Eric was the first to regain his composure after the bullets stopped flying and when he did; that's when he felt his heart in his throat. Through the fog he could hear Horatio calling for backup and almost on cue, it arrived in the form of two squad cars and an Ambulance. He dropped to his knees, ignoring the stinging in his knees as the bitumen scratched at his skin through his pants. With a soft hand, he tapped Natalia on her cheek as she moaned softly, her eyes opening slowly. As she looked back at him, Natalia closed her eyes and moaned, a hand resting immediately on her forehead. Her head, from her forehead to behind her left eye, was cross between stabbing and throbbing from where she hit the ground and the combined sensations was making her head spin. If it kept up much longer, her dinner would be making a repeat appearance. As Eric looked around, he sighed in relief as he saw Ryan's SUV and Calleigh's crossfire re-appear in their designated parking spots. A paramedic, Miki, made her way to the group before either of the other two arrived.

"Natalia?" She asked, reaching into the kit and retrieving a gauze patch to hold against a weeping wound atop her head. Natalia hissed as it was placed atop it but moved her hand over Miki's gloved one to hold it there. "Can you tell me what happened?" She asked, fishing in the kit with one hand for something.

"There were shots fired at us and I ducked but..." Natalia's cheeks coloured as she admitted this. "I must've been pulled down too hard and I hit my head."

Miki nodded, retrieving her penlight. "Follow this light with your eyes," She moved the torch to the left. "Did you lose consciousness?" She asked, moving the torch to the right this time.

"Yeah." Eric answered for her, noticing a sudden colour change to his girlfriends complexion. "She must've hit her head pretty hard..." Natalia bit down on her lip, eyes closing again as the nausea made itself noticeable again. I surely didn't hit my head that hard... what the hell is going on with me?

"Just to be safe I would like to take her straight to Dade-Memorial and do a few tests to rule out anything major." She gathered the kit up as the second paramedic, James, arrived to the group with the gurney. "Are you able to walk, do you think?" She asked, placing the kit behind the head of the stretcher.

"I might need some help..." Natalia admitted, feeling as ashamed of herself as she did the day the ambulance was called on her for Nick's attack. As she stood, with help from Eric and Miki, her legs felt like lead as the world began to spin. Her hand went to her mouth, trying everything in her power to stop herself from vomiting. She already felt bad enough, but this was just adding to the pile. James arranged the gurney so it was next to her, allowing her to get on her toes and sit herself in the middle of it so her legs could easily swing over onto it. Covering her with the belts, she was clicked in and as the gurney was raised, she gasped, "I think I'm gonna be sick." Almost before Miki could place the emesis bag under her chin, she heaved as Eric's hand rested on her back. She heaved three more times, stopping after about two minutes. She closed her eyes and moaned, leaning against Eric's shoulder. James and Miki shared a look as James began to move the gurney towards the van.

"Where is she going?" Calleigh called from behind the car Natalia was laying next to.

"Dade-Memorial. I'm riding with her." Eric announced, his tone leaving no room for argument. As the doors closed with Natalia and Eric in the back of the van, Calleigh raised an eyebrow to herself and shrugged, bagging a shard of glass. She and Ryan worked in silence, Horatio giving his statement to one of the Officers by the elevator. Calleigh was the first to notice the envelope on the ground by Natalia's car, rising to her feet and maneuvering around the glass; thankful that she had changed into her sneakers before she got the callout. With a gloved hand, she reached for it and rose again, holding the envelope with almost shaking hands.

"Hey, Cal..." Ryan called, approaching her with photos in his gloved hands. "Think I've found motive. And a lot of it." Spreading the photos on the hood of a nearby parked car, Calleigh's jaw hit the floor at the photos.

"Oh, my..." She almost whispered when she came across the photo of Eric and Natalia kissing. "This explains a lot..." She looked to Ryan, who shared the same look as her.

"How did we not see this?" He asked, his eyes still stuck on the same photo. He drew them away briefly, stopping when he saw a photo of Natalia's beaten face. Her right eye was swollen to the point where it couldn't open, she had a long gash on her forehead and her bottom lip was split open. An evidence ruler was against her cheek being held up by a gloved hand. "What the hell..."

"There's more..." Calleigh grabbed three photos from the spread, ones of Natalia's bruised wrists and one of her broken left arm. "Oh my god..."

"CSI Duquesne, CSI Wolfe!" An officer called. Calleigh was the first to look in his direction. "You will want to see this." Swallowing deeply, Calleigh grabbed her camera and walked over to where Eric's car was parked. The message of 'you can't get away that easily' being held between his hands.

"Who the hell..." Calleigh was shocked to her core. Someone was coming after a very close friend of hers, and it was someone that she thought would stop at nothing until they had finally done what they needed to do.

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Natalia sat in the dimmed cubicle of the ER, her eyes closed softly as she dozed. Eric was seated opposite her, leaning forward with his head in his hands. He knew from Natalia's description how serious her last visit to the ER was at the hands of Nick, and something in him was hoping that she would not have to visit this dreaded place again until it was a more happier occasion. With another sigh, he reached into his pocket and clasped the spare key for his house in his hand suddenly sweaty hand. He felt something different about Natalia; something that he knew he could not get enough of. And, if he had anything to say about it the next item he was holding in his sweaty palm in his pocket would be 'that' box.

Eric was so absorbed in his thought that he didn't notice the nurse outside the curtained off cubicle snap a picture of Natalia's dozing form and type the message Plan B? into her phone.