Horatio stared in shock as he watched Calleigh walk into the building, her left shoulder heavily bandaged. Her face was pale and drawn, but there was a glint of determination in her eyes that made people get out of her way. A few steps behind, Eric followed her, a look of frustration on his face that was clear to everyone.

"Calleigh," he said slowly when she approached them. "You should be resting."

"I heard what happened," she replied. "I can't just sit in a hospital bed when they have Ryan. I won't sit this one out, Horatio."

"I'm sorry, H," Eric interjected. "But I figured manhandling her into staying in the hospital would do more harm than good."

"It's alright, Eric." He turned back to the petite woman standing in front of him. "But I need you to be careful, Calleigh. If we get Ryan but lose you, that's not an acceptable price. Do you understand me?"

She nodded. "Absolutely. So what do we know?"

"Not much," Jack answered as he and Chloe walked into the room. "We haven't figured out who the mole is yet."

"Mole?" Eric asked.

"That's the only explanation," Chloe told him. "I checked your systems. Nobody hacked in. That means that someone who knew about the convoy told Cold K's men. That's how they knew where you'd be."

"A mole in the department," Horatio mused. "I don't like the sound of that."

"We get them all the time at CTU," Chloe muttered.

"I'm not sure that's something we wanted to admit," Jack told her under his breath.

She shrugged. "I don't think it really matters at this point."

"You've had experience with this," Calleigh interrupted. "So what do we do now?"

Chloe frowned, thinking. "I need a list of everybody who knew about the convoy. Including us and everyone who went with you guys. Then we go through their files and see who would have a reason to do this."

"We don't have time for that," Eric objected. "They have Ryan, and we have no way of knowing how long it will be before they decide that they don't need him anymore and just –"

Calleigh's face paled significantly as she realized what Eric was saying. But her voice was steady when she spoke.

"Chloe is right. It's the only chance we have right now. I'll go get Natalia. We're going to need all the help we can get."

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Calleigh could barely stand the tension that was coursing through her body. Every time she let her mind wander to Ryan and what the drug dealers might be doing to him, her stomach twisted into a hundred painful knots, and she had to fight to keep herself from being sick. She realized that her concern for him went deeper than just as a colleague or a friend, and the thought struck her hard. It had been so long since she had been able to open up to a guy again, and only once he had been taken did Calleigh come to see just how much she cared for Ryan.

Chloe could feel the worry rolling off of Calleigh in waves. She sat next to the small blonde, glancing over at her every now and then. Eric, Jack and Horatio were at the hospital, questioning the injured officers from the convoy, and Natalia had left the room to get them some more coffee. Chloe was surprised how much she found herself liking Calleigh, especially considering she disliked most people.

"It'll be okay," she said abruptly, inwardly wincing at her own hollow-sounding words.

The other woman looked up at her and smiled.

"Thanks."

"You really care about him, don't you?"

Calleigh nodded. "Yeah. I guess I didn't realize how much before today."

"He was really worried about you before. When you got shot. Kept arguing with the doctors to let him see you."

"Really?"

Chloe nodded. "Are you two…I mean…nevermind. It's none of my business."

Calleigh laughed at her lack of tact.

"It's okay, Chloe," she heard herself say. "We're not. But I'd like to."

"You should tell him."

Smirking, Calleigh turned the tables.

"What about you and Jack?"

She frowned. "What about me and Jack?"

"Are you two…?"

"No."

"But you have feelings for him."

"I do not."

"Chloe, it's okay. It's obvious in the way you two look at each other. I'm actually really surprised to hear that you're not already together."

The analyst looked down at frowned at the papers in front of her.

"Jack doesn't feel that way about me."

"Oh yes he does."

"Believe me, I'm not his type."

Calleigh reached out and rested a hand on the other woman's arm gently, ignoring how she tensed up at the contact.

"Chloe, believe me. The only thing in that man's eyes when he looks at you is love. It may not look like you fit together on the outside, but I've seen you work together and you're completely in sync. Whenever he's around you, I can see his hand twitching, like he's trying to keep himself from reaching out to touch you. That's not just a friend thing."

Chloe hated it, but she found herself believing Calleigh's words.

"You really think so?"

Calleigh nodded. "I do."

Chloe gave her a small smile.

"Okay."

They returned to the task at hand then, pouring over the files on anyone with knowledge of the convoy. They didn't put any of them aside until they were sure they could rule them out as a possible suspect, and the going was slow. But they kept moving ahead, knowing that this might be the only chance that Ryan had of getting out of this alive.

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"I've got it!" Natalia cried out twenty minutes later.

The other two women got up immediately, moving so that they could look at the file over her shoulder.

"Raymond Gutara. I pulled his financials and there are a series of pretty big deposits that don't coincide with his paycheck."

"Anything else?" Calleigh asked anxiously.

"Yeah. This morning, just before the convoy left, there was a fifty-thousand dollar deposit into his ING account."

"I'd say that makes him our guy then."

Chloe pulled out her phone and immediately dialed Jack's number.

"Bauer."

"Raymond Gutara."

"That's our guy?"

"Natalia pulled his financials. He got a big deposit this morning before the convoy got hit."

"Hang on." She heard him talking quietly with someone else, and she guessed that it was Horatio or Eric. "Chloe?"

"Yeah?"

"He's here. Looks like he got injured when one of the vehicles flipped over."

"Okay. What are you going to do?"

"Whatever I have to."

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"So what do we do?" Eric asked as they headed to the room Gutara was in.

"I'm going to have a chat with him," Jack answered.

"Wait," he said, grabbing the agent's arm and making him stop. "What are you going to do to him?"

"Whatever I have to."

"You can't torture him."

Jack shook Eric's hand off and stepped closer to him.

"Look, they have your friend. And when they decide he no longer serves a purpose, they will kill him. And then they'll leave, and we'll never find them. None of them will ever pay for what they did to Ryan, or Calleigh or to Chloe and I. I'm not about to let that happen." He moved down the hall once again.

"Let him go, Eric," Horatio said.

"H, you're not really going to let him do this, are you?"

"I have no doubt that Jack is willing to do anything he has to in order to get the information we need. But I don't think it will get that far."

"Why not?"

"Because Officer Gutara didn't run, Eric. His injuries weren't that bad. He could have fled. But he didn't."

"You think he wanted to get caught?"

"I do, Eric. I do."

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Jack came striding back out of the room exactly twelve minutes later. He moved quickly, grabbing Eric and Horatio and dragging them along with them.

"Call the girls," he ordered. "They're heading for international waters."

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Their boats flew across the water, the spray soaking their faces and clothes. Off in the distance, they could see Cold K's large boat moving as far away from American waters as quickly as they could. As they neared their target, Eric hunkered down in the back of the boat, out of sight from anyone looking at the vessel head on.

"You ready?" Horatio asked, kneeling beside him.

Eric nodded.

"Alright. As soon as we slow down, slip into the water. The engines will mask any sounds you might make."

"Got it."

"And Eric? Be careful."

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"Miami-Dade PD and Federal Agents!" Jack roared. "Cut your engines and prepare to be boarded!"

"To hell with that!" someone yelled.

Gunfire erupted then. The police officers threw themselves down, taking refuge behind anything that they could. Jack was back up immediately, firing his own weapon and sending one man screaming into the water as he clutched his chest. Chloe crouched next to him, sending shots of her own up into the boat before them. Jack hadn't wanted her to come; he had done everything he could short of tying her down to make her stay back at the police station. But she had insisted on coming, refusing to let him out of her sight again until this whole thing was over. They were too far out for their comm. Units to be of any use, and she wasn't going to sit around twiddling her thumbs while he chased down the bad guys.

The gunfight raged on, with both sides taking heavy casualties. Horatio's worry began to rise as the standoff continued, and he wondered how much longer they could hold their position. They had already lost more men than he had expected, and they didn't seem any closer to overtaking their adversaries.

A sudden explosion rocked Cold K's boat, ripping the back to pieces as the air was suddenly alive with debris. Screams and cries of pain reached Horatio's ear as Cold K's men got caught in the blast, and he saw bodies littering the water along with the flotsam and jetsam. The gunfire coming from above slowed significantly, and the officers below began to gain the upper hand.

"Horatio Cane!" a voice bellowed from above.

He looked up to see Cold K standing in the bow of his boat. His eyes narrowed as he saw that he was holding Ryan in front of him, a gun pressed to the CSI's temple.

"Put down your weapons!" the drug dealer yelled. "Or I blow his head off."

Everyone had frozen, caught off-guard by the new situation. The officers kept their weapons out, but they stopped shooting, none wanting to cause the death of one of their own.

"I'm not playing!" Cold K told them as he tightened his grip on Ryan. "If you don't put your weapons down in two seconds, I swear I'll put a bullet in this boy's brain!"

"Like hell you will."

Cold K's eyes widened as a low voice came from behind him. Before he had time to turn around, a lone shot rang out and a bullet ripped through his head, killing him instantly. His body toppled to the ground as Eric stepped forward, his diver's suit still dripping wet.