"I'm getting a little bit tired of seeing you." Frank said as Bea aimed the gun at him.
"Frank, now is not the time to say something like that." Horatio said.
Bea smirked.
"I know you don't like me." She said, "Everybody listen up, once this plane lands in Miami you can all go. Except, these three MDPD cops."
Horatio, Frank and Ryan felt everybody looking at them. Bea smirked evilly at them and they sighed.
"Bea, you don't have to do this." Ryan said.
"Ryan, shut up." Bea growled, "You hate me. I know you do. And guess what? I hate you too. But if I can't have you, then no one will."
"What about my friends, what have they done to you?" Ryan asked.
"Sgt. Tripp has pissed me off. Lt. Caine, well he happens to be on your side." Bea shrugged.
Frank glared at Bea. If he could just get that gun she was holding and shoot her, everything would be over. Bea smirked at Frank and then glanced at the other passengers.
"We have to get her gun." Frank whispered to Horatio.
"I know." Horatio sighed, "But she has to look away and lose her concentration for us to be able to do it."
Bea heard them whisper and look at Horatio and Frank. They looked back at her with innocent eyes. Without hesitation Bea lashed out and hit Horatio in the head with the gun. Horatio gasped in pain and felt blood pouring down from a gash in his head.
"What are you crazy?!" Ryan growled.
Frank took off his suit jacket and used it to stop the bleeding.
"Every time Sgt. Tripp or you Ryan piss me off I will take it out on Caine. He will pay. So behave or he might not survive the flight back to Miami." Bea warned.
Bea then pushed a passenger in the row next to the guys from his chair and sat down.
"H, look at me." Frank said and Horatio looked in to the eyes of his friend.
Frank saw that Horatio seemed a bit confused but other than that fine, for now.
-I-
Natalia had fallen asleep with a cookie carton on her stomach after only eating three cookies. She had no idea she had been so tired. She woke up when her phone rang. It was Paul. She groaned.
"What Paul?" She asked.
"Nice way to greet a fellow colleague." Paul said.
"You're more of a disturbance than a colleague." Natalia sighed.
"We got a problem, there is a flight coming to Miami from Denver. Apparently there is a hostage situation on it." Paul said, "The Chief wants the team on it."
"Why are you calling me to tell me this?"
"I'm on it too." Paul said, "The plane pilot reported that three members of MDPD is among the hostage."
"Could it be…"
"We don't know yet." Paul said, "Meet me at Miami international airport."
Paul hung up and Natalia got an uneasy feeling. A flight from Denver to Miami with three MDPD members. It couldn't be a coincidence right? It had to be Ryan, Frank and Horatio.
Natalia left the house to drive to the airport and when she arrived at the parking lot on her way in, she saw Eric running to catch up with her.
"I just have a gut feeling that Bea is the one holding everyone hostage." Eric growled, "And if she I swear to god I'm going to kill her."
"Kill Paul first or you will have IAB on your ass for the rest of your life." Natalia said, "SWAT is here."
Natalia pointed towards the SWAT car that pulled up and the officers that jumped out of the car. SWAT leader Marcus Palmer caught up with Natalia and Eric.
"Is this a good situation for a pregnant woman?" He asked.
Marcus was a good friend with Frank and therefore knew that Natalia was pregnant.
"Yeah, where else should a pissed of pregnant woman be when her husband is in a hostage situation?" Natalia asked.
"Home." Marcus and Eric said in unison.
"I'm fine boys." Natalia said.
Once inside the airport in front of the cash-in desks they met Paul.
"The plane has been ordered to stay where it is once it has landed. That way Bea will be surrounded." Paul sighed, "Why won't that woman just leave Dt. Wolfe alone?"
"She's crazy." Natalia said.
"Do we know yet if it is Ryan, Frank and H in the plane?" Eric asked.
Paul shook his head. In less than 30 minutes the plane would land.
-I-
The plane had just landed and Bea ordered the pilot to open the door so that everyone could leave. Ryan, Horatio and Frank remained in their seats. When Bea heard the sirens from the police cars approaching she got nervous and started pacing. Ryan and Frank glanced at each other. The more nervous and scared Bea got, the more harm she could cause. Horatio was slowly blinking and it was clear that he was losing consciousness.
"Bea, please let Lt. Caine go. He needs medical care." Ryan said.
Bea shook he head furiously. This wasn't supposed to happen. She had expected the police to show up but not so fast. She had of course no idea that the pilot had contacted the police as they were flying.
"Bea?" Ryan asked.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Bea screamed, "I can't think when you talk."
Ryan remained quiet and gently shook Horatio to keep him awake. The gash in his head was still bleeding, but it only seemed as if the blood caused problems and nothing else.
"Do you want a ransom?" Frank asked.
He couldn't figure out what Bea was hoping for to get out of this. Money? Sure, but would she understand that the cops would place GPS among the money? What did she want? Except to cause Ryan pain.
"No, yes… well, yes." Bea said, "I want to be able to leave. I want a car and money and no cops following me. And then… I want Ryan to pay for what he has done."
"Let Caine go." Frank said, "He's hurt."
"Which is what I want."
"No, Ryan is supposed to pay. And I know you won't let me go, but please let Caine go." Frank said, he could see that Horatio needed to get to a hospital fast.
"Screw him!" Bea said and ran a hand through her hair.
Ryan looked out the window and saw SWAT positioning themselves around the plan. He could see Eric hiding behind the hummer, but he couldn't see Natalia.
"How do I make them hear my demands?" Bea asked and pointed at the cops outside.
When nobody answered she shot of a bullet in the roof.
"Answer me!"
"You make a call." Frank said.
Bea reached inside Ryan's pockets and found his cell phone.
"Any specific number you want me to call?" She asked.
"Eric." Ryan said.
Bea quickly found Eric's number in the phone and called. It took a while, but finally Eric picked up.
"Ryan?" He asked.
"Good guess."Bea smirked, "I want one million dollars and a car. I don't want anyone to follow me." Bea said, "You got an hour."
"Well, I you want me to do that you have to let the hostage go." Eric said, he wasn't a negotiator but he had to try his best.
"No way."
"Well, then you can forget about the car."
"You give me all I ask for or you can forget seeing your friends ever again." Bea growled, "Do we have a deal?"
Eric looked at Natalia and Paul. Paul took the phone.
"Bea, this is Paul from MDPD." Paul said.
Bea sighed and told Paul her demands.
"We want something in return. At least let one of the hostages go." Paul said.
"No." Bea said.
"Bea, they won't give you anything if you don't." Ryan said.
Bea fired a bullet through the window next to Ryan.
"Shut up! I want my demands here in thirty minutes or I'll shoot Sgt. Tripp and Lt. Caine." Bea growled and hung up.
Paul didn't see any other option then giving Bea what she asked for. He made some calls.
Inside the plane Bea was pacing again.
"Horatio, H, stay awake!" Frank said and shook Horatio.
Horatio didn't open his eyes.
"See what you've done! He's going to die if he doesn't get help." Frank said, "Let him go."
"One cop less means I'm doing the world a favor." Bea shrugged.
Frank jumped forward and managed to grab Bea's gun. They fought and Frank had Bea pinned against a seat. Bea refused to let go of the gun. Ryan, in the meantime, decided to make sure Horatio got to safety. Since there was a mattress outside the door, he simply had to let Horatio slide down. Ryan dragged Horatio to the door and waved for Eric and Paul to catch him. Just as he let go of Horatio, Bea kicked Frank where it hurts the most for a man and then once in the chest. Frank lost the grip of the gun and Bea stood up, aiming the gun at Ryan.
"You let him go." She growled.
"He was hurt." Ryan said as he sat down in his seat again.
Frank sat up and remained on the floor, while Bea closed the door and locked it.
-I-
Horatio woke up in the ambulance to the hospital and looked up in to Eric's eyes.
"He's awake." Eric said.
"Lt. Caine, you're are on your way to the hospital, you have a nasty gash in your head." The EMT said.
Horatio nodded and squeezed Eric's hand softly. Eric smiled and squeezed back. Once they arrived at the hospital, Horatio was quickly examined and then stitched up.
"You got a slight concussion and some blood loss."The doctor said, "You're a lucky man. We'd like to keep you overnight."
Horatio nodded. Eric sat down in a chair next to Horatio's bed.
"Eric, you have to find out how Bea managed to get on the plane with a gun." Horatio said.
"And you need to rest." Eric said.
"Eric, I'm fine. Somebody must have helped her." Horatio sighed, "If I'm here, does that mean Ryan and Frank are safe as well?"
"No, They're still in the plane. Frank and Bea started fighting and Ryan made sure you got off the plane." Eric said.
"Then what are you still doing here?" Horatio asked, "I love your company, but I'm fine. You have more important things to do now."
"H…"
"Eric, please find out how Bea got onboard the plane." Horatio said.
Eric nodded and gave Horatio a kiss before leaving. He went back to the lab and called Alaska airport. He send over a photo of Bea and asked if they had seen her. They called back and said they had, and they also knew how she got on the plane.
Eric hurried to Miami international airport with the information.
"She what?" Paul asked.
"She pretended to be someone who cleaned the airplane, that's how she managed to smuggle the gun onboard the plane." Eric said, "She shot a woman and stole her ID. They looked very much alike."
"That woman has no limits." Paul said shocked.
Inside the plane, Ryan and Frank were getting tired of being hostages. Ryan decided to do something about it. He knew SWAT would shoot her if they got the chance. Ryan stood up.
"What are you doing?" Bea asked.
"I'm leaving." Ryan said calmly, although he wasn't calm at all.
"No you're not." Bea growled.
"Bea, I'm tired of this shit. You have to accept that you can't do what you want all the time. I'm leaving." Ryan moved towards the door and grabbed the handle.
Bea stared at Ryan and then hesitated if she should aim the gun at him or not. Ryan opened the door slightly. He didn't like seeing people get killed, but Bea wouldn't stop unless she was disarmed or dead. As Ryan opened the door, Bea growled and aimed the gun at him, just as she was about to shoot, a shot was heard and Bea fall down to the floor. A bullet hole through her head.
Ryan slumped down on the floor and sighed heavily. Frank stood up and walked towards him.
"It was necessary Ryan." He said.
Ryan shrugged. Was it really? Couldn't she have been shot in the shoulder and sent to jail instead? Did she really have to die? Frank pulled Ryan up on his feet and together they slid down the mattress.
TBC…
AN: Please review!