Miami, Florida

By the time Calleigh had gathered her things and left the lab in her own personal car, it was noon and she was both tired and hungry. Her anger had disappeared as she drove away from the police properties, as she knew deep down that Stetler was right in that she needed to deal with the past.

Determined to apologize for her actions, Calleigh drove silently through Calle Ocho towards Speedle's house because she wanted to make things right. As she drove through the downtown market area, however, she saw people wearing sunglasses gathered around a car that had a damaged tire.

Quickly recognizing Warrick, Calleigh hurriedly locked her doors and hit 9-1-1 on her phone, "Yes, this is CSI Duquesne," she said when a dispatcher answered. "I need to report a sighting of Warrick Brown…"

Suddenly, one of the figures turned around and pointed a bloodstained gun at Calleigh, "Out of the car, blondie!" he hissed, a hint of an accent in his voice. "Derek, looks like we got ourselves a ride."

Calleigh froze in terror as Derek Stokes came into view, "A blonde cop," Derek Stokes said in an amused voice, a grin appearing on his face. "I remember Wolfe blathering about some blonde cop he was related to when Sackheim was drugging him to death. She doesn't look like him though, so who is she?"

Warrick eyed Calleigh warily, "Come on, Brown, I know you recognize her!" Derek snapped irritably.

Nodding, Warrick looked away and most of the people came over to the car with guns in their hands, "Come on, blondie, out of the car or we'll blow your head off," Derek said in a bored voice. "Now."

Swallowing hard, Calleigh unlocked the doors and got out of the car, "What's your name?" Derek asked in a cold voice as he pressed Calleigh against the car. "You're not Wolfe's sister, so who are you?"

"My name is Calleigh," Calleigh spoke in an anxious voice. "Can you please let me go?"

Derek looked amused and gently stroked Calleigh's face with his rough hand and Calleigh suddenly flashed back to when Hagen used to abuse her, "You look terrified," he said smoothly as he reached on to Calleigh's belt and took both her gun and badge. "If you do what I say, you won't be hurt."

Warrick came over to the car and Derek grabbed her, smirking as he pushed her into him, "We're just going to take a little ride," Derek said smoothly, slipping the badge into his pocket. "Don't even…"

A car suddenly drove by and Calleigh recognized Tim's parents and Emily as they passed the scene and parked in a nearby driveway. Seeing that there was an issue, Emily quickly got her off-duty gun out as she got out and Derek quickly grabbed Calleigh and pressed the gun against her blonde hair.

"Do it and I will blow her head off!" Derek shouted, daring Emily to come after him. "I mean it!"

The guys that were surrounding the damaged car quickly scampered over to Calleigh's car and forced Warrick into the backseat as approached the car, "I need a driver," Derek hissed in a dark voice.

Anxious Spanish filled the air as Emily directed Anthony and Rosa to the house while ducking behind the car in such a way that she had a view of what was going on, but they couldn't see her. Tim suddenly came outside with his off-duty gun, saw what was going on, and fired off several shots at the group before ducking behind the car beside Emily. The bullets struck the men who weren't yet in the car.

As the men fell over, Derek scrambled into the front seat and pulled Calleigh after him, "DRIVE!" he screamed manically, pointing the gun at her face. "I'll kill both you and Warrick if you don't!"

Ignoring the shaking in her hands, Calleigh put the car into gear and took off at an alarming speed while the men hit by Tim's bullets bled out all over the street, "Are you and the baby okay?" Tim gasped.

"We're fine," Emily replied as she slowly stood up. "I told your parents to get in the house right away…"

Tim quickly got up, hugged Emily, and then stepped out to check the damage, "I'll call CSI," he said.


New York, New York

"Where will you go after you're done at Coney Island?" John asked in a shaky voice as he sat behind the wheel of Flack's ghost car while Sackheim sat in the passenger's seat brandishing a gun and an anxious Flack sat in the back after being warned not to try anything or John would be shot. "An island?"

Flack gave John a confused look and Sackheim glared at him as the car moved through back streets so to avoid running into cops. Little did Sackheim know that Mac had ordered a surprise task force to be waiting at Coney Island and to let them get there without disruption to spare the hostages lives.

"What are you babbling on about, Sullivan?" Sackheim hissed darkly. "Are you sick or something?"

John sighed heavily, as he was becoming tired from his blood sugar dropping and the blood loss he had suffered from being sliced across the forehead, "If you could go anywhere, where would you go?" he repeated himself. "My mom says it's a question that could start a pretty interesting conversation."

Sackheim thought for a moment, "I'd go back to Miami and hop a boat to Brazil," he admitted in a dark voice, eyeing Flack in the rearview mirror suspiciously. "Sullivan, for a kid who's got a gun to his head and is going to get killed if Emily Yokas isn't at Coney Island, you are amazingly calm and collected."

Swallowing hard, John nodded because he knew that even if he was killed, the other people in the Crime Lab would be safe and his family would be safe, "We're approaching Coney Island," he finally said softly.

"Park the car," Sackheim hissed in a cold voice. "Detective Flack, get your phone out and record this…"

Flack reluctantly got his phone out and watched as Sackheim dragged John from the car before following, hating that he had to get this on tape. The island itself was quiet, desolate, and nobody was around; the remnants of winter were also obvious with patches of snow and ice in certain areas.

"She's not here, you freak!" Sackheim snapped as he looked around at the empty island.

Swearing loudly, Sackheim cocked his gun, but John slammed himself against Sackheim and grabbed the gun from the former agent's hand. Sackheim stomped on John's foot to stop him from running, but John smacked him in the face with the gun and ran out of range and Flack's eyes widened in shock.

Sackheim swore, silently bent over, and extracted a gun from a holster on his leg and as he prepared to fire, John fired off two shots and both hit Sackheim in the chest. Sirens filled the air as Sackheim fell to the earth with blood coming out of the wounds on his chest and Flack quickly ran over to John.

"I…I feel dizzy and sick," John spoke in a trembling voice, the combination of adrenaline, low blood sugar, and pain from injuries he got while being battered in the Crime Lab and having his foot stomped on finally taking its toll. "Detective Flack, I'm gonna puke and pass out. I killed a guy…I had…had to."

Flack frowned as John sank to his knees and dropped down beside him, "You did the right thing," he spoke in an anxious voice, stunned at what he had just seen. "Help is coming, so just hang in there."

Trembling anxiously, John nodded, "Don!" Mac's voice carried across the air as Mac, paramedics, and several uniformed officers and FBI Agents came into view and saw Sackheim was dead while Flack was kneeling beside a clearly battered John. "We got here as fast as we could. What happened?!"

Flack, however, focused on helping John up off the ground and over to the waiting gurney, "He's diabetic and Sackheim destroyed his diabetes supplies, so he's got low blood sugar in addition to injuries," he said to the paramedics. "Don't even bother with Agent Sackheim; he's dead."

Mac looked confused and concerned as the media began arriving, "Sackheim made me record, so I got the whole thing on film," Flack explained, offering his cell-phone. "What about the other assailant?"

"Lindsay's at the hospital waiting on news," Mac replied anxiously. "The FBI is looking anxious."

Flack nodded and watched as Ty approached the ambulance and talked with John, who was now sporting a blanket, IVs, a foot splint, and an oxygen mask, "That's Sergeant Davis from Anti-Crime and he's in charge," Mac explained in a quiet voice. "The coroner's on his way here because nobody…"

"Trust me, Mac, I didn't expect this either," Flack replied, stunned about what had just happened.


Miami-Dade Police Department/ Crime Lab – Miami, Florida

"Calleigh was carjacked in Calle Ocho in my neighborhood, so it's very likely she was on her way over to apologize," Tim reasoned quietly as he stood just outside the police blockade that surrounded the area where Calleigh had been carjacked. "I've known Calleigh for a long time and she's not malicious."

Horatio sighed heavily, "No, she's not," he replied quietly. "I wonder why they took Calleigh."

"It's Derek Stokes, do we have to wonder?" Eric asked coldly. "He killed a lot of people."

Before Horatio could reply, a car pulled up and Rick got out while Lenny stayed in the back of the car, "Horatio, a word?" Rick asked in a stern voice, his expression stern. "It's very important."

"Rick, a CSI was carjacked and kidnapped," Horatio spoke as he walked over to Rick. "What is it?"

Rick's eyes widened slightly, but he sighed, "Special Agent Dennis Sackheim of the FBI took the Crime Lab in New York hostage with the help of an accomplice earlier today," he explained in a quiet voice. "I just got a call from New York telling me about it and Sackheim was killed by a CSI Trainee that he took hostage and injured in an attempt to flee from the city. You need to tell Ryan Wolfe about it."

Horatio frowned, "A CSI's life is on the line," he replied. "I am still waiting for Bobby to get here…"

"I've assigned Detective Caine to another case," Rick spoke quietly. "A crisis response case."

Horatio gave Rick a look, "Catherine went to the airport and had a breakdown when she couldn't get on a plane to New York right away, so Detective Tripp picked her up and took her to holding," Rick spoke in an anxious voice. "I sent Robert to get her out of there and talk to Catherine because she trusts him."

"I don't think Ryan will remember his interactions with Sackheim," Horatio spoke in a quiet voice. "Nor will he remember anything to do with Lindsey. You mentioned that Stella Bonasera is with her?"

Rick nodded, "The chief caught wind of that and he wants to make a big deal of it," he said warily.

Horatio sighed, "I wonder if he could remember Ray Jr. at all," he spoke in a quiet voice.

"I think Ryan needs to be made aware that his efforts helped a child," Rick spoke quietly.

Horatio nodded and walked down the street to the Speedle home, ignoring the fact that Tim was following him while Eric and Jesse started processing the scene. Tim caught up to Horatio as they reached the front door and wondered why his boss was coming over, but trusted him implicitly.

"Speed, would you mind if I had a word with Ryan?" Horatio asked quietly. "It's important."

Tim nodded and let Horatio into the house, smiling when he saw that Ryan was awake and eating a light lunch off of a TV tray while James and Julliet ate at a plastic table, "Ryan, we need to talk," Horatio said.

Ryan nodded, so Horatio got a chair and put it next to the hideabed, "Lindsey Stetler was found alive in New York and she is now at the hospital under the protection of the NYPD," Horatio spoke quietly. "I know you can't remember what you did, but your efforts have saved the life of a missing child."

"That's…that's good, but I still don't remember rescuing her," Ryan replied quietly. "I'm sorry."

Horatio nodded and sighed as Emily came into the living room, "Any word on Calleigh?" Emily asked.

Ryan frowned, "Emily told me that Calleigh was carjacked and taken," he spoke in a shaky voice.

"Yes, by Derek Stokes and Warrick Brown," Horatio spoke quietly. "Can we talk about Warrick for a bit, Ryan? I know from Speed that you two met during your time in Las Vegas. What did you learn?"

Ryan was very quiet for several moments, "Warrick was addicted to gambling," he spoke in a quiet voice as he slowly remembered his time in Vegas. "All the CSI's signed up to sit with me to give Tim relief, but Warrick was late for his volunteer time a lot because he was betting on things or chatting up girls."

Horatio nodded, "I just…I can't believe Warrick helped kidnap Calleigh after helping kill all those people at the behavioral center," Ryan spoke in a somber voice. "I…I thought I could trust that guy."

"Ryan, you should probably get up so you can make your appointment on time," Emily spoke softly.

Nodding, Ryan carefully took the tray off of the bed and set it on the nearby table before slowly getting up, "Sorry, but I have a counseling thing," he said quietly. "My siblings said I needed to deal with…"

Horatio nodded, "I have a checkup anyway, so I'll drive you," Emily spoke gently. "All right?"

Tim looked concerned, but Emily gave him a look, "Your parents are shaken up," she spoke gently. "And you need to stay with James and Juliet because they heard all the shooting and might get upset."

"Just be careful," Tim replied in a concerned voice. "Go and come back as fast as you can."


Angel of Mercy Hospital, New York

Grateful to finally be on the ground again, Grissom pulled his rolling suitcase after him as he entered the hospital after hopping a chopper from Las Vegas once being given the all-clear to go. While in the air, he had heard bits and pieces about the incident and that Lindsey was fine, but he still knew very little.

As he approached the desk, however, he saw a crowd of CSI's, uniformed officers, and reporters all talking with each other while the nurses worked around them, "John Boscorelli is being well taken care of by the doctors and nurses of this facility," Mac was saying calmly. "He is, without a doubt, a hero because his actions saved the many lives of the people who work at the New York Crime Lab…"

"What about Detective Messer?" a voice asked as flashes went off. "He was injured at the lab."

Grissom watched Mac nod, "Detective Messer is stable," Mac replied calmly. "Currently in surgery."

Rapid talking filled the air and more cameras went off, "…Excuse me," Mac said, spotting Grissom.

Concern filled Grissom's face as Mac approached, "Dennis Sackheim is dead," Mac spoke quietly.

"What happened?" Grissom asked, stunned that a former FBI agent was now dead. "How…?"

Mac sighed, "Detective Flack can tell you more," he replied. "Flack is resting in the doctor's lounge."

Grissom nodded and followed Mac into a quieter area of the hospital, frowning when he heard a retching sound coming from the doctor's lounge, "Don?" Mac called out, knocking on the door.

Not getting a response, Mac opened the door just in time to see Flack wipe his mouth with a napkin and loosen his tie anxiously, "Don, you all right?" he asked quietly. "Doctor Grissom from Las Vegas is here."

"Um, I just needed some space," Flack replied in a slightly nervous voice. "Why is he here?"

Mac sighed patiently, "Have you been checked out yet?" he asked in a concerned voice.

"I'm just feeling a little shaky," Flack replied as he planted himself on a chair. "I'm fine."

Grissom silently took a seat near Flack, "What happened out there?" he asked in a worried voice.

"It's not something I'm ready to discuss," Flack replied quietly. "Not til I know if John's okay."

Mac nodded, "His mother's with him, but I guess his stepfather got sick at chemo and is in a room getting treated," Flack continued quietly. "Paramedics wanted to check me out, but I told them no."

"I understand that former FBI Agent Dennis Sackheim was killed," Grissom spoke in a quiet voice.

Flack nodded, "There's so much damage to the lab," he replied quietly. "And that accomplice…"

"You shouldn't be alone, Don," Mac spoke. "Where's Lindsay? I thought she rode in the ambulance?"

Flack shrugged, "After she talked to Juliana Morrison, she took that Sergeant Davis guy and went somewhere based on what she was told," he replied quietly. "I haven't heard from her since."

"Juliana Morrison?" Grissom asked in a concerned voice. "She used to work for the Vegas Lab."

Flack shrugged and sighed, "Don, you should get checked out," Mac spoke firmly. "Please."

"If someone's available, sure," Flack replied nervously. "It's like a circus out there right now."

Mac nodded, "How did Sackheim die?" Grissom asked in a confused voice. "The police?"

"He's 17 years old and he killed a guy," Flack said as he suddenly got up and began pacing with a hand on his forehead. "Mac, I saw it all and it's freaking me out; I cannot believe that actually happened."

Grissom frowned, quickly realizing that John Boscorelli had killed Dennis Sackheim, "The FBI and all available lab techs are dealing with the mess left at the lab," Mac spoke calmly. "Where's John at?"

"He's either in a trauma room down here or upstairs where it's quiet," Flack replied shakily.

Mac nodded, "Do you know where I can find Stella Bonasera?" Grissom asked. "She's with Lindsey."

"I'll show you," Mac replied in a calm voice. "Don, do you want me to send someone in here?"

Flack shrugged, but didn't say anything as Mac led Grissom out of the quiet doctor's lounge.


Brooklyn, New York

Lindsay sighed quietly as she knocked on the door to the house that she and Ty had been directed to by the heavily injured Juliana. She didn't know Nick or anything about how he and Juliana were connected, but she wanted to see if there was, in fact, a child that needed to be brought to his father's attention.

There were footsteps and the door opened, revealing a silver-haired woman that looked like Juliana to a tee, "Yes?" the woman asked softly as she smoothed down her tan clothes. "Can I help you?"

"Are you related to Juliana Morrison?" Lindsay asked quietly. "I'm Lindsay Monroe from the Crime Lab."

The woman frowned, "I'm Juliana's mother, Adrienne," she replied softly. "Has something happened?"

Ty sighed, "Ma'am, I'm Sergeant Davis from NYPD Anti-Crime," he replied quietly. "Can we come in?"

Adrienne nodded and sighed as Ty and Lindsay came in, "Something's happened to Juliana and that moron she hooked up with is responsible, correct?" she asked softly. "Would you like some tea?"

"Juliana assisted a former FBI agent named Dennis Sackheim in taking the Crime Lab hostage and she ended up severely wounded at his hands," Lindsey explained quietly. "She's in critical condition at Angel of Mercy Hospital in Manhattan, but she mentioned that she had a son with a man named Nick…"

Adrienne sighed and looked incredibly sad, "She worked as a laboratory tech in Las Vegas for a long time, but one day she showed up here saying she had done an incredibly bad thing to a man named Nick and she was pregnant from it," she replied softly. "Juliana has done her best as a single mother and I have always been here to help, but we disagreed on whether or not this Nick had a right to know…"

Lindsay nodded silently, "Parker is about five years old and he's always been a very good boy," Adrienne explained in a quiet voice, tears filling her eyes. "He's in the middle of his morning nap right now and I've been looking after him full-time since Juliana let that Sackheim man live in her apartment because he hates children and she wanted better for her son. I suppose I should find a way to contact Nick…"

"I don't know this Nick, but I know he's a CSI in Las Vegas," Lindsay replied in a kind voice.

Adrienne nodded and wept quietly, "Gramma?" a quiet voice suddenly called out. "I'm waked up."

Lindsay and Ty looked surprised when a little boy sporting dark hair came out into the front area wearing sweat pants, socks, and a sweater, "Are you my daddy?" Parker asked, looking up at Ty.

"No, I'm a police officer," Ty replied nervously. "I don't know who your daddy is, little guy."

Parker nodded and clung to his grandmother, "Please, if you know of a way to contact this Nick, I would be very happy for my grandson to be in a better situation," Adrienne spoke softly. "He deserves that."

"Someone from Nick's Crime Lab came to investigate a different situation and I'm sure he would know how to contact Nick," Lindsay spoke in a kind voice. "I don't know if he's in New York yet."

Adrienne nodded and hugged Parker, "I hope Nick will love him despite what Juliana did," she said.

"Gramma, I'm hungry," Parker spoke quietly. "Can we go to the McDonald's?"

Adrienne smiled sadly and sighed, "Parker, honey, your mommy was hurt today and we need to go to the hospital to see how she is," she replied in a kind voice, gazing at him. "Can we do that first?"

Parker nodded, "Sergeant Davis and I will be more than happy to take you there," Lindsay offered.

"Let me just get our coats," Adrienne replied as she struggled to compose herself properly.


Florida Everglades

"Just stay in here like a good girl and Stokes will be along," Diego hissed as he shoved Calleigh, who had driven out to the hideout according to Derek's directions, into the room where Derek was living.

Calleigh sighed and frowned when Derek suddenly shoved past Diego holding a bag that Calleigh hadn't seen before, "Go pack or do something productive, Diego," Derek hissed. "I have to take my meds."

"So, you finally got some?" Diego asked quietly. "That doctor in Calle Ocho helped you out?"

Derek scoffed, "We got in a shootout on the way home," he hissed. "Ivan is looking for you."

Diego's eyes widened and he scampered off, "You're not hurt, are you, blondie?" Derek asked in a standoffish voice, glancing at Calleigh as he went over to a dresser and set the bag down gently.

"Your men were a little rough," Calleigh admitted quietly, watching as Derek opened the bag and took out diabetes supplies as well as prescription medication. "Do you have some sort of illnesses?"

Derek scoffed, "The eldest son of a federal judge physically and mentally broken and stealing just to be able to pay for doctor's appointments and medicines," he hissed darkly. "Isn't that a tragic story?"

Calleigh said nothing, "I'm still very angry and depressed, but I get amnesiacally violent when I don't have access to medication," Derek explained in a gruff voice as he took some pills. "It's an anger so deep that I forget who I am and what the difference between right and wrong is. I steal to afford the meds. When that happens, my blood sugar gets so low that I occasionally have a very painful seizure and I sometimes contemplate violent suicide. I was trying to off myself that day at the mental hospital."

"Who's your doctor in Calle Ocho?" Calleigh asked softly. "Or do you get your drugs illegally?"

Derek sighed, "Free clinics do wonders for guys who don't want to be found," he replied stiffly. "If I went to an official clinic, they would contact my parents and my family would know I'm a mentally ill loser."

Calleigh frowned and watched Derek inject himself with meds, "I was seen as trouble in school and nobody could figure out why," Derek hissed coldly. "I worked to be able to afford doctor's visits that I could pay for in cash so I could see what was wrong, but my parents thought I was doing bad things."

Derek set the needle down and glared at Calleigh, "I never even touched that Emily Yokas girl because I was in an angry mood, but I was in my right mind and she was a minor biting off more than she could chew," he hissed darkly, breathing heavily as the meds kicked in. "How badly did they hurt you?"

Calleigh said nothing and Derek silently repacked his bag, "I have no intention of dragging you where I'm headed," he hissed softly, sadness in his voice. "I'll take your car and Warrick, but you'll be quite safe."

"Why did you need a driver?" Calleigh asked in a confused voice. "That's what you said to me."

Derek scoffed and yelled something in Spanish, prompting a Cuban guy in scrubs to come into the room carrying a medical bag, "Our guest is tired, Doctor Vittorio," Derek said smoothly. "Help her sleep."

Dr. Vittorio nodded and extracted a needle from his bag as he approached Calleigh, who tried to push him away, only to find herself kicked in the ribs to the floor by him while Derek watched, "I assure you, you will be relaxed very soon, my dear," Dr. Vittorio said smoothly as poked Callegh in the arm.

Calleigh struggled to sit up, but the contents of the needle kicked in and she suddenly felt drowsy.

"You have a nice rest, Miss Duquesne," Derek said as he picked up his bag. "Doctor Vittorio, vamos."

Powerless to fight, all Calleigh could do was watch Derek and Dr. Vittorio leave as she passed out.


Downtown Miami

"What do you want to eat and drink?" Robert asked kindly as he led Catherine to a booth in a quiet, diner-like restaurant that would give them a view of the beach. "I might fancy a burger, myself."

Catherine frowned as she sat, "No lectures on my behavior at the airport?" she asked incredulously.

"I'm a Crisis Response Officer who minored in Psychology in university," Robert replied in an amused voice, sitting across from her. "And I'm someone you trust. I think a diner is a nice setting for a chat."

Catherine eyed him warily, "I've also lost a child that I will never get back," Robert spoke quietly. "When Maggie went missing, I was very emotionally vulnerable and I was feeling like you are feeling now."

"You never mentioned a daughter," Catherine spoke quietly. "Rick said you lost her two years ago?"

Robert nodded, "She was kidnapped and later killed," he replied softly. "By my ex-wife and a man named Fred Yokas simply because my -ex hated me. Her name was Margaret Amanda, or Maggie."

"I'm sorry," Catherine spoke softly, tears filling her eyes. "It must be a painful subject for you."

As a waitress approached the table, Robert sighed, "What do you want to eat?" he asked gently.

"Um, I'll have a chicken sandwich with onion rings and a chocolate milkshake," Catherine replied.

The waitress nodded and looked at Robert, "A bacon cheeseburger with onion rings and a chocolate milkshake, please," he replied in a kind voice, smiling as the waitress left. "I had such a bad anxiety attack at her funeral that I had to be removed from the funeral and sent to the emergency room."

Catherine nodded, her expression sorrowful, "I really want it to be Lindsey that's waiting for us in New York and if it's not, I'm going to be devastated," she explained. "I sent Grissom to go check it out because he's known both our kids since they were little and he'll know for sure if it's Lindsey."

"Well, the airport didn't ban you outright, but they want you to be calmer when you come back," Robert spoke in a kind voice. "Thankfully, Detective Tripp responded and he's a very calm, easygoing guy."

Catherine looked amused, "It's that lady he's got in Texas," she replied. "She's the sister of Nick Stokes."

Robert nodded and sighed, "I can tell you right now that if it is Lindsey, your family's going to be in for some rough readjustments," he spoke softly. "My family found it very hard to adjust to Maggie's death and we're still adjusting to it. She's buried in New York with her mother and the thought of visiting…"

"I've noticed how Natalia Boa Vista has helped you heal," Catherine spoke softly. "She's very kind."

Robert smiled, "Yes, she's very wonderful," he replied softly. "Lindsey has been away for several years, Catherine, and she's probably been exposed to some terrible things. It may take her a while to trust that she won't be recaptured and that she still has a family who loves her. You guys need to just love her."

Catherine nodded and sighed, "And I think it's good that you and Natalia got engaged, but you shouldn't make it a long engagement," she replied gently. "Life's too short not to take chances with happiness."

Just then, the waitress came over to the table with two very large, very thick chocolate milkshakes.


Angel of Mercy Hospital – Manhattan, New York

Mac silently lingered at the door to Lindsey's room while Grissom peeked through the small window, silently watching as Lindsey talked with Carlos, Holly, and two kids, "Carlos Nieto and John Boscorelli found her on their way to the Lab this morning," Mac explained. "Carlos was walking John there."

Grissom nodded as Mac handed him a wallet holding a school ID that featured a picture of Lindsey, "That's what Lindsey looked like when she was abducted," Grissom replied, eyeing the photo.

Mac nodded and led Grissom into the room, "Hi there, Lindsey," he said in a kind voice. "This is…"

"Uncle Gil!" Lindsey said in a weak, but happy voice. "Did my parents send you to look for me?"

Grissom nodded and smiled at Carlos and Holly as he approached the bed, "I really, really want my mommy and daddy and brother, Uncle Gil," Lindsey spoke quietly. "Will you call them about me?"

"Lindsey, you should get some rest," Carlos spoke gently. "Will you be a good girl?"

Lindsey nodded and hugged Carlos, sighing as he and his family left the room and allowed Grissom to take over sitting with her, "Daddy, is Lindsey gonna be okay?" Kylie asked softly. "She looks sad."

"Lindsey's been missing for a long time, Kylie," Carlos replied softly. "Her parents are coming soon."

Kylie nodded and looked sad, so Carlos gently picked her up, "She's going to be fine and she reminded me how much more grateful I am for you and Tommy," he spoke softly, kissing her small cheek.

Holly smiled, "You guys are the best parents," Tommy said. "How come you didn't have more kids?"

"We've tried, but couldn't," Holly replied gently. "We're working on trying to adopt another kid."

Tommy nodded, "In the meantime, though, we have two amazing ones," Holly spoke, hugging him.

Mac smiled, "Carlos, have you thought about going back to work for EMS?" he asked softly. "I know it's a difficult subject, but how have you been doing since the incident with Bernard Marquez and his men?"

"I've been going to counseling wherever I can and I keep busy by homeschooling my son," Carlos replied quietly, hating the fact that they were discussing Bernard Marquez. "FDNY knows the story and I'm not sure they'd let me work around medication after what I did. In fact, I have been told as much…"

Holly shot Carlos a look, "I've tried to get on for casual, but I've been told by the 5-5 that I'm not trustworthy around patients or medication because I might act impulsively if a patient under duress begs for relief," Carlos spoke quietly. "I didn't want to talk about it in front of the kids…"

Mac looked surprised, "I don't believe you would," he spoke calmly. "Did you want some help?"

Carlos shrugged, "If you can maybe put a good word in with FDNY Headquarters, maybe they'll let me teach CPR classes at night to teens," he spoke quietly. "Holly, I know you have to work later, so I'll run the kids home and get whatever they need, all right? Detective Taylor, have a nice day, all right?"

Holly looked incredibly sad as Carlos kissed her cheek and left with the kids, "Billy Walsh is the Lieutenant over at the 5-5, isn't he?" Mac asked quietly. "Even after his suspension?"

"Yes," Holly replied bitterly. "My superiors said that Walsh had completed his sensitivity training."

Mac scoffed, "Carlos did a good thing helping Lindsey Stetler today and people are still blaming him for a very precarious situation that was out of his control," he said calmly. "I'll do what I can to make sure his role in helping Lindsey Stetler is recognized for the heroic act that it is. You have my word on that."

Holly nodded, "Hey…I saw what was going on on the feed," she asked softly. "Is John all right?"

"I'll go check on him right now," Mac replied in a reassuring voice as he walked away from the room.


"…Maurice, you should be in bed resting. How did you get a nurse to bring you up here?"

There was a scoff, "Do you really think I'm gonna lay helpless in a hospital bed when my oldest boy is in Peds after a horrible experience?" John heard Bosco say calmly. "Did you call Sully and Yelina?"

Despite the fact that he was still feeling shaky, John opened his eyes and found that he was lying in a semi-upright position surrounded by blankets, IV's, and other machines, "Hey," he croaked softly as he saw that his mother was sitting in a chair by the bed while his father sat in a wheelchair next to her.

Danielle smiled, "Just take it easy, kiddo," she spoke softly. "You've had a rough day."

"Is Detective Messer okay?" John asked in a weak voice, wincing as he exhaled. "Ouch, that hurts."

Bosco sighed, "I don't know, but you scared the crap out of me, kiddo," he replied in a tired voice.

"You're gonna be here for a few days," Danielle spoke gently. "You've got screwy blood sugar, a bad forehead wound that needed stitches, shock, dehydration, broken ribs, and a broken foot."

John sighed, "I had to kill that guy," he spoke in a groggy voice. "He would have killed me…if I didn't."

"We know," Bosco spoke quietly, having been told by Danielle. "You did what you had to do, John."

Nodding, John forced his hand out from under the swath of blankets and both Bosco and Danielle grabbed it, "I wonder how many people saw that feed," he spoke nervously. "It was freaky and then that creepy Sackheim guy made Detective Flack record being at Coney Island and I just had to do it…"

"Relax," Danielle spoke softly, noting that John's hand was shaking. "You just need to relax."

Instead of relaxing, however, John painstakingly sat up, "Have…have you ever killed anyone in your job, Dad?" he asked in a trembling voice, feeling nauseous as he spoke. "It…you can't take it back."

Danielle quickly grabbed hold of John and sighed when he clung to her, burying his face in her shoulder as he cried. Bosco scooted closer and gently put a hand on John's arm to make him feel reassured.

After a few moments, John pulled away and sighed weakly, "I have," Bosco replied softly. "It's not something you can take back, but you come to understand that your action was necessary."

John nodded, "Am I allowed to eat or drink?" he asked quietly. "Even if it's something light?"

Before Danielle or Bosco could reply, Mac came into the room, "Detective Taylor," John said quietly.

"The media is calling you a hero," Mac spoke quietly. "You saved many people at the Crime Lab."

John frowned, "What about Detective Messer?" he asked weakly. "That leg wound was bad."

"Danny's okay," Mac reassured him. "He's in surgery, but I have heard he is stable."

John nodded, "I killed an FBI guy," he spoke quietly. "Am I going to be arrested?"

"No," Mac replied firmly. "Dennis Sackheim was wanted for other crimes before this happened."

Mac sighed, "I'm glad you're all right, but the lab was badly damaged and so it won't be useable for the rest of the semester," he explained calmly. "When you're well enough to go back to school, I'll make arrangements to use their labs for things. Once the lab's re-opened, though, I want you to take a break from the co-op for a while so you can focus on physically and emotionally recovering from this."

Deeply relieved, John nodded, "There will be time where you will have to report to the PD for interviews and discussions with the FBI about what happened, but that won't be for a while," Mac explained. "Danny will probably be off for a while and I'm also going to recommend Flack take some time."

John yawned softly, prompting Mac to smile, "Get some rest," he said kindly. "We'll talk soon."

Trusting that John would be all right, Mac silently went back down to the ER and was surprised to see Grissom kneeling next to a shaken Flack, who was sitting on the floor against a wall while nurses got a wheelchair and equipment, "Don?" Mac asked in a concerned voice. "Are you all right?"

"I just got a little shaky, Mac," Flack replied in a quiet voice. "I…Monroe's around here someplace…"

Mac frowned, "She's got the mother and grandson of that Juliana Morrison lady with her and Sergeant Davis of Anti-Crime," Flack said, sighing as nurses came over to get him. "She's at the desk."

At the mention of Juliana Morrison, Grissom silently wandered over to the desk, grateful that Stella had returned to Lindsey's side and told him to take a break. As he approached the desk, Grissom immediately recognized Juliana's mother from a picture that Juliana had kept on her desk, but he was surprised at the presence of the little boy; for some reason, the little boy looked a lot like Nick.

Adrienne's eyes widened slightly as she recognized Grissom from an old staff picture that Juliana had sent years ago, "Doctor Grissom," she said softly. "I wasn't aware you lived in New York now?"

"I still live in Las Vegas," Grissom replied calmly. "I'm just wondering, though; how did you…?"

Adrienne sighed, "Juliana sent a photo of all of you together years ago," she spoke softly. "I was told by Sergeant Davis and Detective Monroe that Juliana was involved in the shooting and badly hurt."

Grissom frowned, "Detective Flack mentioned that this is your grandson," he said in a kind voice, determined to find out who the child was and why he resembled Nick so much. "What's his name?"

"Parker Nicolas Stokes," Adrienne spoke softly. "Juliana wanted him to have his father's name…"

Grissom's eyes widened, "Juliana said she had assaulted Parker's father at the order of some rogue FBI agent and she became pregnant," Adrienne explained softly. "She never wanted Nick to know."

"Ma'am, my name is Detective Mac Taylor," Mac spoke up. "Your daughter is in critical condition."

Adrienne nodded and looked down at Parker, "And the idiot who involved her?" she asked softly.

"Dennis Sackheim is dead," Mac spoke quietly. "He was killed by our CSI Trainee, John Boscorelli."

Grissom sighed, "Doctor Grissom, do you still work with Nick, by chance?" Adrienne asked softly.

"Yes," Grissom replied, knowing that Nick had the right to know about the child Juliana had.

Adrienne sighed softly, "Please tell him about Parker," she spoke sadly. "He has the right to know."

Grissom nodded and headed to the phones; he had to phone Catherine first about Lindsey being alive and safe and then he had to make the very heartbreaking call to Nick about how he had a child.


Coconut Grove - Miami, Florida

"…Thank you, Gil," Catherine said in a relieved voice as she held her cell-phone to her ear while going into the house with Robert after their meal and chat. "Rick, Lenny, and I will come as soon as we can."

Deeply relieved to have Lindsey definitely alive and safe, Catherine put her phone in her pocket and went into the kitchen only to find that Robert was out in the garden and that Rick was chopping some vegetables and putting them into bags, "I assume that was Grissom?" he asked in a quiet voice.

"It's Lindsey," Catherine spoke in a quiet voice. "Look, Rick, you don't have to come if you don't want."

Rick sighed, "Lindsey is my daughter and I have missed her just as much as you and Lenny have," he replied in a quiet voice. "We both handled our grief in different ways and I know that all too well."

Catherine frowned, "You left and did some rather interesting things with your time when you weren't at the lab," Rick continued softly. "I know about what you did and your marriage to Eddie Willows before you met me. I'm happy you divorced him, but I'm not happy that you cheated on me with Warrick Brown after the kids were taken simply out of anger for how I handled the situation."

"You buried yourself in casino security," Catherine spoke anxiously. "How did you even know…?"

Rick gazed at Catherine, "Warrick Brown was a heavy gambler and he bragged about meeting a hot chick that he worked with and I figured it had to be you, so I packed my things and left," he replied. "I figured you needed space to grieve the way you wanted to and I needed space to grieve the way I needed to."

Catherine blinked and Rick gestured to a pile of papers on the table, "The soonest flight I could get for us all was tomorrow morning," Rick explained quietly. "Lenny is downstairs packing his things to go and Robert knows that we are going. He wishes us luck and asked me to visit his family's graves for him."

"Rick, I didn't love Warrick," Catherine spoke quietly. "Not like I loved you and still do."

Rick sighed and continued chopping in silence before setting the knife aside, "Warrick Brown is a criminal now and you have to understand that," he spoke quietly. "He's an accomplice to murder and he also helped carjack and kidnap a CSI named Calleigh Duquesne from Calle Ocho earlier and it's…"

"Calleigh was carjacked and kidnapped?" Catherine in a shocked voice as Robert came inside.

Rick nodded and Robert immediately went for the phone to get more information about it.


Las Vegas, Nevada

"Hey there, interim supervisor," Nick said in a warm voice, grinning at Sara as he came into Grissom's office and saw a very pregnant Sara sitting behind Grissom's desk with the phone to her ear and a solemn, deeply surprised expression on her tired looking face. "You wanted to see me?"

Sara nodded, her expression neutral as she pressed the speaker phone, "He's here, Gil," she said softly.

"Nick, I have something to tell you and I need you sitting down," Grissom said in a worried voice.

Deeply confused, Nick sat across from Sara, "I'm sitting down, Gris," he replied in a worried voice.

"Juliana Morrison was shot by Dennis Sackheim at some point after they took the New York Crime Lab hostage and she's currently in critical condition," Grissom spoke in a solemn, heavy voice.

Nick frowned, but didn't say anything because he was sorry she met such trouble, but he was also relieved that she was out of his life, "When Juliana's mother came to the hospital to ask about her daughter, she was escorted there by an NYPD Sergeant and a CSI," Grissom spoke quietly. "She brought along a little boy that looks a lot like you, Nick. Adrienne said that his name is Parker Nicolas Stokes."

An uneasy silence filled the office as Sara's eyes widened and Nick's eyes filled with tears, "Parker is very nearly five years old and it seems that Adrienne and Juliana had a difference of opinion about whether or not you should know about Parker," Grissom spoke calmly. "Parker lives in Brooklyn with Adrienne, but I've convinced them to stay in Manhattan for the time being until we know what you want to do."

Nick froze, "Adrienne wants you to be able to meet Parker if you want to," Grissom continued softly.

"Juliana's had him for five years and what if she doesn't want me to see him?" Nick replied quietly.

Grissom sighed sadly, "The chances of Juliana surviving are not high and Adrienne has had primary custody of Parker since Dennis Sackheim moved in with Juliana," he replied softly. "It's your choice."

"There's not a choice," Nick replied softly. "I'll talk to Ecklie and see about getting out there…"

Grissom cleared his throat, "Adrienne wants to wait and see if Juliana makes it before you and Parker meet, but the chances are very, very low that she will," he replied quietly. "If Juliana doesn't make it, Adrienne has asked me to take her and Parker out there so you can meet in a happier environment."

"O…okay," Nick spoke in a trembling voice, tears filling his eyes. "Just…just let me know, okay?

Grissom sighed, "I will, Nick," he replied, feeling horrible for having to drop this bombshell.

As the call ended, Sara got up and moved around the desk to give a hug to her anxious friend.


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