"You're going to regret that," the thicker of the two accents, Dimitri, whispered in her ear as they dragged her from the car, pushing her towards a darkened doorway of an abandoned building.

"I doubt it." Calleigh snarled, terrified that her son was out there on his own but she didn't let them see that. She trusted Andrew, she had faith in him and she knew that somehow, Eric would find him. She had to believe it or she'd die right where she stood.

"Get over there!" Alexei shoved her and Calleigh stumbled against the wall, catching her toe on the jagged edge of a concrete slab; she tripped and braced herself against the wall, breaking what could have been a nasty fall. Turning around, she rested her back against the wall, feeling the cold, rough concrete on her shoulder where her sweater had torn and her camisole didn't cover. She stood tall, using the wall as her strength and holding her chin up defiantly.

"Where is he?" Dimitri demanded and a flicker of confusion crossed her eyes, before she swallowed and steeled herself.

"Who?"

"You know who!" he snapped, lunging for her, but Alexei held him back with a hand on his arm.

"We can't kill her," he warned and Calleigh felt her heart soar at the idea. She wasn't ready to die and knowing there was some reason they needed to keep her alive apart from the fact that she didn t know what that was the tiny flame of hope inside her grew a little. "Not yet," Alexei clarified and Calleigh felt her flame go out completely.

"You're Sarnoff's men, aren't you?" She figured, if she was on the block, she might as well ask the questions worth asking before the end.

Neither man answered and Calleigh took that as an affirmative. She'd thought Horatio had killed him, Horatio thought he'd killed him. But the Russian Mob were like a swarm of radioactive cockroaches; there was just no getting rid of them.

They'll give him to us, in return for you."

Calleigh scoffed and rolled her eyes. She didn't know who they wanted, she didn't know who they could possibly want and she didn't know why they'd take her over the rest of the team. The hit was still on all of them, considering Sarnoff had never died. So she didn't know why they'd choose her over the rest of the able-bodied CSIs they wanted dead. She figured that it had to have something to do with Eric, but then why kidnap her, why not just kill her? And how could they have possibly known about them? Horatio had made sure the details and records of their marriage were kept sealed, that Andrew's birth certificate was kept under wraps so that none of their enemies would be able to use it. But then she remembered the strange woman at the marina, sporting a story of Calleigh's help and she unconsciously slapped herself for not being more cautious. That woman was how he'd known. But thinking over all this in the space of time it took the butt of Alexei's gun to collide with her lip again, Calleigh started to fear the lengths Eric would go to, to get her back. And as she held her stinging face in one hand, bracing herself against the wall with the other, she feared exactly what he'd give them to save her.

**

Ryan sped through the streets of Miami. His siren was blaring as he tried to remember how Calleigh had taught him to dodge traffic like a maniac without actually hitting a single car along the way. It brought memories forward, of all the things she'd taught him and brought to the forefront of his mind exactly what it would mean if they lost her. Losing Calleigh could never just be losing Calleigh. Losing her would mean the loss of a colleague, a mentor and a friend. Losing her would mean the loss of his best friend, because Eric wouldn t recover and losing her would mean the loss of an innocent little girl who'd never see the world her mother and father fought so tirelessly to protect. Speeding up, as if it would get him there with more of a chance to save Eric the panic and the fear, Ryan screeched into their sleepy little street, with the big houses, the mini-vans and sound of children laughing. He'd never imagined Calleigh would have been so welcomed in such a predominantly Cuban neighbourhood, but he had seen that she had fit in as if the streets were filled with quick-tongued southerners who liked their guns and their mimosas; each time he'd come to their house for a beer to find the whole neighbourhood in their backyard with Eric at the barbeque and Calleigh serving drinks.

Clearing his head, Ryan haphazardly parked the car alongside Eric's Hummer, which was parked on the drive. His heart raced as he noticed the front door to the house, sitting open and he worried that Eric, in his panic, may have set off on foot.

"Eric?" he called through the doorway, hesitating at the threshold with his gun out and ready. He heard a shuffle and a thud, and with caution he made his way down the hall. He passed the bathroom; checking, passed Andrew's bedroom and he glanced inside, nothing. "Eric?" He called again and jumped when a dining chair came flying down the hallway, crashing against the frame of the front door because he'd jumped aside just in time.

"They're gone!" Eric screamed and Ryan quickly stowed his gun.

"Eric, man, calm down." He tried to placate him, reaching out for the man who was pacing with his hands clutched tightly to his head.

"The back door is broken, the bed isn't made. They're missing, Wolfe, they're missing!"

"I know," Ryan spoke softly, trying his best not to put a match to Eric's already inflamed temper. "I know, Eric."

Eric's eyes turned to him angrily. "You know? How the hell do you know?! What happened?" Eric grabbed his arms, as if shaking him could make all the answers come free of their own volition. But Ryan stilled him, grabbing the crook of his shoulder to make his friend meet his eyes.

"We don't know, Eric, but Horatio asked me to come get you. The entire force is out there searching for Andrew as we speak."

"Take me to him." Eric let him go, storming out the front door and not even bothering to close it. Ryan followed, pulling the door closed even though it was a pointless effort. The back door was already hanging off its hinges. "Take me to him, now."

**

"H, I've got Eric." Ryan spoke into the phone, glancing over at Eric a couple of times, before his friend's glare set his eyes on the road for good. "Yeah," he answered and Ryan passed the phone to Eric.

"Yeah, H." Eric answered, brusquely.

"Jane's pinpointed Andrew's location to an abandoned construction site. Eric, I want you and Wolfe to meet me there. Jake's already en route."

"I want to speak to him; can you have her patch the call to my phone?"

There was a pause on the line and Eric could feel his cheeks heating up. "Eric, the line went dead a moment ago. The best we ve got to go on is that he s there, somewhere."

"Then give me the address." Eric demanded, taking it from him before flipping the phone closed and throwing it back in Ryan 's lap. "Drive faster," he ordered, and while Ryan was a little unsure of this side of Eric, he knew it's what he had to do.

**

Eric looked up towards the sky, feeling the wind from the helicopter over head as the spot-light shone on him and Horatio and Ryan ran in the opposite direction, covering as much ground as they could. His blood was pumping angrily through his system; the pulse in his ears was overwhelming as he jogged across the site. He was surrounded by cops, uniformed and un-uniformed alike, searching, calling his son's name. He caught site of Jake Berkeley, running towards him on the lot, dodging a sniffer dog as he came up beside him.

He could barely hear him over the roar of the helicopter, but he could see the sincerity in his eyes. "Anything?" he asked and Jake shook his head, letting Eric push past him to make his way into the run-down building.

"Andrew!" he called, hearing it echoed from Jake's lips a few rooms over. "Delko!" Eric froze and turned, seeing the beams from the helicopter and the cars, streaming in through the cracks in the walls as Jake called his name. "Over here!" Eric stumbled over a broken table, tripped out into the hall and with a hand on either wall, launched himself towards the sound of Jake's voice.

"Papa!" Eric's heart soared at that one little four letter word. Jake had his hands at Andrew's waist as though he were poised to lift him off the ground, before Eric burst in the room and father and son were running for each other. Jake watched as Andrew practically jumped into Eric's arms, wrapped his little arms around his father's neck as Eric buried his face in his curly hair.

"Oh, thank god." Eric breathed, gripping the back of his son's head as he kissed his forehead fiercely. "Thank god." He muttered and Jake found himself watching, staring and fighting the bitter pang of jealousy in his mouth for the son that could have been his if he'd only tried a little harder, loved a little better.

**

It was right then that Calleigh realised it. Right now, her life was in jeopardy and tonight, the lives of both of her children were threatened. She had managed to save one, hoping against hope that Eric had found him by now and as she could feel the hard, cold pressure of a gun beneath her chin and the sharp stabbing pain of a fist in her hair, wrenching her head back to expose her throat, that maybe there was a chance she could save the other too.

She had no other choice.

This dangerous game they were playing was getting further out of hand as Sarnoff's fist came down across her face again. They were leaving her no other options; it was time to play not the cards she was dealt, but the cards she had hidden in her purse before the game had even begun.

Staring up into his eyes, with remarkable steel in her own, she swallowed deeply and whispered. "You know who I am. But if you kill me, you won't just be killing a cop." Her lips pressed into a thin line as his grip on her hair tightened and he cocked his head smugly, as if nothing she could say would unnerve him. "You'll be killing Alexander Sharova's grandchild." Narrowing her eyes, she felt she was gaining the upper hand as his fingers released her hair just slightly and the hand wielding the gun wavered just a little.

But when he released her hair, taking a step back as he let out a humourless, sinister laugh, her brow furrowed in confusion. She watched Ivan drop to his knees before her, coming close enough to her face that she could feel his breath on her cheeks and the eyes of Alexei and Dimitri at her back, as he whispered. "Then I have exactly the right person."