Three Days Later

North Shore Hospital – Miami, Florida

Sully sighed heavily, keeping an arm around John as they entered the hospital after being given permission to come visit. They had tried to come as soon as they had arrived in Miami, but the hospital said that Bosco was in too serious of a condition to receive visitors at the time. Not wanting to turn around and head back to New York without Bosco, John, Ty, and Sully had sightseen to pass time.

Ty had come with them to Miami, but he had gotten his own hotel room and figured that Sully and John should be the first to visit Bosco due to the circumstances, plus he wanted to see what he could find out about Carlos's whereabouts. Sully was hoping that Bosco would be actually up for visitors today.

"This is a big hospital," John mused as they lingered at the desk waiting for assistance. "Where…?"

John's eyes suddenly widened as he saw a familiar face come into the ER, "Officer LaRusso!" he called out in an anxious voice, immediately attracting the older man's attention. "Where…where's my dad?"

"I go by Detective Caine now, actually," Robert replied calmly as he walked over to John and Sully.

John nodded, "The hospital knows you are coming and considering the circumstances, the visiting hours are waived for both of you," Robert explained calmly. "Before I take you to him, I should explain that he's got bacterial pneumonia that includes a fever; blood poisoning that stemmed from the infected wound in his leg; a bullet wound that was surgically tended to; and severe dehydration. He's on intense antibiotics and fluids as well as oxygen. The MDPD has 24 hour guard detail outside of his room."

Sully's eyes widened and John looked worried, but both kept their thoughts to themselves as they followed Robert up through the hospital to Bosco's room. Tripp was lingering outside of the room talking with Horatio, both of them surprised as they saw Sully and John follow Robert off the elevator.

"John Sullivan, you're looking well," Horatio observed kindly, gazing at John. "How are you?"

John sighed, "Um, my siblings and I were officially adopted by my dad after he and my mom married," he explained quietly. "I go by Boscorelli or Sullivan-Boscorelli. I'm doing well and I'm just happy that my dad's still alive."

Horatio nodded and John frowned as he looked through the window into the room. Bosco was lying in bed asleep with IV's in both arms and a central line in his chest; a blood pressure cuff on one arm that was attached to a machine; a clip sat on his left index finger that was attached to another machine while electrodes sat on his chest sending readings to a heart monitor. A mask covered his pale face while a blanket and gown covered his battered body. A wallet, a ring, and a cross necklace sat on the table.

Without waiting for permission, John silently entered the room and took a seat beside the bed, setting his diabetes pack on the floor, "Hey, Dad, how are you?" he asked softly, taking Bosco's hand in his own.

There was a silence and Bosco's hand twitched against John's for a few moments before Bosco's eyes fluttered open. Bosco slowly reached up and pushed the mask off of his face before sighing tiredly.

"Hey," Bosco replied in a tired voice, groggy from all the medication. "It's good to see you, kiddo."

John nodded, "Grandpa and I came down," he spoke softly. "Mom…Mom had the babies early."

Bosco's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't say anything, relaxing as John picked up the mask and gently returned it to his face, "You should probably keep that on, Dad," John said calmly. "Til you feel better."

"Actually, I think we can move him to a nasal tube," a kind voice spoke as a doctor entered the room.

John looked up and saw a Hispanic man with dark hair standing in the doorway wearing green scrubs and a lab coat that had a hospital ID clipped to the pocket, "I'm Doctor Montoyan," the man said in a kind voice as he approached the bed. "I've been your father's doctor since he was brought in."

Nodding, John watched as Dr. Montoyan checked the machines and gently removed the mask, quickly replacing it with a nasal tube before the readings changed, "…My throat's dry," Bosco whispered.

"I'll get a nurse to bring you some ice," Dr. Montoyan replied calmly. "Just relax, all right?"

Bosco nodded and sighed, "I'm tired," he whispered, closing his eyes. "I feel like crap."

Outside the room, Robert sighed, "Hey, Sully, I gotta go now, but it was good seeing you," he said in a tired voice. "I have a meeting at the PD and it takes some time to get over there from here."

"Where are your boys at?" Sully asked in a concerned voice. "Why are you meeting with the PD?"

Horatio gave Sully a look, "I had to kill two Russian guys who went after Ryan at Bernard's request and it might have something to do with Carlos," Robert explained calmly. "A neighbor is watching my boys."

Miami-Dade Police Department/Crime Lab

"…You are a Spanish fool," Ty heard a heavily accented voice say as he stepped off the elevator on to the lab floor to see what he could find out about Carlos. "Sooner or later, you are going to break…"

Ty froze as Calliegh suddenly came into view, "Excuse me," he called out. "Are…are you a cop?"

"Can I help you with something?" Calleigh asked in a confused voice. "You look upset."

Ty nodded and showed his ID and NYPD badge, "My name is Ty Davis," he explained in an anxious voice, gazing at Callieigh. "I'm an Anti-Crime Lieutenant from New York. Carlos Nieto…he's my best friend."

Callieigh gave Ty a confused look, "I came down with Sully and Bosco's eldest son, John, and they're over visiting Bosco at the hospital," Ty explained shakily. "We've been here for three days, but Bosco's…"

"Horatio mentioned he was going over there," Calliegh replied softly. "Carlos hasn't been found."

Ty nodded, "Can I help at all?" he offered in a worried voice. "I know I'm not a CSI, but…"

Calliegh nodded and motioned for him to follow her to the AV Lab, "Dave, what did you find on that videotape?" she asked as she and Ty entered the lab. "This is Lieutenant Davis of NYPD Anti-Crime."

"Dave Benton, AV Tech," Dave replied calmly, nodding at Ty. "A tape was dropped off at the PD yesterday and I was asked to analyze it. I watched it once, but I'll watch it again with you here."

Ty frowned as Dave quickly rewound the tape and Callieigh's eyes widened as he pressed PLAY and a large lavish room appeared on the screen. Carlos lay blindfolded and bound on the floor and appearing unable to move. A large man dressed in black and masked was injecting something into his back.

"Does that feel nice, Carlos?" Carlos, who had been blindfolded for the call, heard a cold voice ask as he felt a needle enter his back. "You started whining about your back when you regained consciousness…"

Carlos trembled, unable to fight or move because his hands and feet were still bound and his back had been locked in a permanent spasm since Memmo had hit him to the floor, "Does ze Spanish boy like the drug?" a Russian voice spokes Carlos felt his hair being pulled. "A little morphine eez good for ze soul."

"Morphine?" Carlos asked in a shaky voice, trembling as he suddenly felt his heartbeat change. "Ohh…"

A hearty chuckle filled the air as Carlos whimpered and began to breathe heavily, quickly reacting to the minimal dose of morphine that he had been given, "This will break him sooner or later," he said in a cold, amused voice, smiling at the man as he put the syringe in a box he had brought with him.

"Zat brat of mine is why ze kidnapping on Ryan Wolfe failed," the man hissed, his accent strong.

"Dimitri here is going to give you a dose of this every eight hours until you agree to help me die in a peaceful way, Little Carlos," a tired voice spoke calmly. "Eventually, you'll break over it."

Carlos gritted his teeth, struggling not to pass out as intense nausea filled his body, "Dimitri, watch little Carlos for now, will you?" a voice said in a casual voice. "I need to rest and take disgusting medicine."

"I will keep trying to persuade young Carlos in other ways while you rest," the man promised.

Footsteps filled the air and the masked man reached into his pocket and unfolded his collapsible baton, smiling at the running camera in the corner of the room as he struck Carlos repeatedly with it.

"The date stamp on this tape was three days ago," Dave said in a worried voice. "There isn't…"

Ty looked confused, "Someone kidnapped Carlos because they want Carlos to kill them?" he asked.

"I'm not surprised that Bernard would involve my father," a dark voice said from the doorway.

Callieigh, Ty, and Dave turned to see Robert standing behind him, "Dimitri LaRusso's the guy in the mask," Robert explained quietly. "I haven't seen my father since I was a boy, but I remember…"

"Detective Caine, it's good to see you got here quickly," Calleigh said in a quiet voice.

Robert nodded, "Davis, what are you doing here?" he asked in a confused voice.

"Holly asked me to come find Carlos," Ty explained calmly. "You're a detective now?"

Robert sighed, "Yes," he replied calmly. "My neighbor is watching my children for me."

"Oh, is that where Natalia is on her day off?" Calliegh asked, a smile on her face.

Robert gave Callieigh a look, but nodded, "Who's Natalia?" Ty asked in an amused voice.

"Shut up, Davis," Robert replied firmly. "Dave, can you replay the video and catch me up?"

Angel of Mercy Hospital – New York, New York

Danielle gently kissed Ellie's head and stroked David's hair as they lay asleep on the bed with her, having come to visit her that morning with Kim. Kim had since left, but had let David and Ellie stay there.

Her phone lay on the portable table filled with text messages from her father that Maurice was now allowed visitors and John was sitting with him as he slept. For that, Danielle was very grateful.

What pained Danielle, however, was the most recent examination that she had gotten by her doctor and what the bleeding meant. The doctor had done more tests and had declared that a hysterectomy would be necessary because cysts had been found on her ovaries and uterus after the C-section. The hysterectomy had been scheduled for later in the week and she was on medication until then.

"Danielle, you called?" Yelina asked softly as she came into the room. "I had a prenatal appointment anyway, so I was here."

Danielle nodded and sighed, "I have to have a hysterectomy later in the week," she spoke softly.

"I will be able to look after David and Ellie, don't worry," Yelina replied gently. "It's okay."

Danielle sighed, "I feel better knowing that Maurice is alive, but I'd love to hear his voice and feel his touch," she spoke in a shaky voice, as tears filled her eyes. "I wish he could be here to see Michael and Emily…"

Yelina sighed patiently, sat down, and took Danielle's trembling hand in her own.

North Shore Hospital – Miami, Florida

"…Officer Boscorelli?"

Bosco sighed and opened his eyes, relieved to see that John was seated in the corner of the room eating a balanced lunch while Sully sat by his bed. Horatio was seated in another chair beside the bed.

"I'm sorry to wake you up, but I was doing my protection detail when a nurse came in to change your IVs and you exhibited some peculiar behavior according to your son and your father-in-law," Horatio explained in a concerned voice. "It was a female nurse and when she touched you, you pulled away in your sleep and you mumbled that you didn't want to be touched anymore. Would you…?"

"No, I wouldn't," Bosco replied sharply. "If my wife got wind of what happened, she'd leave…"

John froze and stopped eating his lunch, "Dad, were you assaulted?" he asked in a quiet voice.

Sully frowned and Bosco paled, "Sully, I swear I didn't give consent," Bosco said anxiously, seeing Sully's face.

"Consent?" Horatio asked in a confused voice. "Officer Boscorelli, I don't understand…"

Bosco sighed heavily, "Nieto and I were taken to this nice house in this crappy neighborhood and this female doctor was there along with some kid," he explained shakily. "The doctor said I was attractive and I showed her my ring and told her I was married. I was knocked out by some blonde guy after I argued and spat at him, but I heard him address the doctor as Doctor Price and said that she was free to do whatever she wanted with me. When I woke up, I was in just my pants and work shirt and I was on this bed with my legs tied to the bedposts. I was never fully unconscious and I could feel her talking to me and I think she might have kissed me at one point, but I just felt so heavy that I couldn't fight. I had vaguely heard someone saying that she was going to take what she wanted and I…"

It was then that Horatio noticed a rather large bruise on Bosco's neck that looked like teeth marks, "She argued with some dude named Jason Wolfe about my leg and then I felt a poke in my arm before passing out," Bosco spoke, his voice shaking. "The next time I woke up, I was sick and warm."

Sully went very pale and Bosco looked at his blanket, "You have a bruise on your neck that seem to have some teeth marks in it," Horatio spoke quietly. "Would you mind if I took an impression of it?"

Bosco sighed, "Dad, it's okay," John spoke as he finished his meal and came over to the bed."

"Your mother's going to see my neck and think I was screwing around on her," Bosco growled.

Horatio sighed, "Doctor Montoyan said that when you were dumped here five days ago, your temperature was 103 and there were several different sedatives and painkillers in your system that made you oblivious to everything around you," he spoke calmly. "You were also suffering from severe dehydration and it was very obvious that you were incapable of moving and had been for a while."

"It's okay, Dad," John said in a quiet voice as he lowered the bedrail and sat on the bed, gently putting an arm around Bosco. "I know it's never easy to deal with it when something like this happens to you, but it's not your fault. You were sick and injured and some crazy doctor drugged you and took…"

Bosco started to cry and John pulled him into a hug, prompting Horatio to move over to the door where a uniformed officer sat, "Put out an APB on a Jason Wolfe," Horatio ordered grimly as he spotted Dr. Montoyan just down the hall at the call station. "Doctor Montoyan, I have a request to make…"

Miami-Dade Police Department/Crime Lab

Robert sighed softly as he sat in his office, silently looking at the very last photo of him and his mother that was ever taken before her murder. His mother was older than his uncle, but she had the same strawberry blonde hair and piercing blue eyes as his uncle. He had his father's dark hair and blue eyes.

"Detective Caine," Robert suddenly heard a gentle voice say. "Do you have a moment?"

Recognizing Natalia's voice, Robert looked up, "Is that your mom?" Natalia asked softly.

"She was killed when I was a child," Robert spoke softly, gazing at Natalia. "I…"

Natalia nodded and Robert returned the photo to his desk, "Rick came and said he would look after Lenny, BJ, and Adam and thanked me for helping out," she spoke softly. "Are you okay?"

"I think my father was involved in Carlos Nieto's kidnapping," Robert replied softly. "A tape was dropped at the lab this morning and it was a tape of a masked guy torturing Carlos with morphine and a collapsible baton. A voice also told Carlos that he would eventually break and help him die, but I didn't recognize the voice. I did, however, recognize my father's voice underneath that mask…"

Natalia nodded and Robert sighed as tears filled, prompting Natalia to gently wipe his eyes with her hands and gently caressed his face, "We have to be discreet at work," Robert spoke softly, not pulling away when Natalia kissed him gently and quickly found himself returning the kiss. "That feels nice…I love your kisses, Natalia."

Not wanting to get caught by other officers, Natalia slowly stopped and sighed, "I got a call from Horatio," she said in a professional voice. "He's at North Shore Hospital with Officer Boscorelli and it turns out that Officer Boscorelli was sexually assaulted while in captivity and under heavy sedation. Horatio's taken an impression of a bite mark from Officer Boscorelli's neck and the doctor is doing a rape kit…"

Swallowing hard, Robert sighed and reached for the phone, "I'm guessing Sully wants me to call Danielle and explain things?" he asked, his heart heavy when Natalia nodded. "Would you stay while I call?"

"Of course," Natalia replied, taking a seat in an empty chair as Robert picked up the phone and dialed.

Angel of Mercy Hospital – New York, New York

"I hope you don't mind that I bought Michael and Emily carriers and some other things I know you and Bosco hadn't gotten to yet," Holly said in a quiet voice as she sat beside Danielle's bed. "Actually, Stu started a collection and he's getting FDNY officers and EMS teachers from all over the city to contribute money to a fund for your family. I can work and Tommy and Kylie and I are doing okay, but…"

Danielle sighed shakily, "Jimmy said he's out trying to bag my family a bigger apartment cause our place is too small for five kids and two parents," she spoke tiredly. "I don't know how long it will be before Maurice will be well enough to come home because they're not gonna let him fly with bacterial pneumonia and blood poisoning and he hates trains. He could be there for the rest of the…"

Danielle's phone suddenly buzzed as it sat on the portable table and Holly picked it up, quickly passing it to Danielle, "Hello?" Danielle asked in a tired voice, sighing softly. "Oh, hi there Bobby…"

There was quiet talking and Danielle suddenly gasped softly, "What?" she asked in a concerned voice.

Holly frowned as Danielle sighed, "Thank you for telling me, Bobby," she spoke in a tired voice.

The call ended and Danielle was silent for a moment before she dialled her father's cell number.

North Shore Hospital – Miami, Florida

"I'm finished, Officer Boscorelli," Dr. Montoyan spoke calmly, gently lowering Bosco's legs, taking care to put his left leg back on the pillow so it could heal. "Lieutenant Caine, can I have a word outside?"

Sully eyed Bosco, who had drifted off in John's arms during the exam, and John, "You are gonna make an amazing CSI, kiddo," he spoke quietly, gazing at John. "You're doing good at keeping your dad calm."

John nodded, "I've been in his shoes, Grandpa Sully," he spoke softly. "I know how he feels…"

Sully's cell buzzed in his pocket and he sighed as he checked it, "Hi Danielle," he said as he answered it.

"Danielle?" Bosco asked groggily, hearing his wife's name as he opened his eyes. "She knows…"

Sully sighed and held the phone up to Bosco's ear, "Danielle," Bosco spoke in a groggy voice. "I…"

"Maurice, it's okay," John heard his mother say in a gentle voice. "I love you and we'll get through this together whenever they let you come home. I know it will be a hard road, but I'll walk it with you."

Bosco sighed groggily, "I…I love you, Danielle," he spoke in a tired voice. "I'm all cried out right now."

"I love you too, Maurice," John heard his mother say softly. "Get some rest. We'll talk again soon."

As Bosco drifted off, Sully took the phone away and silently returned it to his pants pocket.

Inpatient Psychiatric Care - Miami-Dade Memorial Hospital

"Jason was involved in Carlos's kidnapping?" Ryan asked in a surprised voice as he sat at a table in the atrium with his leg resting on a chair while Emily sat nearby. "Diana said that Jason's been missing for like five days, but he's 18 now and she can't control what he does. She called Tommy at the jail, but he doesn't know where Jason is."

Emily sighed, "That's why there are uniformed officers here with me," she replied softly. "When Detective Caine took down those masked guys here, it became clear that Bernard wanted you to come and help Carlos."

"Help Carlos how, exactly?" Ryan asked in a confused voice. "Why would Bernard want to kidnap Carlos?"

Emily was silent and Tim, who had been guarding Ryan since dawn, sighed, "A tape was dropped off at the PD this morning and it had Carlos written on the label," Tim said quietly. "Bernard was asking Carlos to help him die."

Ryan's eyes widened in surprise, "Bernard's heart never fully recovered after Jesse Cardoza shot him for trying to kill me in California, Ryan," Emily spoke softly. "When I was kidnapped last year, Bernard told me this and he said he's in pain and sick all the time. From what I understand, Carlos is part of…"

"FDNY," Ryan finished in a stunned voice. "Carlos is a paramedic and knows about administering medication and how to give enough to end a person's life peacefully. Bernard wants to die peacefully."

Tim frowned and pulled out his cell phone, "I'll tell Horatio," he replied, grateful for Ryan's help.

Key Biscayne – Miami, Florida

Bernard, who was resting in bed and making video diaries about his life, looked surprised when Memmo and Dimitri, both in masks, led a heavily battered Carlos into the room, "Do you not have something to say, you Spanish paramedic?" Memmo hissed, glaring at Carlos's blackened eyes. "You said you did."

"Well, Carlos, I'm waiting," Bernard said coldly, knowing that the camera was still running. "What is it?"

Carlos sighed quietly, "I…I'm ready to listen to what you need," he spoke in a shaky, defeated voice.

Bernard looked amused, "Untie him," he said in a pleased voice. "Was three days of beatings and morphine enough to break your will, Carlos? I'm somewhat impressed. It used to be easy to break you."

Carlos said nothing as Dimitri and Memmo untied him, "Come sit on the bed and I will tell you why I want you to do this for me, little Carlos," Bernard said in a fake soothing voice. "Come here now."

Silently praying, Carlos slowly staggered over to the bed and sat on the edge, ignoring his turning stomach as Bernard took his hands and forced him to look him in the eyes. Bernard's face was painfully thin, his clothes looked horribly loose on him, and his hair was messy, but his eyes were filled with hate and a pure desire to die.

"Emily and I weren't married and there was a child in our lives that I didn't want, so I killed the child," Bernard said in a cold voice, his anger evident. "I would have killed Emily too, but she ran and told this cop's wife that I was beating her. I cornered Tracy Cardoza and I killed her, but her cop husband, Jesse, managed to help Emily flee to New York. I met Emily again in Miami and blessed her with twins and much torture, but now I am tired…"

Carlos flinched when Bernard released one of his hands and patted his bruised cheek, "Go over to those medical supplies and make me medicine that will help me die peacefully," Bernard spoke quietly. "When it is finished, you will administer it to me through an IV line until I am dead. When I am dead, Memmo and Dimitri will take you to a point and drop you off so you can find your way home or wherever. I will continue talking while you work."

"It…it could take a while to make something fatal," Carlos lied, hoping to buy more time. "It's not easy."

Bernard sighed and shunted Carlos into a standing position, "And your work will be on video for everyone to see, Carlos," he said in a calm voice, his breathing strained as he spoke. "Dimitri, take the box to Emily now."

Dimitri silently picked up a large box and left the room while Carlos slowly walked over to the medical supplies, well aware that Memmo and Bernard were watching his every move and would shoot him if he botched it.

"I'm eternally grateful to you, little Carlos," Bernard crooned softly. "I am honored that you would help me die."

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