A/N: So here's the second chapter. I'm sorry it took so long. I've huge case of writers block for all my stories. I hope this long enough. I have ideas for the next chapter, but we'll see how things go.

Chapter Two

"My dear friend I want you to go up to Milwaukee and I want you to get rid of the CSIs that helped catch me."

"I can't do that Rob,"

"You can't. Let me rephrase it. I want them gone and out of the way for good. They will pay for putting me behind bars and don't forget to stop by Chicago and get rid of Mich Oliveira as well."

"I will not do it Rob."


Greg and Grissom were at the counter trying to make new arrangements sense their flight had been canceled. The plane that was suppose to come into Vegas and then take off to Miami, was grounded in Portland because of an ice storm. "We need to reschedule a flight to Miami, when does the next one leave?" asked Grissom.

"Tomorrow afternoon. Does that work?"

Grissom looked at his watch, it was nine pm now. "Yes, that will do," said Grissom hesitantly, knowing it was better then no flight at all.

"You know Gris maybe we should have just driven with Tony. He left yesterday morning. If he hasn't stopped driving he's probably in Miami by now," said Greg.

"Well complaining won't help us now," said Grissom.

He retrieved the tickets from the woman that helped them reschedule. They decided they would stay the night in the airport. Grissom's cell went off, he looked at the called id and saw that it was Catherine and knew she wouldn't interrupt the vacation time unless it was important.

"Catherine, what is it?" he asked picking up his phone.

"Gil, I'm so glad you answered. Where are you guys?"

"Greg and I are at the airport waiting for our plane tomorrow afternoon."

"And Tony."

"He left yesterday morning. He decided to drive down," replied Grissom.

"What?"

Grissom heard Catherine's shocked reply. "Catherine, What is the problem?"

"News has spread that Robert's broke out. There have been no sightings yet, but they suspect he's going to Miami or Vegas. They also think he might be working with somebody, but they don't have any idea who."

"Have you made contact with Ryan and Calleigh yet?" asked Grissom.

"No, I've tried calling Horatio as well, but they may be asleep you know. They do after all work days and they are three hours ahead of us," replied Catherine.

"Will you keep trying. We'll be at the lab in at least half an hour. We'll have until tomorrow afternoon to get back anyways," replied Grissom.

"Sure," responded Catherine and they both hung up.

Greg looked at Grissom suspiciously as Grissom continued to stare at his phone. "Gris, what is it?" asked Greg.

"We need to go to the lab for awhile Greg. Robert has broken out of prison."

Greg's stomach crawled with uneasiness for a second and then worry set in for his younger brother. "Does Ryan know?"

"I don't know, but I hope so," replied Grissom.


Anya walked into her parents room even though it was twelve at night and they were asleep, but her face was stained with tears due to a nightmare and she knew they wouldn't mind being woken up if she told them that. She walked over to her father's side and shook him gently. "Daddy," she said.

Ryan slowly and groggily woke up. Seeing Anya he sat up. "Anya what is it? Are you okay sweet heart?"

"I had a bad dream. It was really scary because this big scary old guy was standing over me and then I blinked and woke up and he wasn't there. I don't want to go back to my room incase he's still there waiting for me to go back to sleep."

"It was a dream sweetie. I'm sure it will be okay."

"But what if he's waiting for me in my dreams? Besides if I sleep with you and mommy you can chase him out my dreams," argued Anya.

Calleigh stirred next to him. "What's going on?" asked Calleigh.

"I had a bad dream Mommy. Can I please sleep with you and Daddy tonight."

Calliegh looked at her daughter's pleading eyes. "You know your suppose to be sleeping in your own bed now," said Calleigh.

"I know Mommy, but please just for tonight, so the bad man doesn't come back."

Calleigh looked from her husband to her daughter then nodded her head slowly laying back down. Anya let out a small sequel of relief and crawled up onto the bed and across her dad to lay between her parents. "Understand Anya, that this is only for tonight. Tomorrow you're back in your own bed," said Ryan as he lay back down.

"I know daddy, thank you," said Anya. There was moments silence before Anya talked again. "Daddy."

"Yes, Sweetie."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Soon all the Wolfe's were asleep once more.

A couple of hours slipped by. Ryan shifted in bed. He had been sleeping light ever sense he was woken by Anya and the houses atmosphere felt strange. He shifted again trying to get comfortable. It felt as if someone was standing over him. He slowly opened to instantly feel a hand close over his mouth. "Scream and I kill your daughter and wife," whispered a voice.

Ryan found himself staring into a face he least expected to see and felt as though he had been petrified. He couldn't move and horrible memories of four years ago rushed through his mind. Ryan slowly found enough strength to nod his head in understanding and try to ignore his biological father's gaze. "Good get up, slowly and quietly," whispered Robert again.

Ryan complied hesitantly, but did so, not wanting anything to happen to Calleigh or Anya. His father pushed him forward and out of the bedroom through the hall, down the stairs and through the living room to the front door. "Open the door," whispered Robert more harshly and slightly louder this time.

Ryan did this and felt Robert shove him through the door. Feeling Robert put pressure on the scare he had left behind, Ryan fought flinch, but knew he involuntarily had. They approached a van. Robert unlocked the van doors, opening it and shoving him in he slammed the door behind Ryan lock it. Ryan felt tears build in the corner of his eyes. This couldn't be happening, not again. He readjusted and curled his long legs up to his face and looked at the door. A few minutes went by and they still hadn't left. He heard footsteps approach and the back door opened again and he saw Calliegh get shoved in. The door slammed and locked again. Calleigh looked over to Ryan and saw he was on the verge of a breakdown. "Calleigh, what's he doing here? He's not suppose to be here, he's suppose to be in prison," whispered Ryan. "He said he'd leave you and Anya alone if I was quiet. I was, what is he doing. I don't want Anya to get hurt."

"Shh, Ryan, breath okay," said Calleigh.

Just then they heard a signal shot and both of them jumped in their skins. A few minutes later the front door opened and closed as Robert got in the drivers seat. "What you do you bastered?" yelled Calleigh.

"Somebody wasn't quiet," replied Robert and he speed away from the Wolfe house.


Tony was driving down a street in Miami it was close to midnight. He was on his way to the hotel. He was going to surprise. His younger nephew and his family with an early arrival by showing up at their house just in time for breakfast. He waited for the light to turn green before crossing the intersection. He was in the middle of it when he felt the sudden collision of another car hit the side of his own. The sound of metal against metal filled his ears and he felt his head swing forward and hit the steering wheel. There was then silence for a brief moment before there was noise again. He opened his eyes to see a Caucasian male possibly in his early forties come toward him. "Oh my god sir, I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying very good attention. Are you alright?"

Tony thrust open his door and slowly got out. "I'm not sure. We should exchange information and call 911 just incase any of us are hurt more then we think," said Tony holding his fingers to a gash on his forehead.

"Sorry, I.. I can't do that," said the Caucasian man.

Tony looked at the man perplexed. "Why's that? Do you not have a cell phone?"

"No, I have one. I just can't," replied the man.

Tony didn't have time to respond as the other man swung at him hitting him in the head with something. What it was Tony didn't know because with in seconds he was in a world of black.


A/N: So there's the next chapter. The question here is Anya really dead? I've already decided. Also I want to know if I should include Mich Oliveria if i did he defiantly wouldn't die b/c he's a special character that I based off my very hilrious funny JR. history teacher who creeply sometimes deepending on the view and clothes and how the hair is worn that day looks like Seth Green. (This is creepy b/c Seth is one of my favorite actors and I find him sort of attractive and well yeah... lets not go there.) any ways just imagine Mich looking like Seth. Please Review. StoryDreamer