When the van doors opened they were greeted by a short blading man.
"Hello, you must be the famous Calleigh Duquesne"
Calliegh just glared at him with hatred in her green eyes.
"and you must be the lovely Marisol Delko…almost the lovely Marisol Cain, but I guess plans change."
"Who are you?" Marisol and Calleigh asked.
"CSI Duquesne, you don't remember me, your boyfriend and sent me to jail a year ago for drug dealing."
"Then what does Marisol have to do with it." Calleigh asked looking for anyway to get Marisol out of here.
"My wife was there, I whent to shoot Mr. Cain but it hit my wife. If he hadn't brought her then she would be alive. Take them inside." He barked at his men.
The boy holding Marisol whispered lightly in her ear, "That's my father."
"I'm sorry about your mother, I know that Horatio never intended for anyone to get hurt in that shooting, he was just doing his job."
"I know, I didn't want to do this but he said if I don't then he'll kill my girlfriend."
"Do you know if he's going to kill us?"
"No. just do as your told and don't fight back. If he thinks your being uncooperative his temper will flare and he may kill you out of blind rage."
"I understand, are Calleigh and I going to be together."
"As far as I know that's the plan."
He opened a door and Calleigh was shoved in
"I'll try my best to help you." He said shoving her lightly into the room with Calleigh.
Marisol's tears finally spilt over her eyes as she placed a hand on her stomach afraid of what would come.
"Marisol, im so sorry." Calleigh said trying to comfort her friend, wrapping her in a huge hug.
"That boy, is doing this to save his girlfriend. Short fat and stupid is his father. Poor kid, he says he'll try to help us."
"There always tends to be one innocent bad guy." Calleigh said remembering her previous kidnapping.
"Cal, do you think we'll get out of here alive."
"Mari, I don't know, but I bet by now Horatio is tearing the city apart looking for you."
Marisol offered a weak smile.
"Ya, I bet Eric is freaking out."
"I love it when he has his small panickattacks, he gets all flustered and confused. It's quiet funny to watch."
They laughed at the thought of Eric being flustered.
Calleigh was so afraid, she wouldn't show it and she defiantly would never admit to wanting her 6'2 hunk of Cuban to come and save her and hold her in his arms.
"I guess we should just sleep" Marisol said cutting through Calleigh's day dream of Eric.
