As I said previously I don't own CSI Miami or anything to do with it.

Chapter 2

Shannon sat between the two men in the back of the pick-up. She couldn't stop shaking and was silently crying. She couldn't believe this was happening on her birthday. What did they want with her? What were they going to do? The man in the front seat turned around to her.

"You do what you're told and you won't get hurt! You keep quiet and sit still or you end up like him. Got it?"

Shannon looked down at the man who had tried to help her. His hands and feet were taped together and his mouth had a piece of tape over it too. There was blood on the back of his head but he seemed to be coming round. She nodded slowly.

"Take the tape off." The man on her left reached up and ripped the tape off. She breathed in sharply at the pain but didn't cry out.

The man on the floor shifted slightly.

"Is he ok?" she asked quietly. The man on her right looked down then stamped as hard as he could on Horatio's ribs making him grunt in pain.

"He's fine. Now shut up or he'll get a lot more than that!" The man on the floor looked up at her with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen and nodded to let her know he was ok. She nodded back then sat back and stared out of the window as they travelled on in silence.

Horatio's head was throbbing and his ribs hurt as he breathed but he knew it was only bruising. He could see nothing from his position on the floor but was straining his ears to pick up anything that might give him a clue as to where they were going.

They seemed to have been travelling for quite a while when they came to a stop. Without a word the man got out of the pick-up. He pulled Shannon with him and Horatio could hear a sliding door of a van open then shut. Then he heard voices talking about him.

"What are we gonna do man?"

"I say we take him with us."

"What? Are you crazy? He's probably a cop; he'll be more trouble than it's worth. Let's off him now."

"You gonna kill a cop? You stupid? Listen, we can have a bit of fun with him. How often you wanted to smack a cop? We got our own pet cop to play with. No-one knows where he is. We can do what we want with him. Then, when it's all over we'll just dump both of them." Don said with a wicked grin.

The others laughed.

"Yeah man, good idea." Jimmy smiled.

"Ok, Jimmy and Dan put him in the van. Let's get moving. Rico, torch the pick-up" Don ordered.

Horatio mentally let out a sigh of relief. At least they were keeping him alive and the longer he was alive the more chance his team had of finding him and the girl.

He felt someone grab his feet and pull him roughly out of the pick-up onto the dirt. He didn't get much chance to look at his surroundings but turned his body so that the back of his head where he'd been hit and bleeding touched the soil. He wasn't sure if his idea would work but he hoped he'd left some blood there for one of his team to find.

Then two of the men took an arm each and dragged him across to the waiting van and threw him inside. He landed on the girl, but she said nothing and helped him to sit up with his back against the side of the van. Two of the men sat opposite, one of them with a gun pointed at them. There was a loud whompf! from outside as the pick-up burst into flames then the fourth man got into the passenger seat. As they drove off Horatio stared at the two men across from him. They both still had their masks on and he could only see their eyes, but he looked at them intently trying to memorise them. The man with the gun couldn't take the deep blue eyes boring into him. He held the gun at Horatio's head. "Stop looking at me!"

Horatio knew he was getting at him, so he continued.

"I said stop! Stop now or I'll hurt the girl!" With that the gunman leant over and put the gun to the girl's forehead. She started crying and tried to back away. Horatio didn't want to chance them hurting her so he slowly looked down at the floor.

"Good, now stay that way til we stop or she'll get hurt." The rest of the journey was in silence. They travelled for what seemed like hours. Horatio didn't look up the whole time, but he did keep looking sideways at the girl, checking on her every now and then. She sat with her knees up to her chest with her taped hands resting on them. She stared straight ahead, not moving. Her spikey hair was a bit flat now, and tears had streaked her pretty face. He guessed she must be fifteen or sixteen, and he knew she must be terrified, but as least she was staying calm and quiet. He looked at her clothes-new Converse, denim shorts, and a soccer shirt of some kind. He could see nothing overly unusual, nothing giving him any clues as to why the gang had kidnapped her. His thoughts turned to his team, they would know by now he was missing and would be pulling all the stops out to find him. He just hoped it was soon. For the girl's sake.

Sorry it's be bit short.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. There is plenty more to come.