Here's another little idea I had. I hope no one is bored with these; this one has a different twist to it.
This story takes place about a year after "Time Bomb."
And, I'm going to let Jesse live.
I don't own CSI Miami and I am not making profit off this, et cetera.
All he could hear was ringing.
The open space in the wall blurred and shifted as he swayed and stumbled to the rubble strewn floor. Rick coughed and spluttered as he wobbled to his feet to avoid being trampled underfoot as hundreds scrambled for freedom.
He picked his way over the remnants of the wall and dashed into the courtyard. The convict braced for a death shot to his back but it never came. Bullets ricocheted off the pavement and fence. Everyone headed through a cut in the fence and into the bare land beyond.
Life seemed to move in slow motion for a few moments as Rick coped with the condition of his ears. He also felt blood falling down his face from a cut on his forehead. He saw a car and face he recognized and ran to him.
Ron Saris impatiently waited as Rick climbed into the jeep. The former cop knew that he was pressing his luck and Ron would want something in return for this favor, but at least he'd live.
"Thanks," Rick managed to say through the fog of the ringing in his ears. Ron muttered something Rick couldn't decipher and sped into the outskirts of the city. They parked in a back alley and Rick heard the click of a gun's hammer.
"You screwed up." Ron growled. Rick looked down the barrel of the Glock, too tired to care. "I should blow your brains out but I don't want to make a mess of my car."
"What do you want?" Rick asked.
"You'll see," Ron said and drove for another half mile or so. Rick could hear the faint whining of sirens and buffer of the rotors on a helicopter. He looked back and watched a spotlight roam over the tops of buildings and streets. Ron stopped at an abandoned office building and forced him out of the car. They walked through a door that had been boarded then freed from its confines. The hallways were dark and the floor was rough in places. Rick stumbled a few times in the dark and Ron would curse and jerk him back onto his feet.
He was pushed into a room and the door was slammed and locked behind him. Rick looked around and only a sliver of light found its way through a lone crack in the wall. There was an old mattress on the floor in the corner of the room.
"Get your sleep, you'll need it," Ron's muffled voice came through the door. Rick sighed and fell onto the rough square.
This could be my silver lining, Rick thought glumly.
Please give me some feedback so I know if I should continue or not.