Chapter 10: Cold

Wolf drove the Hummer down into the road that led up to the Hospital. Chloe was in the back, jumping at every van she saw. Wolf kept on looking at her in his mirror. He glanced the thick cut that travelled down her cheek and he recovering black eye. But, he could never look her straight in the eye. Maybe it was just the fact that the thought of what they had seen spooked him slightly or maybe just because he didn't want to make her offended. But it was something that kept on nagging at the back of his mind. He dared not bring it up however and just kept his own eyes on the road. The traffic lights remained on red for a while, in which Wolf decided to drum his fingers on the wheel, until, Chloe actually said something.

"You must be intelligent."

"Why's that?" Wolf asked, looking round at her.

"To get in the CSI. Mum said that takes real brains to get into the Miami team." She answered.

"Well, it may seem like it for you. But for me, it was a promotion. I used to be an officer in the force. I went to a bus accident and H saw me. Then he tested me out and I guess I passed." Wolf said, thinking back to that day. "You have a proper mind too though."

"What?" Chloe asked, staring at him for the first time.

"Well, you managed to get those kidnappers to let Horatio go, and then you escaped. It takes real brains and courage to do that sort of thing." Wolf answered.

"No, all it takes is being beaten, slashed and fired at for ages then you learn their ideas of kidnapping. Plus, anyone could have faked being asleep, it's kids play." Chloe said roughly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Wolf enquired. Chloe reached into her back pocket and drew out a syringe.

"This is the antidote to the stuff the use on me. I would have given it to Horatio, but…" She trailed off; giving the hint to Wolf she didn't want to talk about it anymore. Wolf sighed and turned forwards, watching the traffic moving into the hospital. A red car, green four-wheel drive and a… white van. Chloe was staring out front, a look of terror on her face. Wolf guessed what was going on and switched on his sirens. The Hummer passed through the pulled over traffic, racing towards the hospital.

Horatio went rigid, staring at the white van. Calleigh sensed there was something immediately wrong and turned.

"Calleigh, we have to move." Horatio growled, keeping his eyes on the van. Calleigh was nodding silently, her skin cold.

"C'mon." Horatio said and he led Calleigh away, just as the van turned around the bend. He grabbed her and pulled hr round the corner.

"Have you got your gun, Calleigh?" Horatio hissed. Calleigh drew out her pistol and passed it to Horatio, ho held it firmly in front of him. Only one man got out. It was Mark, looking proud to have been here. Horatio frowned. Where was the other one? Calleigh noticed this and looked around. Joe stood out in front of them, a smirk on his face, holding a knife. He was staring right at them.

"Hello, little lady." He growled. Horatio turned, pointing the gun right at Joe.

"Get down on the floor right now." He snarled. Joe was grinning. "NOW!" Joe did as he was told, placing the knife in front of him and going low to the ground. Horatio knew something was wrong. Calleigh felt it too. Horatio's fears were confirmed when he felt the cold metal of a gun being placed against his head.

"Put the gun down now." Said Mark's voice, a hint o pleasure in his voice. Horatio lowered his gun, knowing that if he made a wrong move, a bullet would slam right into his brain. He placed the pistol on the ground, hating every moment of it. He realised at how much Calleigh was at stake and he remembered his promise. He was going to keep her safe, in life or death. He was about to scream run to her when suddenly the sound of a fierce engine could be heard. There was a moment of confusion the, out of nowhere, a Hummer's bumper collided into Mark, sending his gun flying and him rolling onto the ground, dazed and confused. Calleigh rushed over to Horatio and pulled him up, her hands shaking. They heard the slam of a door and the harsh yelling of a familiar voice. Then another slam and a missed face came rushing round the Hummer.

Great, another short one. Sorry guys, I just have loads of the dreaded homework. But trust me (or not) the next chapter is going to be very good. I shall try and make it longer! I am really sorry, please reveiw!

From TheNextTitan