Ryan walked down the hall of the lab, trying not smile as he passed Calleigh and Alexx, who looked as if they were crying for hours. He knew Ron would know what to do when the time came but this was genius, but now he was wondering if Ron was doing okay. He didn't know if he made it out or not but he knew Ron had everything under control. Or so he hoped. He walked into the break room and turned on the TV just in time for the breaking news, and sat down to listen to what he already knew. Speed died in the line of duty trying to save his boyfriend, blah blah blah. He's been dealing with everyone's sad faces this morning that he just wanted to hide in his lab and let everyone have a cry fest without him. He heard the door to the break room open and turned around to see who came in but he saw no one. Thinking it was just someone seeing if anyone was in the break room, he started flipping through channels when he felt his phone vibrate. He reached into his pocket and read Ron's number on his Caller ID.

"Ron, you okay?" Nothing. All he could hear was heavy breathing and that was it. "Answer me Ron. Have you killed Eric yet? Blowing up the building was great and you even killed Speed but you do remember the deal right?" When he got no answer, he just hung up. If Ron wanted to talk to him then he can call back again. He turned his attention to the TV when he heard the door once again open and close. He stood up this time and walked over to the door to see if he could catch the person but when he opened the door, he only saw two lab ladies walking pass with tissues on the other side of the hall. He shook his head and closed the door once more and headed to the counter for a pot of coffee, thinking about tomorrow. After tomorrow, he will get the promotion for sure. Nothing could go wrong.

"Mr. Wolfe," a voice said from behind him. He jumped, almost spilling his coffee, and turned around to face Horatio. What was it with people trying to scare him today?

"Horatio. I didn't hear you come in."

"Mr. Wolfe, if you're not busy right now, would you accompany me to the interrogation room for a few minutes. There's something we need to talk about."

"Sure thing." Ryan gave his best smile and fixed his suit and followed Horatio down the hall and into the elevator. "What is it that we need to talk about?"

"We just need a few more questions answered so we can hand them into the department." Horatio was being short and to the point, all awhile smiling. He stepped out of the elevator and waved Frank and Yelina over as he walked Ryan into one of the interrogation rooms. Once the door was closed, he had Ryan sit down as he sat himself. "Mr. Wolfe, I would like to ask you a few questions."

"Go right ahead Lieutenant."

"Four days ago Eric Delko was taken hostage by Ron McBee, who was suppose to be in jail for thirty years. I had Yelina go out to the jail to find out why Ron had escaped and it turns out, he didn't escape but was tricked into thinking his thirty years were up."

"Really?"

"Yes. You see, while in jail, Ron was keeping track of the years he's been in jail along with days and months. Half way through, he just started keeping track of the years and sometimes month if he knew what month they were on. On his eighteenth year, Ron had gotten a new cellmate by the name of Benny Johnmill. Benny was in jail for killing his ex-girlfriend's boyfriend and beat her up."

"Okay. Why are you telling me this?"

"Just listen. Well, Benny wanted revenge on his ex so when he heard what Ron was in for, he had told Ron that when he got out of jail he knew someone that would like to join his game. Ron agreed and then Benny started messing with Ron's head by adding in extra marks on the wall. Four years of doing this and Ron had counted thirty years and then just walked out when he was suppose to be transported to Gorgia to finish his sentence, but not before assuring Benny that his ex would be taken care of. Do you know the ex girlfriend's name?"

"No."

"Rebecca Wing."

"Okay, you know why she died. What does this have to do with me? I thought these questions where about the promotion?"

"They are," Frank said. "Two weeks ago you and Eric Delko were notified about the promotion in your department. Higher pay and more benifits."

"Correct."

"It's funny how this is the last week you both are being watched and Eric suddenly goes missing."

"Where are you going with this?"

"Are you responsible for Eric's kidnapping?" Frank was trying to keep his anger in check but he was really close with the Cuban, other than he was the only that could dive for evidence like a pro. He was watching Ryan's reaction and was getting exactly what he expected.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You can play dumb all you want but we know for a fact that you had set this all up."

"Prove it."

Frank smiled like he won the lottery and threw a file on the table in front of Ryan. "My pleasure. If you take a look at those pictures I just gave you, you will notice those are pictures of the missing evidence. The blood samples, DNA report, viles of sawdust, shirt, and pictures of the tire marks and footprints found at crime scene in the woods."

"So."

"These were found in your locker. We did a locker check on everyone's locker and yours was the lucky winner. Mind tell us how all this ended up in your locker and where you put Rebecca's body?"

Ryan just stared at the pictures and then without warning, he bolted out of the chair and headed for the door before anyone had a chance to move. He flew the door open and ran passed the cubes as officers stood up in confusion, but then realized what was happening and took off after him. He saw the elevator and knew he was home free but before he could get an inch from the door, he tripped over something and landed on the ground. He looked up and saw Calleigh with her gun drawn and aimed at him.

"You might be a CSI but you have all the moves of a criminal." She knelt down and cuffed him, being extra hard, and pulled him up with the help of some of the officers. "I believe the interrogation room is this way." She walked in front of Ryan as two officer walked him back to the room where Horatio was just sitting with a smile on his face. Calleigh stood in front of the door once the officers sat Ryan down and left. She wasn't going to let him get away again.

"It seems, Mr. Wolfe, that your actions just now confirmed our suspicion. Why don't you tell us the truth. How do you know Ron McBee and where is Eric right now."

"Okay. First of, Rebecc'a body is buried on the side of this building with three rocks as the headstone. As for Ron, when I heard about the promotion I was excited, but then a week ago I over heard some tech guys talking, saying something how they think Eric deserved the promotion. He was nice, a hard worker, and everyone loved him. Girls would fall over heels for him but he was already taken. By a guy no less. Guys wanted to get to know him and go out for drinks. I just couldn't believe that everyone wanted a fag to get the promotion. I guess I flipped. I worked my ass off harder than Eric. I get all my work done on time where Eric is usually a day or two late. I've always shown up on time and ready for a scene. I've tried not to let talk get to me but then I heard it from one of the board members that they were considering Eric, that is, if he showed up this whole week."

"So how do you know Ron?"

"When I arrived for work the night Eric disappeared, I saw this guy walking around the parking lot, standing by Calleigh's car. I walked up to him and asked who he was and what he wanted. He didn't want to tell me his name but he asked me what was wrong with me, since I was pissed when I saw Eric's car still in the lot. So I told him what was going on and how I deserved the promotion over a fag and it seemed I wasn't going to get it when he smiled. He told me his name was Ron McBee and he had a way to help me. He was already going to take Calleigh as a hostage, to get revenge on Horatio, so he could take Eric as well but I convinced him that if he could just have Eric disappear and leave Calleigh, that I would be able to get the promotion. I didn't mean for this to go this far. I just wanted him gone for a week and then he was going to let him go. When you guys were getting closer I took the evidence so I could have a few more days to prove I was worthy."

"Then why did you ask him if he killed Eric yet?" Horatio asked, not keeping anger out of his voice.

"What? I never said anything about killing Eric. I told you after this week Eric was going to be set free but Ron has gone crazy."

"Cut the bullshit," Calleigh said. She stormed over to the table and pulled out a tape recorder. "I guess recording is becoming an addiction around here these days." She hit play and walked back to the door, listening as Ryan's conversation from the break room played for all to hear. "You never wanted Eric back. You wanted him dead. You nothing but a homophobic bastard."

"Who taped this?"

"That's not important right now. Where is Eric?" Horatio asked, knowing they might not have much time to save him.

"I don't know."

"Bullshit." This time, it was Frank. He walked over to Ryan and pulled out his cell phone and scrolled down his contacts.

"You can't do that!"

"Yes he can," Yelina said, speeking up for the first time since they've been in there. "You ran out during an interrogation while being questioned and you just confessed to being responsible for the disappearence of Eric Delko. We have all the right from here on out."

Frank nodded and found the number he needed. Putting it on speaker phone and before he hit play, he laid the phone on the table and glared at Ryan. "You are going to find out where Ron is and you are not going to tell him anything about this. You understand me?"

Usually, Ryan would agree but then change his mind, but the look on Franks face, told him not to push him. He saw Frank hit call and after three rings, Ron picked up.

"Ryan, buddy. How are ya?"

"I'm good. I wanted to make sure you got out of the building okay."

"Oh yeah. I'm better than okay. Officer Speedle is dead and pretty soon you won't have to worry about Eric anymore."

"Good. Listen, before you keep your part of the deal, I was wondering if I could visit Eric one last time. You know, to rub it in his face?"

"I think we can arrange something. He's in solitary confinement right now but I think you can see him."

"Great. Where are you and I'll be right over while I still have free time." Ryan never felt like a rat until now.

"The Everglades off of rout 64. I would hurry though. It's a scorcher and I don't know how long Eric has."

"Okay. I'll be right over. Thanks."

Frank ended the call, but never looked at Ryan. He took Ryan's phone and walked out of the room, calling officers to follow him to the cars and to get ready for a second time rescue mission. Ryan followed Franks form and was about to look at Horatio when someone walking pass the room and stopped caught his eye. He blinked and then looked again, still the person stood there.

"It can't be. You're dead."

"Well, it's clear to say your not the best CSI now are you," Speed growled, walking into the room.

"But how?"

"Me and Speed over heard you talking on the phone the day before we went to the sawmill," Calleigh said with a smile. "Of course we didn't plan on the building to blow up but Speed was way clear of the building."

"A few cuts here and there but other than that I'm still alive," Speed said. "When the firefighters found me off to the side, I told them to get Horatio and then we came up with this wonderful idea that I was killed in the blast. Of course those around who knew I was alive promised not to tell anyone."

"So we told reporters that Speed was killed," Horatio finished. "I knew Ron would be watching the news and I wanted him to feel good about himself before we ruined his day." He stood up and was about to walk out of the room before he turned around. "Oh yeah, Speed was the one who taped you talking to Ron on the phone."

"Yeah. I guess I play the part of a ghost very good." Speed gave one last smile before following Calleigh and Horatio out of the room and headed for the double doors to go save his boyfriend.