Okay, this is a new type of writing for me. I'm kind of doing a self insert by giving my charecter a lot of my traits. Since my real name is Alexx... with two x's i wont use that name so no one gets confused i am Tanya. this is also a tribute to my best freind Shannon who i havent talked to in ages. The house i will describe is just like the foster home i lived in and the other kids are real nightmares i lived with XD
I hope you enjoy this i really dont have much of a plot for it yet.
Missing
Chapter 1
Horatio screamed in pain as he was kicked again. His ribs cracked a little more and blood seeped down his face. He laid on his side with his hands and feet bound and endured the Russians' torture.
"We need to get him out of here," the leader said. "I think they know where we are."
"What do we do?" one of the mobsters asked.
"Dump him in an alley somewhere, he won't make it," the leader said. Horatio coughed some blood onto the floor. "And clean this place up," the mobster said and left. Three muscular men heaved Horatio into the backseat of a black Buick and peeled out of the warehouse.
Horatio had been missing for three days and the CSIs finally had his location. SWAT stormed the building but the Russians and their captive had already left.
"Damn it," Eric cursed and aimed an angry kick at a wooden crate.
"Easy Eric," Ryan cautioned. "We can't be far behind them."
"It's getting dark, who knows how much longer they'll keep him alive," Eric said with frustration.
"We have to keep trying," Calliegh said, equally as tired and frustrated.
Horatio was only on the edge of consciousness as the Buick sped through downtown Miami. It slowed down and stopped in a quiet part of the city. Everything went black and he was tossed out of the car into the dark, cold alley and left to die.
Tanya led an appaloosa horse into his stall and slid the wooden door behind him and locked it. The gelding nickered as she turned on the fan in the wall.
"Let's go T," her best friend Shannon yelled. "It's getting dark."
"Since when does the dark bother you?" Tanya shot back.
"Dark alleys bother me," Shannon griped.
"I'm coming," Tanya said and turned off the barn aisle lights.
"About time," Shannon said. "Marilyn is going to have a fit."
"The amazing thing is… I don't care!" Tanya said and they both laughed. They locked the tack room and started down the street. Shannon played with the flashlight and flashed it around.
"So what I am I in trouble for when I get home?" Tanya giggled. Shannon thought a moment.
"Uhh, nothing I think. She didn't yell at me today but Dillon got screamed at," Shannon laughed.
"For what?"
"Leaving his clothes on the floor," Shannon said. Tanya shook her head.
"Poor Dillon," Tanya laughed and they maneuvered through a dark deserted street. A car screeched its tires up ahead and sent some trash cans flying. "Looks like he's been taking lessons from you Shannon." Shannon punched her and they listened to the car drive away. The girls walked the way that the car had been.
"Oh that's why they sped away…" Shannon said with horror and lit up the red head's body.
"Holy shit," Tanya said.
"There is nothing 'holy' about 'shit'." Shannon said. "Let's go."
"We can't just leave him here," Tanya said.
"He's dead, it's none of our business," Shannon said.
"What if he's not? Give me that," Tanya said and took the flashlight. She walked over to Horatio and knelt down beside him. Placing her fingers on his bloody neck she felt for a pulse. "He's alive," she told Shannon who was still on the street. "Call 911." Shannon walked over cautiously and touched his neck as well.
"He is," Shannon said. "Hey isn't he that Lieutenant they were talking about on the news?"
"Wow, yeah he is," Tanya said and waited with Horatio while Shannon found reception on the street and called an ambulance.
Eric and Ryan flew through the streets in the Hummer and were the first to get to Horatio. Shannon waved to them and they slammed on the brakes and ran to Horatio's side. Tanya backed off.
"Who are you guys?" Eric asked.
"I'm Tanya Stewart and that is Shannon Heinz," Tanya said. Eric knelt beside Horatio.
"Why are you two back here?" Ryan asked.
"We are walking home from the horse stable," Tanya said.
"Why are you walking at this time?" Ryan asked and the girls shrugged.
"We are the oldest in the house, our foster mother figures we can handle it." Shannon said.
"How old are you two?"
"I'm 15 and she's 14," Tanya said.
"Okay, did you see anything?" Ryan asked. They could hear sirens in the distance.
"There was a black car, a Buick I think that sped away from here. It hit all those trash cans," Tanya said.
"Thank you Tanya, I want you girls to wait for an officer to take your fingerprints and DNA ok?" Ryan said.
"Yes sir," the girls said and waited on the other side of the street while an ambulance and several police cars pulled up.
"I feel like we found Waldo," Shannon said. Tanya laughed.
"I think we did," Tanya said and watched him be loaded into the ambulance. "I hope he'll be ok."
"Me too," Shannon said.
"And you thought he was dead," Tanya teased.
"Well did you see all that blood?" Shannon weakly argued.
"You are a loser," Tanya said and a blonde officer came up to them.
"You two found lieutenant Caine?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am," the girls said.
"I'm CSI Calliegh Duquesne, I'm going to take your fingerprints and another officer will take your statements. Afterward I'll take you two home," Calliegh said.
"Thank you Ms. Duquesne," Shannon said and their prints were taken and Frank questioned them. Calleigh took them back an hour after they had found Horatio.
"Do you need me to speak to your parents?" Calliegh asked.
"Trust us, you don't want to talk to her," Tanya said and Shannon nodded.
"Okay, but you might have to come up to the lab in the next few days," Calliegh said.
"Cool," the girls said. they saw Marilyn standing on the front porch.
"Is that her?" Calleigh asked.
"Wicked witch of the west," Tanya said dryly.
"You know what, I'll talk to her girls and maybe that will save you some yelling," Calliegh said.
"Okaaaayyy," the girls said and got out of the Hummer with Calliegh. The house was a small Victorian with light forest green painting.
"Upstairs," the small, graying woman growled. Tanya and Shannon gratefully slipped by her and sprinted up the old creaking stairs to the attic where their bedroom was. They had to go through the boys' room, through a door then up a small flight of stairs. Their rooms were on either side of the stairs.
"Poor Calliegh, we shouldn't have left her with Hitler. I hope she's not a Jew," Tanya said and they flopped onto their beds.
"What did you guys do?" Dillon asked from the bottom of the attic stairs.
"We found a dead body, we'll tell you about it tomorrow," Shannon giggled.
"What! Tell me now!" the ten year old demanded. He was another kid in their foster home.
"Tell you what?" another voice asked from his room.
"The girls killed someone!" Dillon babbled.
"Goodnight Dillon," Shannon yelled and dumped the contents of her laundry basket on his head from the balcony over the stairs.
"Eww," Dillon shrieked and went back to his bed.
"You'd better clean that up," Tanya said. The door flew open at the bottom of the stairs and banged off the wall. "Too late."
We actually would do that to the boys when they would try to get into our room XD
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