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Chapter 13: Found

Horatio shut his phone and rubbed his eyes in irritation. Eric had just called to tell him Jerome Bacher's apartment was empty. He wasn't surprised though, knowing the kidnapper would have been very stupid bringing Peyton back to his place. He'd just hoped they would've been able to give them something to work with. They had to find that car, and fast.

He'd had a feeling this morning's murder and his niece's kidnapping were linked even before Eric had told him about the type of vehicle he drove. The moment he'd seen the young victim lying on the ground in that alley, he'd had a sick feeling to his stomach. Her curly brown hair. Her pretty face. Her black party clothes. The club she'd been partying at. Jena Cady could've been Peyton.

And now, Bacher wanted Peyton to be his new victim.

This murderer was very intelligent. He'd been able to erase the evidence from his five previous murders. But now, he'd made a mistake.

No. He'd made two mistakes.

First, he had left his finger print around Jena Cady's neck.

Second, he'd taken his niece.

His phone rang again. "Yes." He nodded his understanding and started walking towards his house. "Alright, we're on our way."

Apparently Jerome Bacher wasn't that intelligent.

He had justmade his third mistake.

Horatio entered the house and found Ryan in the kitchen. "Mr. Wolfe, come with me."

The younger CSI dropped what he was doing and glanced at Calleigh's surprised face before following his boss. "Horatio?"

The redhead kept walking. "Patrol spotted our man's vehicle." He told him as he climbed in his Hummer.

That's all Ryan needed to hear.

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Peyton's head shot up when she heard heavy footsteps approaching the bedroom door. She quickly got up from the floor and sat down on the bed, not wanting him to get mad at her for not having slept on the bed he'd offered to her.

She had no idea how long she'd been in this room, but she had a feeling he had decided she'd slept enough.

Jerome opened the door and peeked inside, smiling when he saw her sitting on the bed. "Good! You're awake!"

Peyton nodded her head and stood up. Her eyes grew a little wider when he quickly walked up to her and grabbed her hand. "Come on, I made us dinner."

He pulled her with him and guided her back to the main living area. He let go of her hand and pulled out a chair. "Sit."

The brunette humored him and put her hands on her lap, wondering how she'd be able to eat anything. Jerome had set the table nicely and had even lit a small candle between them. "I hope you're hungry!" He said cheerfully before setting a huge plate of spaghetti in front of her. He did the same thing for himself and sat, smiling brightly.

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Horatio stopped the Hummer next to one of the patrol cars and climbed out of the vehicle, followed closely by Ryan. He came to stand next to the officer in charge, his eyes glued to the green pick-up truck parked just a few blocks away. "Do you know which floor they're on?"

"We saw movement coming from the first floor, sir."

"Were you able to see Peyton?"

The officer shook his head. "No, sir. We only saw the suspect walk back and forth through the apartment."

Horatio nodded his understanding and turned to face Ryan and the officers. "Alright. We have to move fast. We have no idea where Peyton is or what he's done to her. No matter what happens, make sure no harm is done to my niece."

They all nodded and followed Horatio's lead as he got back in his vehicule.

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Peyton stared at the food in her plate, trying to find the strength to eat. Her throat was so tight, even if she took a bite, she would never be able to swallow it.

Jerome didn't seem to notice, too focused on swallowing the content of his own plate. His cheerfulness didn't last long, though, as he frowned and glanced up, his attention on the large window in the living room.

Peyton gasped as he dropped his fork noisily in his plate and stood from the table, before he walked up to the window. "FUCK!" He yelled, his hands closing into tight fists. He turned around and came back towards the table. "YOU!!!"

Peyton whimpered and jumped up from her chair, backing away until her back hit the wall. Jerome came up to her and grabbed her wrists, squeezing them tightly. "YOU CALLED THEM!"

"I DIDN'T!" She cried out, grimacing at the pain. She couldn't move, his hold too strong for her.

Jerome roared, his eyes black with rage as he let go of one of her wrists and wrapped his large hand around her throat.

Peyton tried fighting him off, kicking her legs frantically and hitting at his chest with her free hand, but he didn't even flinch. She tried crying out for help, but the hand around her throat tightened, stopping any sound from leaving her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her lungs begged for air. She could feel herself getting weaker and weaker, until black spots started dancing behind her closed eyelids.

Then, everything went black.

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"Let's go!" They all ran inside the building, climbing the stairs as fast as they could.

Ryan was the first one to reach the door. He kicked it open violently and aimed at Jerome's back. "Put your hands up!"

But the kidnapper didn't move. He seemed to be holding something in front of his body. Ryan noticed something dangling between his legs.

A pair of feet.

With a roar, Ryan ran up to the large man and tackled him to the ground, bringing Peyton down with them. He pinned him down to the floor and struggled with the larger man as the officers joined them. The three officers took hold of his two arms, effectively making him loosen his grip around Peyton's throat.

They pulled still struggling man up to his feet and cuffed him as he roared with rage. "Get him out of here!" Ryan shouted, his face red with rage as he fought with himself to keep from killing the man. He could almost feel his weapon burning the skin of his palm, wanting to raise it up to the his face and pull the trigger.

The officers held him tightly as they dragged him out of the room, kicking and screaming all the way out of the building.

"Call an ambulance." Horatio ordered him, going down to his knees next to his niece. He felt her neck to find a pulse and breathed in relief when he found it. "She's alive. Her pulse is weak, but it's there."

Ryan made the call, his voice wavering. He flipped the phone shut and brought his hands up to his hair, trying to get himself under control. He couldn't take his eyes away from Peyton's deathly white face and slightly purple lips. The bastard's hand, which had been tightly wrapped around her small throat, had left a bright red mark on the skin of her neck.

His jaw tightened, the rage he'd been trying to control coming back to the surface. "I'll… go wait for the ambulance outside." He muttered, quickly turning around and walking out of the apartment.

Horatio watched him walking away, his hand gently stroking his niece's hair.

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