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Chapter 15 - by Orca15
Mikinly walked down the hall towards the sound they heard, Mikinly knew what it was, it was breathing and he knew where it was coming from, it was coming from the blond girl that stood down the hall a ways. He walked quietly up behind her, he had a gun but chose to use the knife he also carried. He pulled it out and wrapped his arm around the girls neck blade to her throat. She reached for the gun she carried. "don't" he said softly into her ear as he removed the gun from it's holster. She pulled a quick one on him and twisted around, he could have killed her but decided that he wasn't done with her. Let her go but made sure he gave her a souvenir on her face, just a simple cut. She fought for a moment and then slipped into the shadows and he could no longer see her.
Calleigh pulled her over shirt over her head using it's color, black, along with the shadows to conceal her body Mikinly looked around but decided that she was gone and headed off in the direction she'd been heading. Calleigh ran down the hall back the way she'd come and found a hall she'd missed, probably the one that Mikinly had hidden in himself, she heard him running after her.
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Smith walked out the front door and saw the Hummers that stated Miami Dade Crime Lab on the side. Man, I just wanted a vacation. He thought as he heard footsteps behind him. "don't move." The voice said. One of the men came and searched him.
"he's clean." He said as he cuffed him.
"get him in the Hummer and stay with him." He was led to one of the Hummers and put in the back seat. Now he could see both men. The tall red haired man said. "and Eric, call Frank, get us some backup." He disappeared inside the warehouse and Eric called someone on the phone.
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Tim sat and watched the blood run down his arm. The cuts were bleeding bad but there was nothing he could do about it. He was sure he would pass out and be welcomed into the comfort of blackness before he died. But then again, that was a scary thought. He looked at the pool of blood on the floor and cringed, why was it scaring him so much? He wished now that he had told H where he was going. Then he thought he was hallucinating when Calleigh came running in, closed the door, and locked it. "Cal?" he managed to question. She turned around quickly but didn't seem shocked to see him.
"Tim" she said as she ran over to him. "H told us everything." She explained as she untied him, then she took her over shirt off and put pressure on the cuts where Mikinly had cut him. Mikinly's voice came from the hallway.
"Blondie, where are you?" she and Tim locked eyes.
"I don't have my gun" she whispered.
"Why?" he asked.
"Mikinly snuck up behind me and got it. I'm surprised I'm not dead." Tim noticed blood trickling down her face from the gash on here cheek. She noticed him staring at it. "it's nothing." She said. Someone jiggled the doorknob, but Tim didn't care at this point and welcomed that comforting blackness as he passed out.
Calleigh shook Tim. "don't die." She whispered in his ear as the doorknob continued jiggling.
"I know you're in there." Mikinly's voice came from the other side confirming that he was the one jiggling the doorknob. "Blondie" he called.
This guy just doesn't give up does he? She looked at Tim, the answer to her unspoken question was unspoken as well, but then again it was written all over Tim. Anger rose up inside her.
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"Mikinly" Horatio said calmly not wanting to know how bad Calleigh was hurt, or Tim for that matter. Mikinly held two gun's, one, Horatio noted, was Calleigh's service pistol. Mikinly pulled the other one around and pointed it at Horatio, who shot off two rounds into Mikinly's chest.
Eric heard the shots and was torn by going to help Horatio and Calleigh and staying with John Smith, who at the moment, was being cooperative. But that could change in a matter of seconds. He chose to stay with Smith, reasoning that Calleigh and Horatio could take care of themselves.
Frank heard the shots and looked at his men.
"you" he motioned to Officer Jones and half his team, "go that way." He pointed down the hall, "you and you stay here and cover the door." He pointed at two rookie cops. "the rest of you come with me." He led them down the hall in what he hoped was the right direction.
Horatio heard Frank and his team coming, he knocked lightly on the door in front of him "Calleigh" he said, Calleigh opened the door.
"call a medic" she screamed to Frank who did as she ordered. Horatio went into the room and knelt on one knee next to Tim, who was now laying on the floor, he heard people behind him.
"Speedle?" Frank said confused by what he was seeing.
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Chapter 16 - Sarryb
Horatio, Calleigh and Eric are all standing silently looking at Speedle laying prone in his hospital bed. Tubing is coming from his nose, and the monitor next to him is beeping rhythmically. Eric sighs, almost in tears.
"I can't believe he's been alive all this time, and now we could lose him all over again."
Calleigh reaches out to hold his hand, Horatio looks at Calleigh, then at Eric, looks slightly surprised and says "if you two want to stay here, that's great, I need to get back to the lab to see how Ryan and Natalia are doing, and to see if they've found any link with the robbery and our Mr. Mikinly.
"Ok Horatio, we'll stay, you know I interviewed Mr. Mikinly at the motel, there was nothing about him that suggested he was anything but a holiday maker."
"Calleigh," starts Horatio, "that's the scariest thing about criminals of his caliber." He turns and leaves.
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"Well Natalia? Found anything?" Ryan's asking as Horatio enters the room. "Hey H," he says when he sees him. Ryan is standing in the middle of the room waving around the figurine they'd taken from Mikinly's home..
"Mr. Wolfe, stop right now!" Horatio demands.
Ryan looks at him, startled. "Stop? Stop what?" He asks standing stock still. Horatio pulls on a pair of gloves and approaches Ryan. He looks very closely at the figurine, and says "I think you need to put that on the table." Ryan looks at Natalia, then carefully places the figurine on the tabletop. Horatio carefully picks it up and examines it.
"Natalia, Mr. Wolfe, where did you get this?" He asks, gesturing towards the idol.
"Peter Jenkins' house, the motel manager" Natalia replies, "you recognize it?"
"Yes," he says shaking his head, "it's priceless," he tells them, "this particular item is one of a kind, it's a Greek artefact, this Griffin is reported to be an exact copy of the one, according to Greek lore, that pulled Apollo's chariot, do we know where Mr. Jenkins acquired it from?" He asks of the two of them.
"Well, when we went to his home, we didn't know what we were looking for, this was the only thing that looked out of place, and was free of dust." Natalia tells him.
"Also, Mr. Jenkins admitted to robbing his safe, for an insurance scam, but claimed the box that was placed in the safe," Ryan pauses to check a sheet of paper, "by a Mr. Mikinly, was empty."
"It all makes sense" Horatio says cryptically, "this is what we need, if the evidence is on it."
"Tell us H, what's going on," then realizing suddenly that Calleigh and Eric hadn't arrived back with Horatio, Ryan asks, "where are the others?"
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After an explanation from Horatio about what had happened in the previous few hours, Ryan and Natalia were shocked, so much to take in. They'd never known Speedle, but knew how much he'd meant to the team, they couldn't begin to understand what the others were going through.
"H, what do you need us to do?" Ryan asks.
Horatio looks at him, "Mr. Wolfe, I need something that ties that artefact to Mikinly. Tim, three years ago uncovered a ring of artefact smugglers, he was working with some detectives on the case. Mikinly and others discovered he was the one who was processing the evidence and placed a price on his head. All of the evidence was stolen in a raid on the department, it's never been recovered! We had no choice, these men would do anything to cover up what they were doing, so Speedle was placed into witness protection, he was the only person to have seen the results of the forensic tests he'd done."
"But if Mikinly's dead, why do we need to connect it to him?" Natalia asked.
"If we can connect it to him, we can work from there, to connect it to others in the gang, and hopefully smash this ring." Horatio tells her.
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Just like a bad smell, Stetler appears at the door.
"Oh, H," Ryan starts, "Stetler's looking for you." He finishes, looking right through Stetler. Horatio suppresses a smile as Stetler throws Ryan a look.
"Rick, what can I do for you?" H asks him.
"I've heard a rumour Horatio, it had better not be true." Stetler tells him.
"And if it's true?" He asks him.
"Horatio, is Tim Speedle in Miami?" Stetler asks straight out.
Horatio takes a deep breath, "Yes Rick, he is."
Rick's face turns bright red, "why haven't I been informed of this!" He blasts.
Horatio is struggling to keep his temper even, "He's in the hospital, on life support Rick, how about you go and ask him!" Horatio throws back. He turns to Ryan and Natalia, "lets go," he motions to the statuette, "and bring that with you."
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The monitor's steady beat is the only thing Eric can focus on, as long as it stays consistent everything was going ok. He looks at Calleigh, she'd been checked out for the cut to her face, it was fine, nothing more than a scratch really, but he'd insisted she get it looked at.
"You ok?" Calleigh asks, noticing him looking at her.
"Sure," he replies, "just thinking how bad this day turned out, after it started so great."
Calleigh blushes, "I suppose."
"It could've been worse, you could be in a hospital bed too" he says, turning back to look at Speed. "I've missed you so much" he whispers in his ear, he didn't want Calleigh to hear him. Leaning back away from Speedle, suddenly Eric jumps away. Calleigh looks surprised, "What's up?" she asks startled.
"He, he spoke..." Eric trails off.
"What did he say?" She asks getting up and crossing the room.
Eric looks sheepish, "he said, I should think so too."
"I should think so too? What does that mean?" She asks bemused.
"It means, all of you had better have missed me" came a voice from the bed.
More soon!
