Kidnapped
Chapter 7
By: Harold Finch and Grace Luvr
Author's Note: Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews for last chapter! I really don't have a lot to say this time. So enjoy a new chapter of kidnapped, and please keep reviewing! :D
Eric and Calleigh rode to the Ice Cream Parlor on North West 7th street in silence. Eric threw occasional glances at Calleigh while trying to watch the road. He could see that something was obviously bothering her.
"What you thinkin' about Cal?"
Calleigh looked up at Eric with a somewhat somber expression on her face.
"I guess I'm just a little bit worried about Horatio. I mean… what if we don't find Ray Jr., or we don't find him alive? Do you know what that'll do to Horatio? The poor man's already lost so much in his life."
Eric nodded understandingly.
"I know cal, I know. But we can't think like that. We have to stay positive, we have to stay strong. For Horatio's sake."
Calleigh nodded and returned to looking out the window, and Eric still felt like she wasn't telling him something.
"There's something else isn't there?"
Calleigh remained silent.
"Come on Cal. I thought we said we could tell each other anything?"
Calleigh let out a deep sigh and turned back to Eric.
"I'm also worried that Horatio might find out about us. You know that there's that whole fraternization rule at the lab. What if Horatio doesn't think it's a good idea and asks us to stop seeing each other?"
"Well, that's why we're not going to tell him for awhile."
"Well we can't just keep him out of the loop forever. He's the only member of the team whom we haven't told about us yet."
Eric looked over at his lover and smiled.
"I don't want you to worry about that Cal, and do you know why?"
Calleigh shook her head.
"Because, I know Horatio. He's like a brother to me, and I have a feeling that he'll understand."
Calleigh smiled at the Cuban.
"You always to know exactly what to say Eric."
"I know. That's why you love me so much."
Calleigh just smiled and swatted his arm as they continued the search for Ray Jr.
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"You find anything Ryan?"
Ryan Wolfe had walked around from processing the backyard to see how Natalia was doing in the front yard.
"Nah nothing, looks like nobody's been in the backyard for a few days, what about you?"
"I just found what looks like a man's shoeprint."
Natalia pointed to the imprint in the muddy grass.
"And over here I have what appears to be a child's shoeprint, which I'm going to assume is Ray Jr.'s."
She pointed to a smaller inprint in the grass.
"Now as you can see, both prints are eventually side by side. They both lead off the front lawn, where some of the mud came off on the sidewalk, go onto the grass by the curb and disappear… for the child. The adult's prints however continue into the street, and then disappear by a set of skid marks."
"So, what your saying is, Ray Jr. was confronted by some man. He walked away with the man, and rode off in his car with him?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
"I'll be damned. Just imagine how upset Horatio's going to be when he finds out that his nephew wandered off with a stranger."
"Imagine how upset Yelina's going to be. She'll be hysterical all over again."
Natalia started taking pictures of the shoeprints.
"I'm going to see if I can get a match on what type of shoes the adult male was wearing."
Ryan nodded and watched Horatio and Frank go door to door. He just wondered what kind of monster would take an innocent child.
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Horatio and Frank were at the last house that was within range of Yelina's front yard. Horatio knocked on the door. An older Hispanic woman in her late 60's answered it.
"Can I help you boys?"
Horatio spoke up.
"MDPD Ma'am. I'm Lieutenant Caine, and this Sergeant Tripp. We're investigating the possible kidnapping of 6 year old Raymond Caine Jr. Since you live right across the street, we wondering if you've possibly seen anything? The other neighbors weren't so forthcoming."
"Oh my goodness, that's horrible. I'm Maria Maldanado. I'm sorry Lieutenant, I just got home a few minutes ago myself, I've been gone all morning. But my son Carlos has been here all day, you want to talk to him?"
"I would appreciate that, Ma'am."
"Such lovely manners, if only all young people were like you."
Horatio smiled kindly.
"Thank you Ma'am."
The older woman smiled and walked away to fetch her son. Frank turned to face him.
"You've got a way with the dames Horatio, young and old. How do you do it?"
"It's a little thing called good manners Francis, you should try it sometime."
Frank rolled his eyes and Horatio grinned.
"Smart ass."
A buff younger Hispanic man walked up to the front door. He was in his early 30's with a clean shaven head, and donned a large gold cross around his neck.
"Are you Carlos?"
"Who's askin'?"
"MDPD. A young boy was possibly kidnapped about an hour ago."
"And what makes you think that I know anything about that?"
"Because the boy lives right across the street from you. Now did you see anything?"
"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't."
Frank felt his temper rising.
"Look jackass either tell us what you know, or I'll force it of you!"
"I ain't talkin' to no pigs! So fuck off fatty!"
Frank lunged forward and pushed Carlos. Just when Carlos was about to push back, Horatio stepped in between them.
"Frank go cool off!"
"Horatio this son of a bitch…!"
"GO COOL OFF!"
Frank reluctantly walked away from the porch and stood by the curve to get some fresh air and regain some control of his anger. Meanwhile Horatio continued to talk to Carlos.
"Listen to me and listen good. I am having a very bad day Carlos and I am not in the mood for games, especially not from some lowlife drug dealer who lives with his mother because he's too much of a failure to live in his own home. The only reason I'm not busting you right now is because I have more important things to do."
Horatio reached into his wallet and pulled out a picture of Ray Jr. He put the picture in front of Carlos's face angrily.
"This is the 6 year old boy who lives across the street from you! This is the little boy who could be in unspeakable danger at this very moment. This is my nephew! And if you don't tell me what you saw, I swear to god I will make your life a living hell!"
Carlos just smiled.
"Say what you want. Do what you want. I don't talk to cops."
Horatio put the picture back into his wallet and shook his head.
"You've just made a very bad choice Carlos."
Horatio turned around to face Frank.
"Francis, it looks like we're going to have some company on the way back to the lab."
"Oh this is gonna be fun."
While Horatio had his back to him, Carlos pulled out a pocket knife and raised it to Horatio's back. Frank noticed it.
"HORATIO! KNIFE!"
Horatio spun around and caught it just before it was about to plunge into his chest. He twisted Carlos's hand until he dropped the knife. He turned Carlos around and slammed against the doorframe before cuffing him. Frank joined him on the porch, re holstering his gun. Horatio turned Carlos around and looked him in the eyes.
"And you just made another very bad choice Carlos. You attempted to assault a police officer with a deadly weapon. That could be a good two years."
Carlos's mother had heard the commotion and rushed back to the door.
"What on Earth is going on!"
"I'm sorry Mrs. Maldanado, but I'm afraid Carlos here is going on a little ride with us."
Author's Note 2: Alright, Tell me what you thought guys :D
