Okay, Everyone here is chapter 11 :)! Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed the last chapter...your words mean more to me than y'all know.

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Calleigh and Frank tagged and bagged anything and everything that might help them with the case. She already called an informed Horatio about what they found and he stated he had to take care of something but he would be on his way shortly. Once Calleigh ended the conservation she began examining the attic. She noticed there was a little closet door on the left side of the attic and began approaching it. She reached her hand and opened the door moving to the side quickly as a bed popped out.

"Hey, Frank!" She called.

"Yeah, you find anything?" Frank said.

"What is this a pop out bed?" Calleigh asked.

Frank chuckled. "I guess. Maybe someone else was living here."

"Yeah, well there's only one way to find out. I'll go question Mrs. Sanchez about it." Calleigh left the attic and headed back outside the house to find Mrs. Sanchez. When she approached her Mrs. Sanchez was just finishing a conversation her cell phone.

"Yes, I know it looks bad but I can't afford taking this public right now." She said into the phone. Her eyes widened when she saw Calleigh approaching. "I have to go...you too." She hung up the phone and turned to Calleigh. "Did you find something that might help my husband's case?"

"Was someone else living here with you and Mr. Sanchez?" Calleigh asked.

Mrs. Sanchez and looked down. "Not that I can recall," She said.

Calleigh sighed. "Mrs. Sanchez, we can't help you if you don't help us. If there's something going on that you're not telling me these gangs can do more than you can imagine; not to mention Ann Marie is involved as well."

Mrs. Sanchez shook her head. "Ann Marie has nothing with this! This is my dumb husband's mistake!" She sighed. "A man by the name of Gregory Ramirez was staying here. He and my husband worked together years ago before he and I ever met." She scoffed and chuckled. "He is a looker if you get what I am saying and as much as I loved Phillip, my husband, he and I both knew our relationship was over."

"Are you saying you and Gregory Ramirez had an affair?" Calleigh asked. She noticed a slight nod from Mrs. Sanchez.

"And there's your proof," Mrs. Sanchez said looking at Ann Marie playing patty cake with one of the paramedics. "One healthy baby girl." She smiled faintly.

"Mrs. Sanchez, was that Gregory you were talking to on the phone?"

"No...I...it was my cousin." Mrs. Sanchez looked away.

Calleigh sighed, knowing the woman was lying but decided to leave her alone for now. "Okay, here's my card. If you just want to talk or if you remember anything else let me know." Calleigh waved over an officer to come over their way. "This officer will take you and Ann Marie into witness protection." Calleigh watched as she followed the officer and smiled when Ann Marie waved goodbye.

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"Came back to talk about my case Red?" Memo smirked.

"Mmm...that all depends on you Memo." Horatio said whilst shifting his weight.

"Look I ain't got nothing to do with that girl...I told you all what you wanted to know." Memo said

"Did you Memo?" Horatio glared at him. Memo shifted in his seat, sniffed, and looked away. Horatio grinned and shook his head. "Okay, let me put it another way...how does a 5 by 9 cell sound for ten more years without any visitation from anyone...including your daughter." Horatio knew he got his attention on that. Memo's daughter was everything to him and he did anything for her and only Horatio knew of the girl; which came in handy at times like these. He hated using the little girl as bait to get Memo to talk, but that was sometimes the only way to scare Memo.

"That's cold Red."

"Mmm...it's been cold ever since you shot my wife...or should I say helped fake her death." Horatio said.

Memo shook his head and sighed. "The guy you want is in Cuba...probably where your wife is too."

"I need a name, Memo." Horatio said whilst shifting his weight.

Memo shrugged. "Some guy named Gregory...hell I don't know."

"Memo...don't push me." Horatio glared at him.

Memo sighed, giving up the lies and began telling the truth. "Everything was planned... it started with framing the girls father-"

"Wait...hold on a second...who's father and what girl?" Horatio asked.

"Gregory, the guy who comes to visit me, told me that this girl's father had money and he could help me get some."

"Was this the same girl I asked you about earlier?" Horatio asked.

Memo nodded and continued. "That was originally the plan but somehow Greg knew a lot of other wealthy women; including your wife. It was all for the money for me but Greg had other ideas of ransoming all the girls for money and smuggling them to Cuba to establish some new kind of business with his weird ass step father Slovak." Memo sighed and looked over at Horatio. "You realize I could get killed telling you this much...I mean it Red...I want to see my baby girl."

Horatio nodded. "You have my word this time...I will at least try to lift some years of your sentence but Memo...that's not a promise."

Memo nodded. He understood the consequences and the punishment he deserved for doing what he did ,but as long as he saw his daughter he was happy. "And my daughter? Can I at least see her every week instead of a monthly thing?"

"I'll talk to the judge." Once the guard came and took Memo away Horatio dialed Eric's number. "Eric...call in Mr. Wells to ask him some more questions. We...just got a major lead."

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Marisol looked over at Nina's sleeping form, she looked so tired. Lately, Nina has been sleeping a lot because of the baby arriving soon. Marisol just hoped and prayed that some miracle would allow them to escape somehow. She looked around the little house they were in trying to find something that could help them, but in the back of her mind she knew it wasn't possible. For all they knew, Mr. Slovak could have the house wired and cameras everywhere. She knew they couldn't exit out the back or front doors because of the guards outside with guns. She thought about digging a hole in the floor but they didn't have shovel or something heavy to make a hole, but that would only cause the guards to come in from all the loud noise. Marisol sighed and looked at her wedding ring praying that Horatio would find them one day. She turned her attention back to Nina when she heard her whimper. She lifted her hand to her face and notice she had a fever and she quickly went and got a damp wash cloth to cool her down. "Come on Nina...don't get sick on me now." Marisol said a silent prayer for rescue to come their way soon.

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Calleigh smiled at the receptionist and began walking to the break room. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, ready for this case to be over. She heard someone clearing their voice and smiled knowing it was him. "You know you shouldn't come in here alone...someone might take advantage of you."

Calleigh chuckled. "That's okay...I have a pretty tough fiancee and he protects me all the time." She turned and smiled at him.

Eric laughed. "Well, my fiancee is a good shooter...so I try to step in before she does." They both laughed and enjoyed others company for a while. "Okay, well I just came in to see you for a while."

Calleigh nodded. "Did you hear about Frank breaking the case?"

Eric nodded and sighed. "Yeah, H and I are about to question Mr. Wells."

"Why? Is he involved?"

"Apparently, but we're about to find out." Eric looked around before kissing her on the cheek and leaving a blushing southern beauty in the break room.

"Go get em' tiger," She said before he left out the room.

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Mr. Slovak sat in his chair in his living room, looking around at all his prize possessions he owned. His mother always called him sick, disturbed, and weird. She even had a doctor to prescribe so medication for him, but that didn't stop him from burning her to the ground along with their house. After that night everything the woman had went to him. "What more could a twelve year old boy want?" He said out loud, laughing bitterly. Now, at the age of 52 with one son dead and one still alive, he felt like he accomplished things well in his life. However, there was still one little accomplishment he hasn't been completed yet. He grinned just thinking about his evil scheme. Somehow he knew a certain red head would be confronting him and he couldn't contain the joy within his wicked self.

TBC...

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