!"

"Is that Bosco puking his guts over there?" Stu asked in a confused voice. "Too much to drink last night?"

Murmuring filled the air and Ty scowled, "Just shut up, all of you," he snapped. "That isn't funny."

There was a silence as Jimmy came down the street with Camille in a stroller, both of them wearing winter weather clothes, "Hey, what's going on?" Jimmy asked in a confused voice. "Davis?"

Shaking his head, Davis silently crossed the street again, "Just ignore them," he said softly. "You okay?"

Bosco scoffed, "I have cancer, Davis, what do you think?" he asked in a gruff voice. "I'm good…"

"Sully will kill me if I don't drive you home, Bosco," Davis replied calmly. "Please?"

Bosco thought for a moment and sighed, nodding as he followed Davis down the street to Davis's vehicle. Both men were unaware that John Miller, who had been hiding around New York, had overheard their conversation from an alleyway and was now putting in a phone call.

New York University

"John, do you have a moment?" Juliana Morrison asked as she came over to the table where John was working through a chunk of homework. "I, uh, was told you found another advisor for next semester."

John frowned as he looked up at her, "Ms. Morrison, I really can't talk right know because I'm quite busy with work," he replied politely, not wanting to say that his mother had forbid him from talking to her.

Scoffing, Juliana nodded stiffly and walked away, pausing when she saw Lindsey come through the library towards where John was sitting. Figuring that John was a liar like his mother, Juliana paused.

"Are you ready to go?" Lindsay asked in a kind voice. "You'll be doing a dummy crime scene today."

John looked surprised, "Do you think I'm ready to try that?" he asked in a nervous voice. "I…"

"Mac and Danny think so," Lindsay replied in a reassuring voice. "Flack will be there too."

Lindsay smiled as John packed his bag, got up, and left with her; they failed to see a shocked looking Juliana hiding behind a wall. She had heard everything and was both shocked and disgusted.

Outside, Lindsay and John walked across campus and John froze when he saw an unfamiliar woman pushing Brendan, who was sitting in a wheelchair in winter clothes with casts on his ankles and a bag in his lap, while Grace walked alongside him, "Sergeant Finney," John called out. "Aunt Grace."

"Oh, hi there, John," Brendan said calmly as John and Lindsay approached. "What are you…?"

John smiled, "I'm here getting a Criminalistics/CSI degree," he replied. "What about you?"

"I only have a semester or so left of my Master's degree in Criminal Justice, so I came to see what I needed to do to finish it since I'm on disability indefinitely," Brendan replied in a kind, but quiet voice as he smiled at John and noticed Lindsay. "She's good looking John, but isn't she a little old for you?"

Lindsay chuckled, "I'm Lindsay Monroe with the Crime Lab and John's doing a co-op with the lab that's being sponsored by NYU," she explained in an amused voice. "His parents don't like him walking around the city alone, so Detective Taylor sent me over to come get him and take him to the Crime Lab."

"Wow, way to go," Brendan said in a pleased voice. "I hope our baby turns out as good as you did."

Grace smiled as Lindsay and John left. "Our baby will," she replied in a kind, reassuring voice.

Calle Ocho

"…Ryan went to the Crime Lab with Catherine to see his evidence and Stetler took his kid somewhere, so I'm here by myself resting," Warrick heard a voice say as he walked down an alley past an open kitchen door and a filled dumpster in an effort to perhaps find information about Derek Stokes or Sackheim.

There was a sigh, "As much as I would love to talk to you, Timothy, I have to get this trash outside," Warrick heard a kind voice say. "You have a nice chat with Emily. I love you, son; see you later."

Warrick paused and frowned as Anthony came out lugging two big bags of garbage, "Excuse me, sir, my name is Warrick Brown," he said in a kind voice. "Can I help you with those bags? They look heavy."

Anthony gave Warrick a look as he tossed the bags in the dumpster, "Oh no, young man, I'm all right," he replied in a kind voice, eyeing Warrick with concern. "Are you in need of some shelter or food?"

"I'm investigating some criminals," Warrick replied quietly. "They hurt a friend of mine."

Anthony nodded, his expression sympathetic, "I have information on who was involved and from what I know, they're here," Warrick explained quietly, showing his satchel. "I have to keep it quiet."

"You know who hurt young Ryan?" Anthony asked softly. "Did you want to talk to his sister?"

Warrick frowned, "Ryan Wolfe's sister is here?" he asked quietly. "I would like to talk to her, yeah."

"Please come in," Anthony said in an anxious voice. "Emily will appreciate your help."

Nodding, Warrick silently went inside to wait for Emily so that he could talk to her about Ryan.

Desert Palms Hospital – Las Vegas, Nevada

"Is that our baby?" Sara asked in an intrigued voice as she pointed to the ultrasound screen while resting on an exam bed in the massive hospital while Grissom sat on a stool beside the bed. "How far along?"

The OB/GYN and nurse peered at the screen, "They both look healthy," Dr. Parker said in a warm voice, her green eyes shining as she looked at Sara's chart. "I would say you're about three months or so…"

"Both of them?" Sara asked in a confused voice, wondering if her hearing had somehow been messy.

Dr. Parker nodded as she got her penlight out, "There," she said, pointing to the screen. "And there."

Grissom's eyes grew as he silently stared at the lives he had helped create, "They're amazing," he said softly, taking Sara's hand in his own. "Nothing is more beautiful than something you help create."

Sara smiled and squeezed his hand just as Grissom's phone rang, "You should take that," she said softly.

Nodding, Grissom reluctantly let go of Sara's hand and went into the hallway to take the call, "Grissom, it's Brass," a voice on the other end said. "I got you booked on a flight to New York this evening."

"I'll probably just be a couple of days," Grissom replied anxiously. "Is Ecklie mad over it?"

Brass sighed, "Ecklie is on his best behavior right now because Stokes reports all negative behavior to his father in conjunction with the federal investigation and lawsuit," he replied in an amused voice.

Grissom chuckled, "Thanks for arranging things on the down low," he replied in a worried voice.

Quickly ending the call, Grissom passed by Dr. Parker as he went back into the room and saw Sara redressing, "Gil, do you think I could come with you?" Sara asked quietly. "To New York?"

Grissom looked both surprised and confused, "I'd like to help if I can," Sara explained quietly.

"I'm sure the Boscorellis will appreciate all the help they can get," Grissom replied calmly, secretly relieved that Sara was coming to be there for him and to help the situation. "Thank you."

Nodding, Sara walked over to him and gently stroked his cheek before giving him a gentle kiss.

Bed-Stuy, New York

"Kim, what's up with Bosco?" Jimmy asked as he entered their house and got Camille out of the stroller before putting it and their winter gear back in the closet. "Do you know if Bosco's sick or something?"

Sighing gently, Kim came down the stairs with a basket of laundry, "What do you mean?" she asked.

"I walked by the firehouse with Camille and all the guys were saying that Bosco was puking his guts out in the can outside the precinct because he had too much to drink last night," Jimmy said in a concerned voice, giving Kim a look. "As far as I know, Bosco hasn't had anything to drink since he was shot…"

Kim frowned and quickly put the laundry into the washing machine before taking Camille and going into the kitchen, "Davis was with him, but I thought Davis worked in Manhattan," Jimmy continued.

"Did you enjoy your walk, Camie?" Kim asked softly, kissing Camille on the face as she put the girl into a playpen that sat in the open area between the living room and kitchen. "I'll phone Danielle, I guess."

Jimmy nodded and watched as Kim got on the phone and dialled Danielle and Bosco's number.

Manhattan, New York

The sound of the ringing phone filled Bosco's ears as he let himself and Ty into the apartment, "I'm just gonna let it ring," Bosco said in a tired voice, quickly getting his coat and shoes off. "You can go."

"Nobody seems to be home," Ty replied as he got his coat off. "You shouldn't be alone."

Bosco scoffed, but didn't argue as he curled up on the couch and closed his eyes, "Headache and nausea," he managed to say before he grabbed a blanket off the couch and covered himself.

Ty wandered into the kitchen, "Danielle left a note saying that she took Mikey and Emily out for a walk and Yelina went with her," he said, eyeing a note from Danielle on the whiteboard that was on the wall next to the fridge. "Sully left a note that he went to wait at David and Ellie's school for them."

Bosco sighed as he rested his head on a pillow that he kept on the couch for sick days, "Have you actually told any of your friends that you're sick, Bosco?" Ty asked worriedly. "You should."

"I'm keeping you from your work, Davis," Bosco replied in a tired voice. "I'm going to have a nap."

Ty sighed, but instead of leaving, he looked around at the messy kitchen and sink filled with dirty dishes and knew that he should help because it was the right thing to do. Quickly radioing in that he was taking a meal break, Ty got his winter gear off, rolled up the sleeves of his uniform, and began to do the dishes.

Bosco frowned as he heard the clattering, but he was too tired to ask Ty to stop and he instead chose to relax himself into a sleep. Chemo was rougher than he had expected and he needed the rest badly.

As Ty worked, keys jingled outside and the door opened, "Davis, what are you doing?" Sully asked in a confused voice as he came into the apartment with Davis and Ellie and saw that Ty was doing dishes in his uniform while Bosco slept on the couch. "Did you run into Bosco down at the precinct?"

"I thought I'd help out a bit, Sul," Ty replied, drying his hands on a towel. "I was there when he told Chief Morris about his cancer, so I offered to drive him home. Why'd he take the subway and his feet?"

Sully looked annoyed, "Because Bosco is a stubborn brat," he replied firmly. "David, Ellie…"

"I know, Grandpa," David said quietly. "Do homework at the table and be quiet so Dad can sleep."

Ellie, however, took her winter gear off and crept over to the couch, "Daddy?" she asked quietly.

Bosco's eyes fluttered open and he smiled at Ellie, "Hey there, my Ellie," he replied quietly.

"Daddy, how come you're not in bed?" Ellie asked quietly. "You had your special medicine."

Bosco sighed softly as he slowly sat up, "Because Daddy doesn't like being so far away from everyone," he replied, gently pulling her on to his lap and holding her close. "How was school today, you two?"

"David got called to Mrs. Davis's office," Ellie said quietly. "I heard it over the intercom."

Bosco's eyes widened and David sighed, "I'm having trouble keeping up in gym," David spoke quietly. "The teacher makes us go outside once a week and it's really cold, so it's hard for me to run."

"You shouldn't even be running outside right now with your asthma," Bosco replied firmly.

David sighed, dumped his winter stuff in the boot area, and joined Bosco and Ellie on the couch, "I'll put your stuff away just this once," Sully spoke firmly. "But you know how to hang up your stuff, David."

"Tomorrow, I'll walk you guys to school and I'll talk to Mrs. Davis about getting you into an alternate gym program," Bosco said, holding David close to him. "I know you wanna run around outside, but that's not good for your asthma and I want you to be safe at school. Now, you and Ellie go do homework."

Nodding, David and Ellie got off the couch and went over to the table with their backpacks, "Yelina and Danielle took Michael and Emily shopping with them," Ty spoke up calmly. "Danielle left a note."

"Maybe after supper tonight, we'll get the tree and decorations out and decorate the apartment," Bosco spoke in a tired voice, watching as Davis got his gear back on. "Thanks for the ride home, Davis."

Ty nodded and motioned for Sully to walk him out, which he did, "Um, Bosco threw up outside his precinct today and some of the firehouse people over there were making fun of him, saying he had too much to drink last night," Ty said nervously as they lingered in the hallway. "I told them to stop…"

Sully sighed, "You can tell people if you want, Davis," he replied quietly. "Bosco's scared about it."

Ty sighed, but silently left and Sully went back into the apartment, sighing when he saw David and Ellie at the kitchen table doing schoolwork and heard retching coming from the bathroom, "I'll make some tea and soup for your dad," he said in a calm voice, determined to keep things as normal as possible.

New York Crime Lab

The break room was quiet, but John was grateful for it because it gave him a chance to feel sad about his father's cancer in private, whereas he had to put on an act in front of the other people at the lab because they expected him to be happy about his youthful intelligence. He had done well in the mock crime scene and had quietly excused himself from the mass of people who wanted to congratulate him simply because he didn't enjoy crowds. That, and thoughts of his sick father kept him quite somber.

As John sat near the window, silently helping himself to an afternoon nutria-bar, the door to the break room opened and Flack came in because he wanted coffee, but he froze when he saw John hiding in there, "Messer's singing your praises all around the lab, you know," Flack said in a kind voice.

John shrugged, but didn't say anything because he was trying to act brave in front of people, "I'm a CSI Trainee," he finally said quietly. "I'm sure he does that with all the trainees. I'm nothing special."

"There's a lab filled with people who disagree," Flack replied as he walked over to the coffee maker.

John silently covered his face because he could feel tears wanting to escape his eyes and he found himself crying quietly because he felt guilty over enjoying the opportunities he had while his father was unable to work due to his chemo treatments. Flack's eyes widened and he gaped at John in surprise.

"I didn't realize you were that upset about being praised," Flack said nervously. "I'm sorry."

Before John could offer a reply, Mac wandered into the break room and silently eyed John for a few moments before joining him at the window, "I'm assuming this teary moment has to do with the surgery your father had a while back," Mac spoke quietly. "I'm also assuming that the news wasn't good."

"Stage 2 testicular cancer," John replied softly, unable to lie to his mentor. "I offered to drop out of school and find a real job, but my parents told me to stay focused. I'm just worried about it."

Mac nodded and Flack cringed, "He's doing chemo right now," John continued, trying to compose himself because he didn't want to look weak. "Mom's getting shifts with FDNY where she can, but Michael and Emily are still really small and need lots of her attention most of the time. David and Ellie want to help so much, but they're really young. Grandpa and Grandma Sullivan are having a kid…"

"Your parents are smart people," Mac observed calmly. "You need to focus on your school and this and simply be there for them as they ask you to be. I do, however, think talking to someone might help you deal with the stress of everything. I'll leave that up to you, though, all right? You're dismissed for today."

John nodded, sighed, and silently left the room with his snack and his schoolbag, unaware that Mac and Flack were now discussing how to help his family out. As John reached the foyer, he was surprised to see his mother sitting beside a stroller that held a warmly dressed Michael and Emily while a heavily pregnant Yelina sat on the other side, "Mom, Grandma," he said gently. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought we'd come pick you up today," Danielle replied as she stood up. "How was your day?"

John smiled, "It was good," he replied, not wanting to tell his mother that he had been crying about his father's cancer because she was worried enough about it already. "How are you two doing?"

Calle Ocho – Miami, Florida

"…I love you too, Tim," Emily spoke in a quiet voice as she touched the screen. "Bye."

The call ended and Emily sighed softly as she set the headset on the desk before getting up and leaving her father-in-law's office. She came out into the restaurant and froze when she saw Anthony sitting with Warrick, "Excuse me, sir, can I help you?" she asked politely. "I don't work here, but I know how to…"

"Are you Emily Speedle?" Warrick asked softly, giving her a look. "I'm Warrick Brown and I'm from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I'm trying to look into what happened to your brother, Ryan. Can we talk?"

Emily sighed, "Have you come to tell me why the Vegas PD is holding Ryan prisoner?" she asked coldly.

"I'm here investigating Dennis Sackheim and Derek Stokes," Warrick replied quietly. "I knew Sackheim from a case he did in Miami a few years ago and he went on medical leave shortly after that case."

Emily frowned, "Have a seat," she replied. "This is my father-in-law, Anthony Speedle."

Warrick nodded, "I'm not sure Sackheim is in Miami anymore, but if you're here, that means he's not in Vegas," Emily replied in a concerned voice. "As for Derek Stokes, the Miami-Dade PD and New York PD are already looking for him because of crimes he committed in two states. I think Derek had a hand in Ryan's abduction because the ME of our Crime Lab saw him and he seems to have a wealth of knowledge. A girl named Emily Yokas and my niece, Jenny, are also probably involved in this."

"Your niece?" Warrick asked in a confused voice. "My information didn't mention her."

Emily suddenly looked very sad, "Ryan and I have an older brother named Tommy who is currently receiving in-patient treatment in the psychiatric unit at Miami-Dade Unviersity Hospital because Ryan had him moved from a correctional facility," she explained quietly. "With Ryan away, Tommy's well-being and care falls to me and to Tommy's wife. Jenny is Tommy's only daughter and she is already wanted for assaulting her now ex-boyfriend, who happens to also be my younger brother-in-law."

"My youngest son," Anthony offered quietly. "I'm running this restaurant on limited hours right now and when Emily's family center is ready, I will be closing this restaurant and opening a new one there."

Warrick immediately looked confused and Emily smiled, "My ex-husband, Bernard Marquez, left me millions in his will and also his businesses," she explained quietly. "I am turning one of his businesses from a nightclub into a family center and it will include a restaurant. It should be done by spring."

"Please, Ryan must be very scared," Anthony spoke anxiously. "Can you do nothing for him?"

Warrick sighed softly, "I wish I could, but Ryan can't even remember anything about what happened to him, so the investigation is stalled on our end," he replied quietly. "How's it going on this end?"

"I'm working as the MDPD psychologist, I'm raising two children, and I'm also looking into doing my doctorate online," Emily replied in a tired voice. "My husband, Detective Tim Speedle, is in Vegas with Ryan and I'm trying not to miss them too much. As far as I know, the investigation is also slow here."

Warrick nodded and Emily sighed tiredly, "Emily, perhaps you should go back to the house and have a nap," Anthony spoke gently. "Jason and Tony will be here in a bit to move some more things…"

It was then that Warrick noticed that a lot of the décor had been removed and only basic tables, chairs, dishes, glassware, and silverware remained, "I have mostly cleaned out the office except for the computer, but I have already taken all my personal information off of there," Anthony explained in a calm voice. "Ever since Tony was beaten, I don't feel safe working here in such an open area."

Warrick nodded and Emily got up, "I brought the van," she said in a tired voice. "See you later."

Sighing heavily, Emily silently went outside and across the street to the minivan. As she got inside, checked the rearview mirror as a safety precaution, and locked it, she suddenly noticed a man that resembled Nick Stokes hiding in the bushes nearby holding a gym bag. Beyond the man, Emily could see a dark van where an anxious looking Jenny was watching anxiously from the open back door.

Swallowing hard, Emily quickly got out her phone to call into the restaurant because she knew it would endanger the baby if she went back in and a bomb went off. The man dropped the bag in the bushes and quickly ran back to the van. As the van door slid shut, Emily and Jenny stared at one another.

The van quickly took off and Emily's eyes widened as the duffel bag suddenly exploded, engulfing the restaurant, the nearby shoreline, and her van. Swearing anxiously, Emily curled herself into a ball to shield herself and the baby from the damage.

Manhattan, New York

Juliana Morrison sighed bitterly as she watched John get into a taxi with his mother, a Colombian woman she didn't know, and two babies as the cabbie packed a stroller into the trunk. She had followed John and Lindsay from NYU to see what he was really up to since him working at a Crime Lab seemed unrealistic at his age. She didn't think much of Danielle or her children when they had lived in Vegas.

The cab drove off into the busy city and Juliana silently vanished into a nearby alley because she didn't want to appear as if she was stalking John to get to his mother. She knew that Danielle had asked John to get another advisor because of their past together and to her, Danielle was nothing more than a man-stealing, CSI wannabe who didn't know how to take responsibility for the pain she inflicted on others.

Swearing under her breath, Juliana hailed a cab and kept quiet as she endured the long ride through the traffic-filled streets back to her home. She couldn't afford cabs, but she needed to think of a new plan.

Soon enough, Juliana arrived home and found that Special Agent Sackheim was on her computer and looking like a kid at Christmas, "John Boscorelli is John Sullivan's grandson," Special Agent Sackheim said in an amused voice as he gazed at Juliana menacingly. "Ryan was looking for Sully's stepson and a girl named Lindsey Stetler on his own time and that's why I had him kidnapped and drugged into oblivion."

"I don't want to talk about John Boscorelli or his mother!" Juliana snapped. "Danielle seduced Nick Stokes back when we worked together at the Vegas Crime Lab and her precious little John is seducing older women and claims to be working at the New York Crime Lab! Like trashy mother, like trash son!"

Special Agent Sackheim gave her a look, "Perhaps paying a visit to the New York Crime Lab would calm you down some?" he suggested in a bored voice. "I know that Ryan was tortured and dumped in Vegas to die because I paid two Russians to do whatever they wanted with him. It's all Sully's fault he's there."

"Danielle asked John to stay away from me and John brushed me off when I tried to talk to him today!" Juliana snapped, glaring at the man. "He's not going to want to talk to me at the Crime Lab either!"

Special Agent Sackheim scoffed, "If I take you to the Crime Lab in a disguise and help you take control of the place with weapons, will you stop whining at me?" he asked in an annoyed voice, exasperated that he had to put his plan concerning Sully on hold because this mentally unstable woman had a vendetta against a woman that he didn't care about. "Do you know how many guns and stuff I brought with me?"

Juliana scoffed and Special Agent Sackheim sighed calmly, "Maybe attacking the Crime Lab and taking hostages will get Sully's attention and he can understand why Ryan's actions were so dangerous," Special Agent Sackheim said in a cold voice. "When Ryan started snooping into the whereabouts of Lindsey Stetler and Ray Caine Junior, my friends in Brazil got angry and ordered me to deal with it."

"So, you want to hurt John Boscorelli and innocent people at the Crime Lab in order to force this Ryan Wolfe guy and this Sully guy to back off on their search for missing kids?" Juliana asked in a surprised voice, horrified at what Dennis was really like. "I don't want to hurt innocent people…."

Special Agent Sackheim scoffed, "This is my show now, Juliana," he snarled. "You don't have a choice."

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