In another area of the abandoned warehouse, a lone figure hidden by shadow crept away from where Ramon lay on the floor, too drunk to move or even be awake. Keys were in his fist.

Ever since being kidnapped from an underground drug lab six months ago where he was working for the Feds undercover, Raymond Caine had been a prisoner of Clavo and Ramon. He had been given enough food and water to survive, but had been subjected to an occasional beating.

From what he had been able to gather through eavesdropping, Ray knew that these gangsters were connected to a cop named Stetler, who had been playing dirty for quite some time.

Also during his time, Ray had squirelled away supplies in a "borrowed" backpack and he had kept that hidden just in case an opportunity for escape presented itself in the near future, like now.

Clavo was off somewhere, probably getting high or laid and he had been left with Ramon.

However, from the female screams he had heard recently, Ray knew that they weren't alone.

Ray had subtly gotten Ramon drunk and had asked about the woman's scream.

Too drunk to know what he was saying, Ramon had told him all about Emily and how Bernard had taken her kids and eventually planned to have all three of them killed, but he had shown a touch of mercy at the last moment and had sent the little girl to be cared for by her OCD uncle.

Ramon had been stupid enough to also tell him that Bernard had gone with Clavo and that Bernard was so into torturing his ex that he was taping it all to watch later on.

Using his charm, Ray had gotten the drunk Ramon to tell him where Emily was being kept and found out that despite being held for only a short time, the woman had suffered barbaric torture.

Now, while Ramon was passed out on the floor, Ray was headed to where she was being held, having already stolen another one of the tapes that recorded torture from another room.

Hopefully it would not be too late to rescue this woman...hopefully, she was still alive.

Ensuring that he was alone, Horatio opened the laptop and immediately noticed a folder named "Wolfe Files" on the desktop screen. He frowned and, moving the mouse, he clicked the file twice.

Instantly, a list of folders labeled "Domestic Incidents", "Child Files", and "The Incident" appeared on the screen, followed by a small text document that was labeled "Organization."

Before Horatio could look in any of the files, however, his cell-phone vibrated and the door opened.

Horatio took his cell-phone out of his pocket and put it up to his ear just as Calliegh approached him, "This is Horatio," he said into the phone as he motioned for Calliegh to wait a moment.

There were several minutes of silence and then Horatio raised an eyebrow, "Really?" he asked, his tone intrigued. "All right...tell Frank to keep guarding the room where Alexx is with Julliet and tell Speed to talk to Mr. Wolfe and you bring Marisol here, I'll be waiting for you both. "

His mouth tight, Horatio closed the phone and put it back in his pocket, "Calliegh, I need you to log this laptop into evidence and then I need one of the techies to browse the files," he said. "Eric took this from Stetler's room...Stetler was also in the cell on the day Emily was taken, which I find odd."

"Does Stetler know that Eric stole his laptop?" Calliegh asked, raising an eyebrow.

Horatio's face remained expressionless as he pulled another cell-phone out of his other pocket and showed it to Calliegh, "Eric gave Mr. Wolfe's cell-phone to me as I was leaving," he explained. "He said that Stetler had sent Mr. Wolfe a text message the night of the incident at the club."

Calleigh took the cell-phone and quickly accessed the text messages, "Here it is," she said, handing the phone back to Horatio. "Why would Stetler text Ryan, though?"

Horatio took the phone and reading it, he frowned, "Sounds like Stetler was issuing Mr. Wolfe a threat of some kind," he said. "I'll make a quick phone call to Speed and tell him to ask Mr. Wolfe about it...Maybe Stetler was more involved in this situation than anyone originally thought."

"How are we supposed to prove that with no evidence?" Calliegh asked. "Eric could get in trouble for stealing this laptop without a warrant or cause..."

Horatio thought for a moment, "I believe the threatening text message gives us cause to get a warrant for Stetler's office and house to be searched," he stated. "I think that the evidence from Jessi's murder and Emily's abduction will be found in either one of those locations...We can use the laptop contents as evidence because of the text message..it was issued before today."

Calliegh nodded, "I'll look into it," she replied. "What was the phone call about?"

"That was Speed," Horatio explained. "Apparently, there is now an alibi that explains Emily's whereabouts between her time at the hospital and her time at the club...Eric is on his way back to the PD with the alibi...apparently, Emily was visiting a Marisol Delko that afternoon."

Calliegh's jaw dropped, "Marisol Delko?" she whispered, shocked. "Eric once mentioned that he had a sister named Marisol...why would...?"

"That is what I'm going to find out," Horatio stated, moving away. "Take care of the laptop, please."

As Horatio left the room, Calleigh put on a pair of gloves and began to tag the laptop as evidence.

Fury filled Stetler's veins as he woke and realized that Eric had taken his laptop for a stroll.

All of his files that pertained to past and present cases were on that laptop. Information that he had found illegally and stored in order to legitimately arrest Emily Wolfe was on there as well.

Now that his laptop was probably at the crime lab being searched, Stetler knew that there was only one thing left he could possibly do: he could threaten Ryan into being quiet or else. He could also tell Bernie that Emily should be disposed of or sent far enough away that she couldn't talk.

Gritting his teeth, Stetler got out of bed and, moving slowly towards the phone, he picked the receiver up and dialed a number, "Clavo, this is Ricky," he whispered into the phone. "...I don't care if you and Bernard are off doing something you CLAIM is important...I need you to tell Bernie that it's high time he did something about his ex-wife...the CSI's are closing in on everything..."

There was silence and Stetler slammed the receiver down. Clavo was useless, he just wanted to ignore Emily's presence and deal with that little drug addict brother of Horatio's that he and Ramon had captured six months earlier from an underground drug lab.

Despite feeling like crap, Stetler knew that he had cards to play, now it was his turn to have fun and bring people down with their hidden, very haunting, pasts.

In her isolated room, Emily lay there in silence as tears cascaded down her pale face.

The gag was firmly secured in her mouth and she was starting to have trouble breathing.

Her body was completely numb from being tortured with water and injured repeatedly. She was so tired and all hope of rescue had faded away. Ryan would be left to fend for himself now.

Her children were most likely dead and as Bernard had said, fish food, which broke her heart.

When she finally closed her eyes, Emily knew that she most likely wouldn't wake up again.

There was a creak as a door was pushed open. A small amount of light flooded the room.

"Don't be alarmed," Ray whispered as he approached the table and used the stolen keys to unlock the handcuffs that held Emily to the table. "I've come to help you."

As the handcuffs were removed from her wrists and the gag was pulled from her mouth, Emily felt herself being pulled against a man's clothed chest, "Who are you?" she asked, her tired voice a hoarse whisper. "Am I going to be killed now?"

"My name is Raymond Caine," Ray said in a gentle voice as he took his jacket off and placed it over Emily's weakened body. "I know you're Emily Wolfe...can you walk on your own?"

Emily weakly shuddered, "I can't feel anything," she whispered. "I can't move..."

Ray nodded and gently lifted Emily into his strong arms, "Just hang on to me," he said as he carefully reached up and quickly removed the tape from the camera hanging above the table.

"Someone will find you here," Emily whispered as Ray carried her from the room and through the cold warehouse. "They'll kill you and then they'll kill me..."

Ray chuckled, "Ramon is passed out drunk," he replied. "Bernard and Clavo are off somewhere, probably messing around with drugs or women...Was a cop named Stetler involved in this?"

"He had me arrested..for something I didn't do," Emily whispered.

Before Ray could reply, there were footsteps and a weapon was cocked, "Don't move," the drunken, angry voice of Ramon Cruz hissed. "I'll kill both of you..."

Silently praying for release, Emily buried her face in Ray's shirt and whimpered.

In an instant, shots had been fired and someone collapsed to the floor with a gasp.

Tripp raised an eyebrow at seeing Stetler walking slowly down the hallway towards the room where Alexx and Julliet were, "What are you doing out of the ICU?" he asked.

"Where's Delko and Wolfe at?" Stetler hissed, tightening his grip around the IV pole. "Delko stole my laptop...that little idiot Wolfe has been planting ideas in his head..."

Tripp gave Stetler a funny look, "Whatever they've got you on has got you actin strange," he said, the doubt in his tone clear. "Delko went back to the PD...Ryan's off taking a break somewhere."

"You listen to me, Tripp, that OCD freak was involved in a murder years ago!" Stetler shouted, anger in his voice. "Delko took my laptop illegally and is probably searching it...I want to talk to Wolfe right now...Find him or I will."

Tripp sighed, "Well, Stetler, I hate to tell you this, but you look more guilty than Wolfe does right now," he stated, annoyed. "Horatio got a warrant and there's cops searching your office and house for any evidence from the recent murder and abduction cases..."

"You have no RIGHT to go snooping through my office and house!" Stetler hissed angrily.

Before Tripp could reply, the nurse came up to them, "There's was a tsunami warning issued hours ago that supposed to hit sometime in the next few hours," she said, gently taking Stetler's arm. "We're in the process of evacuating patients to different hospitals further inland."

"I'll go inform Alexx and tell her to alert Mr. Wolfe and Speedle," Tripp said, glaring at Stetler.

The nurse nodded, "Come with me, sir, let's get you prepared to be moved," she said, pulling Stetler away. "Tsunami's are no joke..."

Knowing that he was on the verge of being caught, Stetler silently let the nurse led him away.

Biting his lip, Frank opened the door and went into the room to alert Alexx to the situation.

Tim leaned against Emily's desk and watched as his mom sat on the couch next to Ryan, waiting for him to stop looking at the floor and talk about how he was feeling about his circumstances.

He had no idea how his mom knew Ryan or Emily Wolfe, but he would eventually.

"Ryan, you need to talk about how you're feeling," Rosa said in a gentle tone. "A lot of bad things have happened to you in a very short amount of time and it's not healthy to keep feelings bottled."

Ryan wanted very much to talk to Rosa, but he felt slightly intimidated by Tim's presence.

Unfortunately, Tim noticed that and raised an eyebrow, "What exactly are you scared of me for, Ryan?" he asked. "You're acting the same way you did when I found you and Julliet in the PD locker room...It seems you have a fear of cops despite being a cop...wanna tell me why?"

Ryan shook his head and continued looking at the floor, "It's personal," he replied in a soft, yet very monotone voice. "I have to figure out what I'm going to do now...so much to think about."

"I have room at my place if you need a place to crash for a while," Tim replied, his tone sincere. "Your niece will probably be here for a little while longer...you can't live at a hospital."

Ryan shook his head, "I can't leave Julliet here by herself," he protested. "She's a little kid."

"Ryan, honey, listen to me," Rosa said, gently placing a hand on Ryan's shoulder. "Julliet will be fine and you need to trust that...you need to plan for the future, for both her and you."

Letting out a tired sigh, Ryan lifted his head, but before he could reply, the door swung open and Alexx stood there with Julliet in her arms, "We have to go, a tsunami's coming," she said.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible," a nurse said, suddenly coming up behind Alexx. "It's a lot closer than originally realized and we're locking the hospital down," she said, gazing at the group.

As Tim and Rosa looked at eachother, Ryan looked at Alexx and Julliet, pure terror in his eyes.

Removing his sunglasses, Horatio got out from behind the wheel of his Humvee and gazed at the clouds for a moment before turning towards Stetler's house, where an officer waited at the door.

A box full of evidence bags and a CSI kit were in Horatio's hands. He hoped this would be quick, but Eric and Marisol were on their way back to the PD, but were stuck in traffic so there was time.

The warrant hadn't taken long to get and while he was here, Calliegh was back at the lab going over the laptop. After that was done, she would come and help process Stetler's house.

An uneasy feeling about the strange clouds in the sky made Horatio's skin crawl and he quickly turned on the radio in the Humvee,"...Reports are coming in that the tsunami will hit Miami in a matter of hours, although there are already reports of wave activity...Everyone is advised to either evacuate or move to higher ground if evacuation is impossible.." a voice on the radio said.

Swearing under his breath, Horatio hurried towards the house and quickly ushered the officer inside. Judging by the clouds and cold, the tsunami was coming fast and wouldn't wait.

There was no time to warn Eric and Marisol, so hopefully, they would find a place to hide.

After what seemed like hours, Ray carried Emily over to a bus stop that was surrounded by heavy plastic and gently set her down on the bench, "I'm not anything close to a medic, but I'll do my best to make sure you're okay," he said as he took the backpack off, opened it, and pulled out a collapsible blanket. "I'm going to wrap this around your waist and legs to keep them warm."

Killing Ramon with the gun he kept hidden in his sleeve was easy enough and Ray was then able to focus on running whilst keeping Emily alive and comfortable

"Why would you help me?" Emily asked, laying back against the plasic wall for support as Ray covered her waist and legs with the blanket. "You don't even know me..."

Ray sighed, "I'm helping you because no woman deserves to get treated the way the Cruz brothers, Bernard Marquez, and Rick Stetler have treated you," he said in a tight tone. "I may not know anything about playing by the rules, but I know some things about helping others."

Emily was becoming too tired to reply, so Ray continued, "You need to stay awake for as long as possible," he said in a concerned tone. "I have a flare gun that I'm going to give you and I want you to signal for help...I'll leave this backpack with you...You have to stay awake, okay?"

"You're not staying?" Emily asked, worried for her safety if this man left her alone.

Ray shook his head and placed the open backpack on Emily's lap, "I can't stay," he replied in a soft, reassuring tone as he took a flare gun out of it and placed it in her hand. "You'll be okay."

Emily nodded and gripped the flare gun weakly, "Please don't tell anyone that I helped you," Ray said, his tone anxious. "If my cover is blown, it could cause a lot of trouble...feel better, all right?"

Before Emily could reply, Ray stood and walked off into a distant, dark alley.

Swallowing hard, Emily stared at the flare gun and with shaking hands, she raised it to fire. The flare gun was her only hope now.

On the road, Eric shut the vehicle off and looked out at the approaching waves, "Mari, we need to find a place to take shelter," he said, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Forget the vehicle, it can be replaced...Let's start running."

Eric helped Marisol get out of the vehicle and they made their way along the side of the road, ignoring the stares they were getting from panicked people trying to evacuate the city.

"Where are we going to hide, Eric?" Marisol asked as they hurried along the roadside.

Before Eric could reply, there was a hissing and the sound of plastic breaking.

Frightened, Marisol looked around and across the street, she could see someone sitting in a bus stop holding up what looked like a gun. There was a hole in the top of the plastic enclosure.

"Eric, over there, in the bus stop," Marisol said, gesturing across the road.

Catching sight of the damaged bus stop, Eric grabbed Marisol's hand and they weaved through the traffic jam to the other side of the street. They moved over to the bus stop.

"Miami PD!" Eric said, placing a hand on his gun. "Put your hands up and come out of there."

There was a small groan, "I-I can't move," a faint voice replied. "I'm so cold and tired."

Frowning, Eric moved around to the station and gasped at who was laying there, barely conscious. She looked cold, tired, and very afraid of what had happened to her.

"Officer Delko?" Emily asked, unable to believe her tired eyes. "Is that you?"

"Emily," Eric asked, stunned and confused as to how Emily had ended up here. "There's a tsunami coming, we need to get to some shelter...Can you stand and walk at all?"

"I can't," Emily whispered, her body shaking as she tried to sit up. "I need help."

As Eric lifted Emily into his arms, Marisol came around, "Emily, you're okay," she said, her voice full of relief as she looked at her battered and tired friend. "You're hurt...Eric..."

"Take the backpack, Mari, and let's go," Eric said. "We need to get to shelter and call 9-1-1."

Taking the backpack, Marisol nodded and followed Eric as he carried Emily off down the street.

While the trio ran to safety, the tsunami wave closed in. Time to run and hide was nearly up.