April 1

Las Vegas, Nevada

"What do you mean the court case has been postponed indefinitely?" Warrick whined as he and Grissom sat in a room together while a uniformed guard stood nearby. "It was supposed to be…"

Grissom sighed, "Things came up and people were unavailable," he replied calmly. "It happens."

"I'm a CSI and this should have been over and done with a long time ago!" Warrick snapped.

Grissom glared at Warrick, "Why?" he replied in a cold voice. "You're not coming back to CSI."

"I've been one of your top investigators," Warrick replied in a shocked voice. "You can't fire me."

Determined to remain calm, Grissom rose, "I can and I did," he replied calmly. "See you later."

"I can't believe a scumbag like Derek Stokes is allowed to roam free while I'm stuck in here!" Warrick snapped in an angry voice. "Do you even care what happens to me in here? Do you or anyone else?"

Grissom silently left the room and said nothing until he was outside at his car, driving back to the lab feeling nothing but frustration. As he parked and went inside, he noticed that Nick was sitting in one of the AV labs at a computer and looking concerned, "…How are you doing?" he heard Nick ask quietly.

"…The doctors are really surprised that I'm doing as well as I am," a quiet voice replied.

Grissom wandered into the room and was both surprised and pleased to see a tired looking Derek on a Skype screen, "Nicky, who's that?" Derek asked in a quiet voice. "He looks a little familiar…"

"This is Gil Grissom, my boss," Nick explained kindly. "I've gotta get back to work now, okay Derek?"

Derek nodded and the screen went black, "Derek…he has memory issues," Nick explained quietly. "He can remember some of what he did when his blood sugar was messed up, but not all of it."

"What about Jenny?" Grissom asked in a concerned voice. "Does he remember her and his child?"

Nick sighed, "He does, but he doesn't trust that he can act responsible around them or for them, so he's going to let her take care of the baby," he replied softly. "How was your visit with Warrick today?"

"Warrick's mad, but it's nothing you need to worry about," Grissom lied calmly. "How's Parker?"

Nick gave Grissom a look, "Way to lie," he replied in a quiet voice. "What did Warrick really say?"

Grissom sighed heavily, "Warrick called your brother a scumbag for being able to roam free while he's stuck in jail," he replied in a concerned voice. "I didn't want to upset you by telling you that, Nick."

"Derek's not his own guardian right now because of his health issues and he's really not well enough to go anywhere by himself," Nick replied in a concerned voice. "I don't know how that's freedom."

Grissom nodded, "He's better off than he was," he stated softly. "At least you know he's safe."

"And Parker's doing well," Nick spoke calmly. "We're learning to get along with each other."

Grissom looked pleased, "Good," he spoke calmly. "Now get back to working, please."

Nodding, Nick left the office and Grissom silently headed to his office to do paperwork, but he suddenly saw Captain Tamara Curtis come into the lab, "Captain Curtis, hi," he said calmly. "How are you?"

"I'm quite well, Doctor Grissom," Captain Curtis replied calmly. "Sofia called me and wanted to talk."

Grissom nodded and watched as Captain Curtis made her way to Sofia's office before silently proceeding to his own office, which was nearby, "…Mom, I'm pregnant," he heard Sofia say softly. "Remember that young man that I told you about that spent Christmas with me, Ryan Wolfe? He's the father…"

"Oh, Sofia, I'm not sure what you want me to say," Captain Curtis spoke softly. "You are an adult."

Sofia sighed, "He's currently got testicular and prostate cancer," she spoke softly. "He had surgery."

There was sniffling, "I love my job, but I also can't help but want to be there for Ryan and have this child because he can't have any at all now," Sofia spoke tearfully. "I don't want to take that away from him."

"Do you love him?" Captain Curtis asked in a quiet voice. "You seem to care a lot about him."

The conversation was cut off when Sofia suddenly threw up, ending Grissom's eavesdropping.


Manhattan, New York

"Doctor Price is raising concerns about if I'm a competent parent given my PTSD from the incident," Bosco spoke in an annoyed voice as he lay on his bed, reading a letter that he had gotten from DCFS in Miami. "DCFS says that they don't think either of us are incompetent, but they want me to talk to a counselor in Miami before we take custody of the baby. It's just a formality, but it's mandatory."

Danielle sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed, "How are your sessions going with Manny Santiago?" she asked quietly as she rubbed his leg. "It might not hurt to keep going to counseling in the fall."

"I plan to," Bosco replied quietly. "I worry about how the kids will be when we go to Miami."

Danielle nodded, "John should be done with semester finals by then and so he can help my parents take care of David, Ellie, Michael, Emily, and Nicolas," she said softly. "It'll give him something to do."

"Those stupid journalism students are still bothering him at school because they want a big story for the NYU newspaper," Bosco growled. "He hangs out in the temporary crime lab most of the time or in the library, but I'm worried that the stress is going to be too much. John's only 17 and he shouldn't…"

Danielle sighed softly, "His best friend might never walk again and I've known Tommy for a while, so it's been hard on me too," she spoke quietly. "Carlos, Holly, and Kylie spend a lot of time at the hospital."

"He was shot by a member of NYPD," Bosco replied. "I'm surprised Carlos isn't suing anyone."

Danielle cringed, "He's considering it because nobody did anything to stop it," she explained in a concerned voice. "Stella had problems for a long time and NYPD didn't even try to get her counseling."

Bosco nodded just as the bedroom door opened, revealing David, "Hey, is school out already?" Bosco asked in a kind voice. "If you need a snack or something, John should be home, so can you ask him?"

"John's not home yet, but I'm old enough to make a snack for Kylie, Ellie, and I," David replied.

Bosco frowned, "What do you mean he's not home?" he asked in a worried voice as he got up off of the bed. "I know his schedule and he's supposed to be home by now and he doesn't work tonight."

"It's not like John to not call if he's going to be late," Danielle spoke worriedly. "I don't…"

Bosco and Danielle left the bedroom and found that Yelina was watching Ellie and Kylie do their homework at the table while Nicolas, Michael, and Emily played on the floor with simple toys, and her father cooked dinner, "I'm going out to look for John," Bosco spoke quietly. "I need a cab."

Sully looked concerned, "Are you feeling better than you were this morning, Bosco?" he asked firmly.

"I haven't had any dizziness in two hours," Bosco replied calmly. "I've been resting all day."

Danielle sighed, "You're not back on active duty yet and I don't want you running around alone just in case you do get sick," she spoke gently. "I want someone to go with you or we call for assistance."

Bosco nodded, "I'll call over to the Crime Lab," he replied softly. "To see what they can find."


Miami-Dade University Hospital - Miami, Florida

"Tommy, sit down," Emily spoke in a concerned voice as she watched Tommy pace back and forth across the rug in the waiting room of the hospital. "I know you're nervous, but it's going to be all right."

Tommy sighed heavily, but stopped pacing, "Jenny said she wasn't feeling well not long after breakfast, so I brought her here since Diana and Greg are at work today and I've heard absolutely nothing since then," he replied in an anxious voice, gazing at Emily. "She's my only daughter and my grandchild…"

Sighing, Tommy sat down beside Emily, "You brought her here and you got messages to Diana and Greg, so that's all you can do right now," Emily spoke calmly. "And you called me, which was very smart."

"I'm just so anxious about being a grandfather," Tommy replied softly. "I was a crappy father and…"

Suddenly, Dr. Mullaney, an OB who had taken on Jenny's care since her return to Miami, came into the waiting room, "Are you here for Jenny Wolfe?" she asked in a kind voice. "She's been admitted."

Tommy paled, but said nothing, "Jenny's been having contractions," Dr. Mullaney spoke softly. "She's anxious and scared and wants her family, so I said I come look for them. Are you two her family?"

"I'm her father and this is her aunt," Tommy managed to say through anxious tears. "Can we…?"

Dr. Mullaney nodded and took Tommy and Emily to Jenny's room, smiling at Jenny as she led the two adults into the room, "Hi," Jenny spoke softly as she lay in the hospital bed hooked to an IV and a fetal monitor. "The contractions could either stop or I could go into labor. I'm just feeling so tired…"

"I know, sweetie, why don't you just have a nap?" Tommy asked softly. "I'm going to stay here."

Jenny sighed anxiously, "If Greg calls or comes, I don't want him to worry about us," she spoke softly.

Emily smiled at Jenny, "Jenny, just go to sleep and relax," she spoke gently. "It'll be all right."

Nodding, Jenny closed her eyes and as she slept, Tommy sat on a chair near the bed, "Emily, I got a call the other day from the morgue," he spoke quietly. "I thought it was about wanting Jason to come back to work, but it was about collecting Mom's body. I really don't want to hold a funeral for her at all."

"Well, then we don't have to," Emily replied softly. "We've got enough to deal with right now and I don't think any of us could handle a funeral. Have you talked to Doctor Higgins about all of this?"

Tommy shrugged, "I was planning to drop in today, but Jenny's not well," he spoke quietly.

"Go upstairs and see if she's in," Emily spoke softly. "I can stay with Jenny for a little while."


Temporary Crime Lab – NYU Campus - New York

"…No, John's not here," Mac spoke calmly into the phone, having been called by a concerned Danielle.

There was a sigh, "He didn't come home after school, he's not at the hospital visiting Tommy, and he's not visiting Emily," Danielle spoke softly. "Maurice wants to go out looking, but I insisted on calling…"

Mac frowned, "John didn't call you?" he asked in a concerned voice. "That isn't like him."

"I really don't want tons of uniforms out looking for him because he's not a bad kid; he's just been through a lot in a short amount of time," Danielle spoke calmly. "If Reed and Brian hadn't been…"

At the mention of Reed, Mac's scowl deepened, "Reed Garrett?" he asked in a concerned voice.

"John said that Reed and a guy named Brian had been bugging him for a story ever since the shooting at the diner," Danielle explained quietly. "They're journalism students at NYU and think it's a good story."

Mac's scowl deepened, "I did try John's phone, but there's been no answer," Danielle spoke in a worried voice as he got up and left the temporary lab to pay a visit to Reed in the campus newspaper offices.

"Keep thinking of places John might visit and I'll talk to Reed," Mac promised. "It'll be okay."

There was a click and Mac pocketed his phone just as he reached the campus newspaper office, "Reed?!" he growled as he entered the office and looked around. "Reed, where are you?"

Deeply confused, Reed poked his head out of a cubicle, "Hi there, Mac," he said kindly.

"Reed, have you and other journalism students been harassing John Boscorelli about what happened at the diner?" Mac asked sternly, glaring daggers at Reed. "His mother says that he told her that."

Reed paled and a phone suddenly buzzed, "Um," he replied nervously, ignoring the buzzing phone.

Concerned as to why Reed was ignoring the phone, Mac marched into the cubicle and quickly saw the Boscorelli's home number on the phone, "Did you and Brian Williams steal this?" he asked sternly.

"John wouldn't talk to us, so we grabbed him and pinned him against a wall," Reed confessed, frowning as Mac put gloves on before taking the phone. "The dude didn't even come to the campus memorial and we covered that, but we wanted to talk to John because he was at the shooting and can tell us…"

Mac's scowl deepened, "So you resorted to assault and theft just because John didn't want to be interviewed about the shooting?" he asked angrily. "Reed, those are arrestable offenses."

"Well, Brian also wanted to ask about John's dad," Reed spoke anxiously. "About the rape."

Quickly putting the phone in a plastic bag, Mac pocketed it and quickly got his handcuffs out, "Reed Garrett, you're under arrest for assault, theft, and possible kidnapping," he spoke firmly, quickly cuffing Reed's hands behind his back. "John didn't go home after classes today and his parents are worried."

Reed paled, "We didn't do anything to him, Mac!" he replied anxiously. "I swear we didn't!"

"Then where is Brian Williams and where is John Boscorelli?" Mac asked in a sharp voice.

Reed didn't reply, so Mac led him out of the newspaper office and across campus to his office in the temporary crime lab, "You can wait here until the uniforms arrive to run you downtown," Mac said firmly just as Flack came into the office. "Flack, we have a problem. John Boscorelli's missing."

Flack frowned, "Reed here and another boy thought it would be funny to bother John for a story about the shooting at the diner," Mac growled. "John said no and they took his phone, so he's unreachable."

"You gotta be kidding me," Flack growled, glaring at Reed. "You attacked a diabetic student?"

Reed's eyes widened, "Is that why he was always carrying a bag?" he asked softly. "Diabetes?"

Mac nodded, "Boscorelli had the bag with him when he left, I swear," Reed replied anxiously.

"John's family is worried," Mac spoke quietly. "Better put out a Missing Persons bulletin."

Reed swallowed hard, "And see if the Boscorellis want to press charges on John's behalf since John is still under 18," Mac continued coldly. "Reed, Claire would be disgusted by your behavior."

Flack pulled out his phone, "I'll see if John's gotten home yet," he said, dialing Bosco's number.

"Hello?" Danielle's concerned voice spoke. "Please, tell me you've heard some news."

Flack sighed, "It turns out, Mrs. Boscorelli, that a couple of journalism students were bothering John about the shooting and they assaulted him and stole his phone when he refused to be interviewed," he explained in a concerned voice. "We have one in custody and we've sent out a missing person's…"

A throat cleared and Flack and Mac turned just in time to see a tired looking Bosco and an anxious looking Sully come into the office, "Hey, Officer Boscorelli, can I talk to you about what happened in Florida for the NYU paper?" Reed asked anxiously. "I read what the other news stories said and…"

Bosco gave Reed an odd look, "Are you one of the idiots who was hassling John?" he snapped.

"Bosco, calm down," Sully interjected, seeing that Bosco was angry. "Any progress on the search?"

Mac sighed, "No," he spoke patiently. "We've got uniforms out searching for him."

Bosco scoffed and sat down in a chair, "How do I press charges?" he asked angrily.

Reed paled, "My wife and I already decided that we'd press charges if those two journalism students were involved in this," Bosco spoke sharply, glaring at Reed. "How do I press charges?"

Mac silently walked over to his desk, "Reed gets taken downtown and processed," he explained.

"Do it, then," Bosco replied coldly. "People can be killed over others making stupid decisions."

Mac nodded, "Has anyone bothered walking his route?" Bosco asked in a tired voice. "He takes a specific way to get back home from here every day and if he was injured, maybe he stopped to rest."

"His route?" Mac asked quietly. "Could you maybe show us what this route of his is?"


Miami-Dade University Hospital - Miami, Florida

"…I'm really glad you made it," Tommy heard Jenny say in a quiet voice as he came down the hallway from the elevator after seeing Dr. Higgins for a chat. "I wasn't sure if you'd be allowed out."

Tommy sighed as he entered Jenny's room and saw that both Diana and Greg were there, "Hey," he said in a calm voice, smiling at his family. "Any more contractions? I'm hoping that you'll both be okay."

"Yeah, but I'm handling it," Jenny replied softly. "Mom brought Greg over here from the lab and Aunt Emily had to leave because she was tired and missed her kids. She'll try and come back later."

Tommy nodded and sat on the couch, "We've been thinking about getting married in the summertime," Greg spoke quietly. "I'll have enough saved by then to make sure there's a really nice wedding."

"Greg, when a young man and a young woman get married, it's generally the responsibility of the bride's parents to pay for the wedding," Diana explained patiently. "Have you told your family yet?"

Greg shook his head and quietly moved to the chair beside Jenny's bed, "You've got me and you have the baby," Jenny spoke quietly, seeing that Greg looked uncomfortable. "We'll be your family."

Nodding, Greg took Jenny's hand and smiled sadly as she traced a heart in his palm with her finger, "Mom, Greg's mom doesn't want to talk to him," Jenny spoke softly. "That's why he's here."

"Diana, let's take a walk and let these two be on their own a minute," Tommy spoke softly.

Giving Tommy a look, Diana got up and followed him out into the hallway, "Tommy, what is it?" she asked in a concerned voice. "Jenny said you had a chat with Doctor Higgins today. Are you okay?"

"The morgue wants us to take my mom's body," Tommy spoke softly. "I don't want to."

Diana sighed and hugged him, "We don't have to," she replied softly. "I didn't like her either."

Tommy sighed, "I left a message for Jason to pick Emilio up from school after he's done putting in his application for university," he spoke softly. "I'm just glad he's not working at the morgue anymore."

"Did you text Ryan?" Diana asked quietly. "I'm not sure where he's been staying since his place…"

Just then, a pained cry filled the hallway, "My water broke!" Jenny suddenly exclaimed.


Calle Ocho

The apartment was still cordoned off by police tape and though it had been processed, the mess was still there. Ryan hadn't been back to the apartment since the break-in and had bought whatever he had needed to get through the days. He had been put on lab duty by Horatio so that he wouldn't put himself or anyone else at risk while doing chemo, but on his off days, he spent time at the library or at the shelter because he couldn't bear being a burden on anyone. His heart and mind were wearing down.

As Ryan stood there, gazing at the mess, he suddenly felt that someone was watching him and turned to see that Robert was lingering down the hallway, "Here to arrest me?" he asked in a tired voice.

"It's your place," Robert spoke calmly. "I got a call from Cardoza saying that you slept at the shelter."

Ryan sighed softly, "Last night, yes," he spoke quietly. "This apartment freaks me out now."

"Ryan, Victims Assistance isn't just a one-time resource," Robert spoke gently. "It can help you now."

Ryan nodded, "I know, but I don't want to overcrowd the Speedles," he spoke quietly. "Emily's going to have another baby this summer and she and Tim already live there with their two kids and his brother and parents. It was nice of them to let me rest there after I got out of the hospital, but…"

"Calleigh found a toothbrush and toothpaste and shampoo in the staff bathroom," Robert interjected gently. "I know the shelter doesn't have privacy, so you probably got ready for work at the lab?"

Ryan nodded, "I just can't bring myself to go in and get my things," he spoke shakily.

"What Stella and Clavo did was pretty bad," Robert spoke gently. "I understand your anxiety."

Ryan put his hand on the police tape, "I'll help you get what you need and then I'll take you somewhere safe," Robert spoke in a calm voice. "That shelter is not safe for someone being treated for cancer."

Swallowing hard, Ryan reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter, "Warrick Brown sent me a letter from the correctional facility in Las Vegas asking me for help," he spoke shakily. "He said I owe him."

Robert silently removed the tape from the door, "You don't," he spoke calmly. "Ready?"

Ryan silently pocketed the letter and followed Robert into the apartment, "I don't want to take you away from work," Ryan spoke quietly. "I won't sleep at the shelter anymore since Cardoza…"

Robert watched as Ryan hobbled around the apartment, looking at things, but not picking anything up, "Are you all right?" he asked quietly. "I know you had surgery a few weeks ago and if you're sore…"

"Yeah, I'm sore," Ryan spoke quietly. "I can walk and sit, but squatting and bending is still hard."

Nodding, Robert found a box in the mess, "I'll help you," he spoke in a kind voice. "All right?"


Manhattan, New York

Thoroughly exhausted from spending the day with Tommy, Carlos silently left the hospital after being relieved by Holly, who had just gotten off work. He intended to go home, get Kylie from Boscorelli's and then make sure Kylie got enough to eat and a decent sleep. Fortunately, Tommy would soon be released from the hospital and he could get used to using his wheelchair in the handicap-friendly apartment.

As Carlos headed towards his car, however, he spotted a tired looking John slowly coming towards the hospital with one hand on his ribs and the other clutching a backpack, "John!" Carlos called out.

"Uncle…Carlos," John spoke shakily, trembling as he continued forward. "Please…I don't feel good."

Alarmed, Carlos ran over to John and helped him walk over to the hospital, "I got beat up by a couple of student reporters who wanted to talk about the shooting," John stammered. "They took my phone."

Swallowing hard, Carlos helped John inside and over to the desk, prompting Mary Proctor to gasp, "Carlos, where did you find him?!" Mary Proctor spoke anxiously. "He's been missing for hours."

"I was on my way out when I saw him walking here," Carlos spoke anxiously. "He was attacked…"

Mary Proctor nodded, "I don't feel good," John spoke shakily. "Please, can I just lie down a minute?"

"Carlos, it's shift change, so I need your help," Mary said in a calm voice. "Just take slow breaths, John."

John took slow, faint breaths as he was helped over to a cot and sat down. Mary pulled the curtain and Carlos gloved up before he helped John take off his bag and clothes, revealing bruises, "Carlos, I'm going to call the police," Mary spoke calmly as she handed Carlos a gown. "Can you help John into this?"

Carlos nodded, "The police…they'll want to take pictures of the injuries," John spoke in a tired voice.

"They'll do that when the bruises color," Carlos spoke calmly. "Come on, let's get you warm."

John silently allowed Carlos to put the gown on him and cover him up, "I'm so tired, Uncle Carlos," he spoke in a faint voice as he lay down. "I tried my best to get here and I couldn't call for help…"

Carlos nodded calmly, "I called Bosco and he's coming," Mary said anxiously as she returned with a supply cart. "In the meantime, John, I want to check you out and get you comfortable enough to rest."


Miami, Florida

"You didn't have to stay after I threw up," Ryan spoke in a faint voice as he rested in the front seat of Robert's truck with his eyes closed, trying to rest as the truck rolled through the streets. "I could…"

Robert sighed, "You could, but you won't," he spoke firmly. "You're too sick to work right now and much too sick to be unsupervised. I'm going to help you file paperwork so you can get paid even when the chemo makes you too sick to work. I can't force you to go back to Speedles or tell them that Warrick Brown has been harassing you through letters, but I can make sure that you are safe tonight."

"I don't want to worry them," Ryan spoke groggily, tears filling his eyes. "It'll upset them."

Robert sighed, "I can explain the situation to them, seeing as I have to inform my uncle about it anyway," he replied in a reassuring voice. "Anyway, we're almost at where you're spending tonight."

Ryan frowned as Robert pulled up in front of a nice house, "Where are we?" he asked groggily.

The front door suddenly opened and Alexx came out and over to the truck, "Hey there, baby," she spoke softly, opening the passenger door. "I heard you've been sleeping in a shelter in Calle Ocho…"

"Yeah," Ryan spoke shakily, suddenly feeling nauseous. "I…I don't feel good, Alexx. Can I throw up?"

Alexx helped Ryan out of the car and held him while he vomited on the street, "I think you need some sleep and fluids," she spoke gently as she helped him towards the house while Robert got his things.

Soon enough, Ryan was lying in a bed in one of the guestrooms Alexx had while the box of personal possessions sat on the dresser, "…Warrick sent me letters and phoned and said I owed him," Ryan spoke in a trembling voice, gazing up at Alexx and Robert. "He…he knows my number from when he was here."

Alexx frowned, "And Stella broke into my place," Ryan spoke shakily. "Cause I dated her sister…"

"It's dangerous for Ryan to be at home right now," Robert spoke softly. "I'm going to talk to Horatio and to Ryan's family, but I need to make sure that Ryan is safe in the meantime. Thank you for offering…"

Alexx smiled and sighed as she saw Ryan fighting sleep to listen to the conversation, "Go to sleep, sugar," she spoke gently, but firmly. "I'll talk to Detective Caine and then give you an IV, all right?"

Ryan closed his eyes and Alexx led Robert into the front room, "Have you caught Stella yet?" Alexx asked in a concerned voice, giving Robert a look. "Horatio hasn't really shared about it with anyone."

"We're closing in on her, but there's been concern that she might return to Ryan's," Robert explained.

Alexx nodded, "Can I get you anything before you go?" she asked softly. "Henry's getting the kids and getting dinner, so he should be home soon. Do you work tonight or are you off with your sons?"

"Natalia works tonight and I'm going to pick my boys up after I leave here," Robert spoke calmly.

Alexx smiled, "Ryan will be all right tonight," she spoke softly. "You go and get your sons."

Nodding, Robert smiled at Alexx and silently left the house, grateful for her help in the situation.


Angel of Mercy Hospital – Manhattan, New York

The sight of his father, grandfather, and several police officers talking in the hallway outside of the exam room where he had been moved to rest prompted John feel anxious. He had nothing worse than broken ribs and low blood sugar, but the hospital and police wanted him to stay overnight just in case.

Even though he wanted to get his things and run, John felt tired and sore enough to stay lying in bed and was fighting sleep because he wanted hear what was going on. Suddenly, the door opened and Bosco came into the room, "You look like you could use a good sleep," Bosco spoke in a calm voice.

"Yeah," John replied in a quiet voice. "What…what's everyone talking about out there?"

Bosco sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, "About what those students did," he explained in a quiet, but calm voice. "The city newspapers have already gotten a hold of the story and the cops are trying to decide if Stella somehow asked Reed Garrett and that other kid to harass you or if they did it without…"

"I'd rather not talk about Stella, Dad," John spoke quietly. "Do they want to talk to me at all?"

Bosco gave him a look, "I won't let them because you look like you're going to fall asleep," he replied in a firm fatherly voice. "Reed Garrett's been booked and if he pleads guilty, there won't be a hearing."

"Reed's not a bad guy, Dad," John spoke softly. "He's just enthusiastic about getting stories."

Bosco shrugged, "He may not be a bad guy, but what he did was very wrong and there are consequences when people do things to hurt other people," he spoke firmly. "I know for a fact that NYU does not put up with this crap, so Reed will probably be expelled and also do some serious time."

"You're right, Officer Boscorelli," Mac spoke in a calm voice, having overheard Bosco's comments as he entered the room. "Reed is going to be charged with theft and assault for his role in what happened. As soon as Brian Williams is found, he'll also be charged. NYU has also been made aware of the situation and they're going to be handing down disciplinary action due to the amount of evidence there is."

John sighed tiredly, "I know you don't want to get anyone in trouble, John, and that you try to see good in everyone, but what happened to you was very wrong," Mac spoke calmly. "The tragedy at the diner was not your fault, nor are you required to talk about it to anyone who you don't want to share with."

"For now, though, you're going to rest," Bosco spoke firmly. "Detective Taylor, you can talk to John as long as he doesn't have to get up from bed. My wife and I are already pressing charges."

Mac silently sat in a chair and set a tape recorder on the portable table so he could get John's account of what happened, "I know you're tired, so we'll keep this brief," he said. "What happened?"

"I was heading to the library after class and Reed and Brian came up and asked me if I'd talk about the diner shooting for the campus paper," John spoke in a tired voice. "I said no and then Brian pushed me into a wall, but I pushed back. Reed helped him and there was a bit of a scuffle after that where they shoved me into the wall. My phone fell out of my pocket and Reed took it before he and Brian left."

Mac nodded, but didn't say anything, "I got scared and got off campus as fast as I could," John spoke in a tired voice. "I knew I was hurt and I just started walking in the direction of the hospital because I knew it was a safe place. I went as fast as I could and just kept quiet cause I was scared they were following…"

"And you were almost here when Carlos Nieto found you," Mac spoke calmly. "Right?"

John nodded, "Uncle Carlos went home cause Aunt Holly is with Tommy and Kylie needs to do her homework and stuff," he spoke tiredly. "Grandma and Grandpa are taking care of Nicolas and helping Mom with David, Ellie, Michael, and Emily. I know Mom's upset about this and she's worried…"

"What I want you to do is focus on studying and doing your finals and I'll let you know when you need to talk about the shooting or about this incident," Mac spoke calmly as he turned the recorder off, slipped it into his pocket, and got up from the chair he had been using. "When the police find Stella, she'll be extradited back to New York and you'll have to testify as a witness and so will Tommy Nieto and Emily Yokas. When Brian Williams is found, he and Reed Garrett will both be put in jail until a hearing. Until that happens, I want you to focus on school and be at home with your family as much as possible."

John nodded and sighed tiredly, "The NYPD's still investigating your heroic actions during the Crime Lab shooting and when you saved Ryan Wolfe," Mac spoke. "When you feel up to it, you're welcome to do more proficiency training through the lab, but I'd like you to take time to recover first, all right?"

"Finish your semester and we'll talk about it," Bosco spoke calmly. "I think you'd better nap now."

Nodding, John drifted off to sleep and Bosco walked Mac out, "I'm not sure when John will be in for training because Danielle and I have to go to Miami once Doctor Price has my child," Bosco spoke quietly. "I'm not happy about what Doctor Price did to me, but I'm not going to let a kid suffer for it."

"Are you taking your other kids with you?" Mac asked quietly. "A trip might be good for them."

Bosco shrugged, "I'm not sure," he spoke quietly. "I'd like to thank Carlos, but he left…"

"I'll make sure that John has protection tonight if you'd like to go home and rest," Mac offered.

Bosco scoffed, "John's my kid just like the other four I have at home and the one in Miami that's not born yet," he replied calmly. "I'll take the protection, but I'm not going to leave him here by himself. I adopted him and his siblings the day Danielle and I got married, so I'm not going to abandon him."

"I'll sit outside the door and call around to see who I can get," Mac promised in a sincere voice.


Calle Ocho - Miami, Florida

"A pipe bomb?" Stella asked in a disbelieving tone as she watched Clavo sit in Horatio's car outside of the InTown Apartments, silently putting together a pipe bomb. "Are you really sure that's necessary?"

Clavo scoffed, "Ivan's getting nervous and if Ryan's not going to help you, I'll blow him and his measly apartment up," he replied in an amused voice. "I can't protect you under my diplomatic immunity…"

Sirens suddenly filled the air and Clavo swore, passing the pipe bomb to Stella before hurrying around to the driver's seat, "How'd they find us so fast?" Stella scoffed. "I know they raided Devil's Mansion…"

Clavo frowned, swore, and put the car in gear, "It's your problem now!" he crowed as he sped off.

As Clavo sped off, however, there was a clatter and a GPS device fell to the street from underneath the fleeing car, "What?!" Stella screeched angrily as she saw the device. "Oh, no, no, no…."

Anger filled Stella's face as she was promptly surrounded by police cars and CSI vehicles, "Stella Bonasera, you're under arrest," Horatio declared as he got up and went over to her with his cuffs.

Swearing angrily, Stella threw the pipe bomb at the building and spat when Tripp came over to help Horatio cuff her up, "Frank, get the bomb squad here!" Horatio snapped. "That's a pipe bomb!"

Noise filled the streets as the uniformed officers began to radio for the Bomb Squad and backup, "Frank, book Stella," Horatio said anxiously, suddenly worried for Speed and his family. "I'll be right back."

Despite the fact that his arm was still in a cast, Horatio hurried down the street to the Speedle's house and knocked on the door with his good hand, "Speed!" he called out anxiously. "Speed, it's Horatio!"

The door opened and Emily, who had been up getting a snack, frowned, "Horatio?" she asked softly.

"Stella threw a pipe bomb at Ryan's apartment building and you're the closest inhabited house to it," Horatio spoke anxiously. "We don't know if it will go off, but I need to evacuate you and your family."

Emily nodded and allowed Horatio inside, sighing as she hurried into the room where Tim was sleeping, "Tim, honey, we have to get out of here," she spoke anxiously as she heard Horatio knock on Rosa and Anthony's bedroom door. "There's been a pipe bomb thrown at Ryan's apartment building…"

"Ryan's at Alexx's tonight, right?" Tim asked in a concerned voice. "Horatio's nephew took him there?"

Anxious talking filled the house as Anthony and Rosa came out of their bedrooms, "I'll wake James and Julliet," Tim spoke in an anxious voice. "Emily, pack whatever you can in the next 15 minutes, all right?"

"Speed, you'd better make it 10," Horatio spoke anxiously. "We don't know if it will go off or not."

The house became a flurry of activity as Anthony woke Tony and gathered things for him, Tony, and Rosa and Emily packed things for her family, "NO!" a voice wailed. "I DON'T WANNA GET UP!"

Horatio frowned and hurried to the bedroom just in time to see Tim scoop a sobbing James into his arms while Julliet got up and picked up the dog off her bed, "Can we take the dog?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, we can take the dog," Tim spoke gently amidst James's sobs. "Come on, we have to go."

Horatio walked alongside Julliet and the puppy while Tim held the sobbing James. They saw that Anthony and Rosa had managed to throw clothes on, wake Tony, and gather things. Horatio could see that Emily had dressed and packed things and he hurried down the hallway to help her carry the bags.

The group quickly went out to the vehicles, "I wanna sleep!" James wailed. "Please!"

Suddenly, a CSI vehicle pulled up with Natalia behind the wheel, "I got a call saying that a bomb is at Ryan and Jesse's building?" she asked in a concerned voice. "I know Jesse's not home, but is…?"

"Ryan is staying somewhere else tonight," Horatio spoke. "I'm evacuating the Speedles as a precaution because they are the closest occupied residence to the building and if that bomb goes off…"

Natalia nodded, "Daddy, I'm gonna puke," James whimpered as he slowly stopped crying.

Alarmed, Tim silently set James on the lawn and sighed when James threw up and started crying, "Anxiety," he spoke softly as he scooped James back up. "Where are we supposed to go?"

"We can go to a hotel," Emily spoke softly. "Everyone needs to get a good rest, including you."

Tim nodded and carried James over to the van, "We're going to stay at a hotel tonight," he spoke softly as he put James in his carseat and strapped him in. "In the morning, maybe we can do swimming."

Anthony, Rosa, and Tony helped load Julliet, the puppy, and the bags into the car while Natalia and Horatio watched, "I can work if you need me to, H," Tim offered in a concerned voice.

"I'm not sure yet, Speed," Horatio replied anxiously as his radio started beeping. "Hold on."

As Horatio reached for his radio, a small boom could be heard, "Oh, no," Horatio said anxiously.

Terrified for his family's safety, Tim hurried them all into the van and Horatio took cover in Natalia's vehicle, "What's going on down there?" Horatio asked anxiously over his radio. "Is it going off?"

"We're evacuating the building because it might be!" Calleigh's voice came over the radio.

Horatio frowned, "Speed, you need to get your family out of here!" he shouted over the radio.

The van quickly backed out of the driveway and sped off in the opposite direction of the InTown Apartments, leaving Horatio and Natalia alone, "Calleigh, you need to get everyone away from that building who isn't helping evacuate!" he ordered anxiously. "Take Stella down to the station!"

"Stella's already been taken and we're almost done getting people out," Calleigh replied.

Horatio sighed, "Natalia and I will be over shortly," he replied into the radio.


Miami-Dade University Hospital

"Jessica," Jenny spoke in a tired voice as she lay in bed, fully exhausted from giving birth, with her parents and Greg by her side. "I want to name her Jessica after Uncle Ryan's girlfriend because she used to babysit us and she was so nice. Do you think Uncle Ryan will be mad if I name her Jessica?"

Tommy sighed, "I don't think he'll mind," he replied softly. "You did really well, sweetie."

Greg smiled and gently wiped Jenny's sweaty face with a cloth, "Oh, that feels so nice," she spoke softly.

"Thanks for letting me be in the room," Greg spoke softly. "I didn't think you would because we're…"

Jenny sighed softly, "We will be eventually," she spoke softly. "I wonder if she's cleaned up yet?"

"That takes time," Diana spoke softly. "Your father phoned your aunt and she'll come tomorrow."

Jenny nodded, "James and Julliet don't do well when they don't get enough sleep," she agreed.

"And you also need your sleep, my dear, so I'll be staying the night," Diana spoke softly.

Just then, Tommy's phone buzzed and he silently checked it, his eyes widening as he read the text that Emily had sent him, "Um, Greg, can I talk to you in the hallway?" he asked in a concerned voice.

Deeply confused, Greg nodded and followed Tommy into the hallway, "Stella was caught at Ryan's apartment building, but she threw a pipe bomb at the building and it might detonate," Tommy explained anxiously. "Emily sent me a text and said that she and her family evacuated."

Greg frowned, "I think that you should call in to work and see if they need you because I'd feel much better about the situation if you were involved," Tommy spoke anxiously as a nurse came down the hallway rolling a bassinet that had a newborn swaddled in a towel in it. "Is that my granddaughter?"

Sighing, Greg moved down the hallway and Tommy followed the nurse into Jenny's room, "Here you are, dear," the nurse said as she rolled the baby close to the bed. "She's all clean and swaddled."

"Greg might have to go to work tonight, so we'll stay with you and Jason's old enough to stay with Emilio," Tommy spoke calmly, smiling at the newborn as he sat on the couch. "She's beautiful."

Jenny nodded, but didn't comment, "Um, I suppose I need to call Mister and Mrs. Stokes," she spoke in a quiet, nervous voice. "Derek doesn't want to be involved at all, but this is still their grandchild."

Nodding, Tommy brought his cell-phone over to the bed, "Do it only when you feel ready," he spoke softly, giving her a gentle look. "You don't have to phone or fill out the certificate until you want to."

"It's easier to just get the call over with," Jenny replied as she took the phone and dialled the Stokes' number that they had given her after she had left Texas just in case she ever needed to talk to them.


Manhattan, New York

"…In this breaking news bulletin, we announce that Miami-Dade Police Department has found and arrested Detective Stella Bonasera of the New York Crime Lab," a voice spoke over the television that was blaring while Carlos silently sat up after putting Kylie to bed. "We don't have much information…"

The door buzzer suddenly sounded and Carlos got up to answer it, "Yes?" he asked into the com.

"Carlos, can I come in?" Ty's voice spoke kindly. "Finney and I thought we'd come say hello."

Carlos sighed and hit the buzzer to open the door, figuring that Ty had come to tell him what was already playing on the news. A moment later, there was a brisk knock at the front door.

Sighing, Carlos opened the door and was surprised to see that Ty and Brendan were there with some uniformed officers, "Hi," he spoke in a nervous voice. "I…I saw about Stella on the news."

"Can we come in and talk?" Ty asked quietly. "We already visited with Holly at the hospital."

Carlos frowned, "Kylie's asleep," he replied nervously. "What do you guys want?"

"With all the good you've done, have you thought about returning to FDNY or teaching for EMS?" Ty asked in a confused voice. "I know there are some who think badly of you because of what happened between you and Bernard Marquez in Florida, but there are a lot more who miss you on the street."

Carlos sighed, "Holly and I are pretty busy right now taking care of Tommy and being there for Kylie," he replied in a tired voice. "We're doing our best just to get by and Danielle's helped, but…"

"Look, Walsh is sorry for being so judgmental about what you had to go through," one of the uniformed officers spoke up nervously. "He won't interfere if you want to put in the paperwork to come back."

Carlos sighed, "It would be something I'd have to talk to my family about," he replied softly.

"I hear Tommy might get to come home soon, so why don't you get him settled at home and then talk to FDNY?" Brendan suggested in a kind voice. "You're a hero and you're really needed out there."

Carlos sighed as the group left, a weight of indecision on his mind as he closed and locked the door.


Miami, Florida

"I'm sorry to wake you, Alexx and Ryan, but we apprehended Stella Bonasera at your apartment building tonight," Horatio spoke in a quiet voice as he and Natalia sat in the Woods's living room with Alexx, Henry Woods, and a sleepy looking Ryan. "She threw a pipe bomb at your building and it detonated."

Ryan paled, "There is significant damage to the building itself, but the extent won't be known for several days," Horatio explained in a somber voice. "I also evacuated Tim, Emily, and their loved ones as a precaution, but their house wasn't damaged. The only damage was to the apartment building."

"So, I'm homeless?" Ryan asked in a shaky voice, suddenly feeling the shock of Stella being found in the process of trying to murder him and the loss of his home set in. "Um, I…I need some water…"

Alexx quickly got up and got Ryan some water, "Tim and Emily and their family went to a hotel for the night," Horatio spoke in a calm voice, "The damage is quite severe and the building may be a loss…"

Ryan nodded, silently closing his eyes as he sipped the water, "Ryan?" Horatio asked worriedly.

Seeing that something was wrong with Ryan, Henry silently got up and went into the other room to call for an ambulance, "Ryan?" Horatio repeated as the glass slipped from Ryan's hand and hit the carpet.

Without warning, Ryan slumped backwards on to the couch, "Ryan, come on," Horatio spoke anxiously, realizing that Ryan had quickly gone into shock. "Ryan, I need you to breathe and wake up for me."

Ryan groaned, but didn't open his eyes, "I called 9-1-1," Henry said as he returned to the living room.

"He'll be safer in the hospital for now, anyway," Alexx spoke softly. "He's been through a lot."

Nodding, Horatio silently vowed to serve as a support to Ryan however he could manage to.


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