Here's the last chapter! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story and given me advice.

Chapter 9

Horatio and his team sat around his neat living room sipping on assorted drinks.

"Do you think she left him alive?" Ryan asked no one in particular.

"I think she has some mercy," Horatio said.

"I have never heard much good about the CIA." Jesse said. "They seem like a shady organization."

"Of course, they're the government," Frank said and they all laughed a little.

Libby tightened the reins on her stallion Cheveyo as they slowed near boggy ground. She glanced back at Calliegh on her other horse, a buckskin named Blackfoot. Cheveyo tossed his black and tan head as flies landed in his ears.

"It's nice out here," Calliegh remarked.

"Yeah, this is my favorite place to ride," Libby said and watched a Crane take off from behind a few reeds. Cheveyo watched it with curiosity.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Calliegh asked, already having an idea.

"Eric," Libby said and walked her horse through the mud. Blackfoot hesitated a moment before following her.

"What about him?"

"He's alive, if you were wondering. I let him cross into Mexico."

"I was hoping you would say that." Calliegh said and looked across the ocean. They stopped the horses for a moment to let them rest. "I want to know why you let him go. Especially since he let Rick go to jail without speaking up."

"I… I don't know. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I also didn't want to see him get ripped apart in jail. He's probably put away a good chunk of the people in there."

"Thanks." Calliegh said after a minute.

"If you want to see him you probably could. I have a few friends in Mexico who I asked to find him somewhere to live and work." Libby said.

"Where have you been to in the world?"

"Just about everywhere. I hate the Middle East, but I love Egypt, Germany, Spain, and Italy. Everyone needs to go see Rome, it's worth it."

"Have you been to Area 51?"

"Yes I have."

"Is it true there are aliens in cryogenic chambers?"

"If I told you I would have to kill you."

"That's harsh."

"Sorry, it's the way it is. We are sworn to secrecy the minute we are admitted to the CIA; especially regarding Area 51. I will tell you I never want to go back there."

"That bad?"

"Yep." Libby said and they continued on a dirt path through the glades. The horses spooked at a hissing gator and cantered through the reeds. Libby touched her heels to the Mustang's sides and they blasted at a gallop over grass and caused several birds to fly squawking away in a panic. Calliegh and Blackfoot happily followed enjoying the freedom of the gallop.

The pair slowed down in a boggy area when the horses were knee deep in mud. Blackfoot hated the feeling of mud on his legs and hooves and shook his feet after they stepped onto solid ground. Libby could see their trucks up through the trees and rode to them.

"Thanks for the ride, I enjoyed it," Calliegh said after they dismounted.

"No problem. I love taking people out and getting both horses exercise at the same time." She said and pulled the saddle off of Cheveyo's back. The dunalino sighed in relief and dropped his head. Blackfoot continued to prance and switch his tail. "He must have thoroughbred somewhere in his line," Libby muttered. Calliegh helped unsaddle her horse and put the tack back into the trailer. Libby led both horses up into the trailer and shut the tail gate behind them.

"Thanks again," Calliegh said and they shook hands.

"If you need anything don't hesitate to call."

"Of course," Calliegh smiled and climbed into her Hummer. Libby waved before driving off and turning onto a larger road. She smiled to herself, content she had done the right thing.