Three Days Later

Miami-Dade Memorial Hospital – Miami, Florida

The sight of Ryan lingering in the hallway outside of her hospital room surprised Calleigh, but she felt at ease because he understood what it was like not being able to remember things. Her father hadn't left her side since she had endured surgery for a broken leg, pneumothoraxes, and internal injuries, but she knew he was exhausted and needed a break, "Ryan?" she called out as loudly as her throat would allow.

Ryan silently entered the hospital room and saw that Kenwall was asleep on a couch near the window and Calleigh sighed, "I know I should have called, but I feel like it's my fault it took time to find you cause I couldn't remember who took me," he apologized softly. "I think they were the same people."

Calleigh nodded, "I can tell you who was where I was taken, but I can't tell you what they did," she spoke in a tired voice as Ryan sat near the bed. "Detective Caine processed me when I was brought in."

"I wish I could remember and help the PD catch the guys who did this," Ryan spoke softly.

Calleigh gave Ryan a kind look, "I can understand how frustrated you are, Ryan, but we can't make ourselves remember what happened to us, so we just need to focus on recovering," she spoke in a tired voice. "I'm sorry I treated you the way I did. I just hope there won't be any hard feelings."

Ryan shook his head, "No," he replied softly. "Greg Sanders, do you remember him?"

Calleigh nodded, but didn't say anything, "Greg called me three days ago and said he was in the desert, so I think he was taken by whoever hurt you," Ryan spoke quietly. "Was…Warrick at wherever….?"

"Warrick left a note and that's the first thing I remember seeing," Calleigh spoke in a tired voice.

Ryan nodded, his expression grim as Calleigh sighed and closed her eyes, thoroughly exhausted from a simple conversation. It was then that he noticed Kenwall had left , having noticed that Calleigh was safe and with a friend. Figuring nobody would miss him for a while, Ryan silently made himself comfortable.

Nevada Desert

"Two dead, tire treads all over the place, and what looks like footsteps going off in this direction," Grissom said as he eyed the footprints that went off into the desert. "These could be Greg's."

Brass sighed heavily, "Gil, it's been three days," he replied softly. "You might just find a body."

Sofia, meanwhile, was looking at the ground with a flashlight and she suddenly noticed two small devices, "What are these?" she asked, kneeling next to the items. "These could be a clue."

"Those are Greg's hearing aids," Grissom replied, recognizing the devices. "His hearing's…"

Sofia frowned and Grissom hurried over to a rescue truck that was parked nearby, "I'm taking this and following the footprints," he said in an anxious voice. "Process the evidence that's here."

Las Vegas Crime Lab

Sighing softly, Sara gently rubbed her large stomach as she sat in the chair behind Grissom's desk as part of her assignment as temporary head while he was looking for Greg. Several lab techs had popped in to check on her and she had made conversation, but all she wanted to do was go home and rest.

"Sara, do you have a moment?" Ecklie asked as he came into Grissom's office and saw her there.

Sara nodded, "Judge and Mrs. Stokes flew in this morning and they came to the Crime Lab for an update on what is going on with their sons," Ecklie spoke quietly. "Since Grissom isn't here, would you…?"

"We don't have a lot of information other than the text Nick sent Grissom," Sara replied softly.

Before Ecklie could reply, Judge Stokes and his wife came into view, "Ah, Judge Stokes and Mrs. Stokes," Ecklie said in a diplomatic voice. "This is Sara, she's watching over things while Grissom's on a case."

"When Doctor Grissom called us, he told us information that Nicolas had shared," Judge Stokes spoke in a quiet, but concerned voice as he and his wife entered the office. "Nicolas wouldn't lie about it."

Sara sighed and Ecklie looked worried, "I would like to know all the people who Derek has stolen from and I will personally reimburse them," Judge Stokes spoke. "That includes Lieutenant Horatio Caine."

"That is very generous of you, Your Honor," Sara replied in a tired, worried voice.

Ecklie sighed, "Stealing is quite wrong, but I take responsibility for Derek's need to do it because I didn't notice his health problems when I had the opportunity to," Judge Stokes spoke quietly. "I assumed Derek was getting into trouble and I reacted badly. May I use the phone to notify Lieutenant Caine?"

Too stunned to speak, Sara nodded and moved out of the way so the phone was accessible.

Nevada Desert

Blood mixed with sand caused Grissom's heart to race, but he kept following the trail as fast as the paramedics could drive the rescue truck. He knew that three days in could kill just about anyone, but Greg was extraordinary and he knew that the young man would fight to live no matter what.

A shot suddenly rang out, "Drive in the direction of the shot!" Grissom shouted anxiously.

The truck turned and Grissom squinted, his eyes widening when he saw two figures in the distance; one lying on the sand with blood pooling underneath him while the other was staggering further into the desert with one arm hanging limply, "Stop at the body!" Grissom ordered, his anxiety rising.

When the truck stopped at the body, Grissom could quickly see that it wasn't Greg and so he hopped off the truck and dashed towards the other individual, "GREG!" he shouted as loud as he could. "GREG!"

When Greg didn't stop, however, Grissom ran ahead and planted himself in front of the younger man, "Greg," he said in an anxious voice, appalled at the amount of blood, bruises, and sunburn on Greg's face and neck as he reached for him and saw a gun in Greg's right hand. "Greg, give me the gun."

"Diego…he followed me…," Greg spoke, his hand shaking as he offered the gun. "I…I had to shoot…"

Nodding, Grissom took the gun with a sleeve and waved at the rescue truck with his free hand as Greg burst into tears and dropped to his knees, "I…hurt," Greg wheezed, his voice hoarse. "Help…"

Quickly putting the safety on, Grissom slid the gun into his jacket pocket and knelt down in front of Greg, "Just take slow breaths, Greg," he said in a calm voice as the rescue truck approached them.

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

Detective Speedle,

I know it's short notice, but can we arrange for you to talk to John on Skype about what happened between him and Dennis Sackheim? You are the only counselor that John seems to trust.

Danielle Boscorelli

Sighing tiredly, Emily typed a quick reply that she would be happy to arrange that for John and then she leaned back in her chair and gently rubbed her growing stomach, "I'm excited for you to come and meet the big family you have," she spoke gently. "I didn't think I could have anymore after the twins."

A gentle kick was the response Emily got and as she sat there smiling, there was a knock at her door and it opened to reveal Horatio, "Detective, I was wondering if I could schedule an appointment?" Horatio asked, his tone of voice filled with enough distress that it concerned Emily. "What's your schedule?"

"I have time right now, sir," Emily replied in a concerned voice. "Why don't you have a seat?"

Nodding, Horatio silently closed the door and sat on the couch, "I was in my office working on paperwork when I got a call from Judge Stokes," he explained in a quiet voice. "It seems that there is evidence that Derek Stokes is diabetic and was stealing to pay for medicine. The judge has offered to reimburse everyone Derek stole from, including me. I'm not sure how to react to such an offer."

Emily looked thoughtful as she sat up, "Nick Stokes texted Doctor Grissom and Doctor Grissom called Nick and Derek's parents about it," Horatio spoke quietly. "It's possible that low blood sugar triggers violent, manic behavior in Derek like it does for Tony Speedle and I'm feeling very conflicted."

"Horatio, you almost died that night," Emily replied softly. "Are you still staying at the Hyatt?"

Horatio nodded, "I'm sure Robert knows I lied to him about having the house repaired so I could move back home, but he hasn't brought it up yet," he said in a quiet voice. "I don't feel safe at that house anymore, but I haven't the heart to let it go. Staying at the Hyatt Regency is easier for now."

"How are your nightmares?" Emily asked softly. "I'm sure hearing from Judge Stokes didn't help…"

Horatio sighed, "I get a limited amount of sleep, but I do feel quite bad hearing that Derek Stokes was probably not aware of what he was doing because his blood sugar was low," he replied softly. "I spend a lot of time awake and swilling tea because I always dream that I'm being buried after being killed."

Emily nodded, choosing not to comment so that Horatio could speak freely, "I don't want to be a burden on my nephew or on anyone," Horatio spoke quietly. "You are the only one who knows my situation."

"I think you need to be honest with your nephew," Emily spoke firmly. "He understands trauma."

Horatio looked thoughtful, "You shouldn't be alone in whatever you're feeling," Emily spoke softly.

Just then, Horatio's phone rang and he answered it, "Horatio," he said in a quiet voice.

There was quiet talking and Horatio sighed, "Thank you," he replied softly. "Good bye."

Horatio silently studied Emily briefly, "I just got a call from Doctor Grissom in Las Vegas and the Las Vegas police have found Greg Sanders alive," he spoke softly. "Nick Stokes is still missing…"

Emily nodded, "I'm concerned that Ryan is still feeling guilty over what happened and I do feel bad that I haven't been much of a help to his recovery," Horatio spoke quietly. "I am not a very good person."

"Horatio, you can't be everything for everyone," Emily spoke quietly, giving him a smile. "It would be very nice if you had infinite strength and energy, but even you get tired now and then. You have been a good support to Ryan and he has admitted as much. You have been a wonderful support to everyone."

Horatio offered a tiny smile, "As for Judge Stokes's offer to reimburse you due to the circumstances, that is completely up to you and you don't have to respond right away," Emily spoke softly. "Take some time to think about it and if you accept the offer, you don't even have to use the money for yourself."

"I think I will do that," Horatio replied, feeling considerably calmer as he stood. "Thank you."

As Horatio left her office, Emily's phone buzzed and she looked down at it, deeply curious.

Miss Wolfe, can we talk somewhere private? I need your help finding my boy. – Ray Caine.

Manhattan, New York

Cold air blew across John's face as he sat on a garden box that was on the roof, his housecoat, shoe, surgical boot, and coat providing him with warmth. He had been released from the hospital with orders to rest and NYU had allowed him to do schooling from home given the circumstances of what happened.

Life had gone on; David and Ellie had gone back to school, their father had continued his chemo and was doing the occasional bit of online work from home, their mother had taken some leave to spend time with their father, him, Michael, and Emily; and their grandparents were focused on raising Nicolas while doing occasional work for Victims Assistance and NYU. The Crime Lab was also being rebuilt.

Despite spending most of his time at home, John had Mac, Danny, Lindsay, Hawkes, and Stella visit him on a regular basis, but Flack hadn't even made an attempt to contact him. Carlos had also brought Tommy and Kylie up to visit during the day and was currently looking into some sort of work he could do with his FDNY experience because Mac's words about his abilities had made an impact on him and Holly was very supportive of whatever he wanted to do. John had also gotten phone calls from reporters wanting interviews, but his parents had told him he could handle those when he was ready to.

Nighttime, however, was proving difficult because he still had nightmares about what happened and the lack of sleep screwed up his blood sugar. It was early morning, but John just needed space.

A deep sigh filled the air, "So this is where you got to," John suddenly heard his grandfather say.

John turned just in time to see his grandfather come on to the roof wearing a coat and shoes over his housecoat and pajamas, "Yelina got up to feed Nicolas and she saw you come up here, so she woke me up," Sully explained in a concerned voice. "Your parents and siblings didn't hear you come up here."

"I just needed some space, Grandpa," John spoke softly. "Am…am I a monster?"

Sully frowned, "No, you're not a monster," he replied as he walked over to the garden box and sat.

"Detective Flack's afraid of me cause I had to kill that guy," John spoke quietly, sighing as his hands began to tremble. "Grandpa, do you have any gloves on you? My hands are shaking again."

Sully silently took John's hands and gently rubbed them, "You did something incredibly brave and saved the lives of everyone in the Crime Lab," he spoke calmly. "Dennis Sackheim was a dangerous man."

"I know it was brave, but I feel bad about killing him," John spoke softly. "Does that guilt ever stop?"

Sully sighed, "You did what absolutely had to be done," he replied calmly. "Killing isn't the best solution, but there are times when it is the only solution to stop someone who is a truly dangerous person."

"How much crap am I in with NYPD and the FBI?" John asked softly. "They're investigating it."

Sully nodded, "I don't think you're in any crap and I think everyone will pretty much leave you be until the end of the semester," he replied in a kind voice. "They want you to keep up your high grades."

John sighed and yawned, "For now, though, I think you should go back to bed," Sully spoke firmly.

Nodding, John allowed his grandfather to help him up and back into the apartment, "Yelina and Nicolas must have gone back to bed," Sully replied in a calm voice as they got inside. "I'll tuck you back in and then I gotta get David and Ellie up for school. Give me your coat and shoes and I'll put them away."

John did as he was told and entered his room just in time to see David wake up, "Hi," David whispered.

"Hey," John replied as he got back into bed. "Grandpa's gonna come wake you for school soon."

David sighed, "You were up on the roof again, weren't you?" he asked softly. "Are you okay?"

"I killed someone, David," John spoke quietly. "I can't take it back and it screws up my sleep."

David frowned, "David, get up for school," Sully's voice suddenly called out. "Ellie, get up!"

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

"You asked to see me?" Robert asked as he opened his uncle's office door. "Uncle…?"

Seeing Horatio asleep on the couch with a pillow and blanket keeping him company prompted Robert to pause, "…No, please," Horatio mumbled shakily as he tensed up into a ball. "Please…don't kill me."

Robert gently placed a hand on his uncle's shoulder and Horatio shot up in terror, nearly dry-heaving as he saw his nephew standing there, "Oh, Robert, forgive me," Horatio spoke quietly. "I was resting."

"You look tired, Uncle Horatio," Robert spoke quietly as he sat on the couch. "Are you all right?"

Horatio sighed quietly, "I just wanted to know if you would like an extension on your work contract with the lab," he lied, deflecting the question. "Calleigh's going to be on medical leave for a while."

Robert frowned, but didn't say anything, "I have offered some of the shifts to Emily, but seeing that she is pregnant and the department counselor, she can only work limited shifts and Mister Wolfe is going to come back in the spring, but he wants to be in the lab for a while," Horatio spoke in a trembling voice.

There was a heavy silence, "Where have you been staying?" Robert spoke, deeply concerned by his uncle's weak voice. "I've driven by your place and it's as it was months ago. You sound lifeless…."

Horatio sighed, "At the Hyatt Regency," he spoke softly. "I haven't felt safe going back to that place…"

Robert nodded, "I'm feeling a bit rundown from lack of sleep," Horatio confessed quietly. "I keep my things in my car and pay nightly simply because I don't know how long I can stand being there."

"Why don't I take you and your things to my house and you can rest?" Robert suggested gently.

Horatio gave him a look, "You don't exactly have room for me right now," he spoke quietly.

"When Lindsey is able to come home, Catherine and Rick will be moving to a different house with her and Lenny," Robert spoke gently. "I'm not sure she is fond of me after I expressed concerns…"

Horatio sighed, "I too have concerns about that," he replied, having not heard that previously.

Robert sighed softly, "Please, Uncle Horatio, move back in with me," he spoke gently. "The boys and I would love to have you however long you need to stay. I worry about you alone at that hotel."

"Alright," Horatio replied in a quiet voice. "I keep my things in my car, so there's no need to go…"

Grateful for the intervention, Horatio got up and followed Robert from the office, both of them stopping in their tracks when they saw Catherine come off the elevator, "Ah, Robert, I just came by to return the keys you gave to Rick," she said in a tired voice. "He's at a hotel with Lenny and Lindsay right now."

"Catherine, I told you my concerns," Robert replied in a firm voice. "This isn't a good idea."

Catherine scowled as several staffers including Eric, Natalia, and Jesse came out of the labs to see what was going on, "You are going to give me a lecture on parenting?" she asked in a cold voice. "If you were actually a good parent who could give others parenting advice, your daughter wouldn't be dead!"

Robert froze and the entire lab went silent, everyone's eyes widening as he turned and left the lab through a fire exit door. Fury filled Natalia as she marched over and grabbed Catherine by the arm.

"That's enough!" Natalia snapped as she marched Catherine to the elevators. "It's time you left!"

Catherine pulled out of Natalia's grip and slapped her, prompting Eric to grab Catherine and handcuff her. Horatio quickly moved down the hallway and lingered at the window briefly, sighing quietly.

"Let go of me!" Catherine shouted as Eric and Jesse hauled her to the elevator. "Let go of me!"

Eric scoffed, "You're going in holding to cool off!" he snapped. "We'll call Stetler for you."

Natalia silently walked over to where Horatio was standing, "Bobby is upset," Horatio spoke softly. "I just saw him take off in his truck and I'm very concerned about him. What Catherine said…"

"She shouldn't have said it," Natalia replied angrily. "It wasn't his fault that his daughter died."

Horatio sighed, "No, it wasn't," he replied softly. "I need to call Rick and explain what happened. Natalia, will you please make sure Robert doesn't do anything drastic? I'm very concerned for him now."

Desert Palms Hospital - Las Vegas, Nevada

"Greg?"

Blurry forms greeted Greg as he opened his eyes, "Really, Doctor Grissom, Mister Sanders is in no condition for visitors right now," an angry voice spoke. "He's got some serious recovering to do."

Greg blinked and his vision cleared, revealing Grissom and a nurse by his bed, "Greg," Grissom spoke.

"I feel like I'm floating, Gris," Greg spoke in a faint voice. "What happened to me out there?"

Grissom sighed patiently, "You were actually very lucky for being in the desert for so long," he explained in a calm voice. "Your left arm is broken, you've got a concussion, a broken nose, facial bruising, a cut forehead, broken ribs, and tubes in your lungs. You're also suffering from dehydration, sunburn, and a bit of bacterial pneumonia. The staff wants to contact your family, but they can't find a number…"

Greg sighed and coughed weakly, "It's at my place," he managed to say. "Or call Jenny; she has it."

Grissom nodded, "Greg, I know you need to rest, but Judge Stokes is here and he wants to ask you if you might know where Nick and Derek are," he spoke quietly. "We haven't been able to find them."

"What evidence is there?" Greg spoke in a quiet voice. "Can…can I get some water, please?"

Grissom watched as the nurse got Greg some water and helped him drink, "A text from Nick and Archie has been trying to ping his phone," Grissom explained softly. "Did they say anything to you?"

"Diego…he kept screaming that Warrick was going to kill Derek," Greg spoke shakily.

Suddenly, Grissom's phone buzzed and Grissom put it on speaker, "Grissom, Nick's phone is pinging," Archie spoke in an anxious voice. "I don't know where from, but it's pinging a GPS location."

Greg coughed as the call ended, "How's Jenny?" he asked weakly. "I…I hope she's safe…"

There was a silence, "I am," a quiet voice suddenly spoke, prompting Grissom to turn.

"Jenny, I thought you were going to see your parents?" Grissom asked in a shocked voice as Jenny suddenly came into the room and lingered near the bed. "The Stokes decided it would be best…"

Jenny scoffed, "I'm an adult and I took a train up here from Austin," she spoke calmly. "Greg…"

Grissom looked beyond Jenny and saw a dark-haired woman in scrubs standing with the Stokes's, "Nick's sister made me promise to go visit my parents if she brought me to visit Greg," Jenny explained, tears filling her eyes as she approached the bed and gently touched Greg's face. "Hey there…"

"Oh, your hand feels nice," Greg spoke in a tired voice, sighing as he relaxed at Jenny's touch.

Grissom silently went into the hallway, "Candace, we told Jenny it would be best to go and stay with her parents til the baby is born," Jillian Stokes spoke quietly. "Derek's no longer in Miami and not a threat."

"She's very stubborn, Mom," Candace replied in a kind voice. "Are all the Wolfes stubborn like her?"

Judge Stokes looked amused, but Jillian silently went inside the hospital room and Grissom followed to make sure Greg wouldn't feel overwhelmed, "…Greg, why are you looking at me like that?" Jenny asked in a quiet voice that was filled with concern and confusion. "Are…are you having a psychic vision?"

"Have…have you had any ultrasounds lately?" Greg asked in a weak voice. "Just out of curiosity?"

Jenny shook her head, "I think your baby will look as gorgeous as her mom," Greg whispered.

Grissom's eyes went wide, "I…I'm having a girl?" Jenny asked quietly. "Is that what you saw?"

"I'm tired," Greg spoke in a faint voice, overwhelmed by the day. "Both of you get some rest."

Jenny sighed, "Nick's parents and my parents want me to go back to Miami," she spoke in a quiet voice, gently stroking his fingers. "I want to stay with you and Nick is still out there, so is it really safe?"

"I know you want to stay, but your family misses you," Greg spoke softly. "You have to think of them."

Grissom watched as Jenny kissed Greg on his dry lips, "There's not any trains out of here for a few days," Jenny spoke in a soft voice. "I'm staying with the Stokes family at a safe hotel and I'll visit…"

"Skype," Greg spoke weakly. "I want you and your daughter to be safe. Please…Jenny…listen to me."

Jenny nodded and silently got up as Greg drifted off to sleep, allowing Grissom a chance to leave.

Manhattan, New York

The NYU science labs were not an ideal place to process evidence, but Mac would take it simply because it would be summertime before the Crime Lab would be ready for use again. The university had been understanding about their needs and had juggled students around so that the criminalists would have exclusive access to what they needed. It would do simply because it had to and that was that.

"Mac, there's someone from the FBI out in the hall," Stella said as she came into Mac's temporary office, a small classroom that was attached to the science labs. "They need to talk to you like right now."

Mac sighed as he shuffled the statements that he had gotten from everyone about what had happened on the day the lab was under siege, "Taylor, what's the deal?" Chief Sinclair said in an angry voice as he and a dark-haired woman came into the classroom. "Agent Danville here said she's already talked with John Boscorelli several times and he's cooperating, but NOBODY can get a hold of Detective Flack!"

"I assume he put in for medical leave," Mac replied calmly. "Danny's taking it til at least the summer."

Chief Sinclair scowled, "Flack didn't file papers to go on leave, but he hasn't shown up for work and has been incommunicado since the hostage incident," he hissed. "NYPD and the FBI need to talk to him."

Mac frowned, "What do you mean Flack's been incommunicado?" he asked in a concerned voice.

"We can't get a hold of him," Agent Danville replied in a quiet voice. "Do you have his address?"

Mac looked worried, "Flack's not going to like it if you go tearing over to his apartment," he replied.

Agent Danville and Stella exchanged a look, "I know he's been incommunicado and I've asked someone to handle it privately," Mac explained calmly. "This person is a fellow cop and understands the situation, so it might go smoother than if I were to sick the FBI on him. I will let you know what goes down."

Chief Sinclair scowled, but said nothing, "I trust you," he finally said firmly. "Don't let me down."

Once Chief Sinclair and Agent Danville had left, Stella took a seat, "Who did you send?" she asked.

Mac sighed, but he wasn't willing to say anything in case their conversation was overheard.

In another part of Manhattan, Flack lay in bed with his mind wide awake, but his heart in pieces over the fact that he had let John nearly die at Dennis Sackheim's hands. Ever since watching John kill the insane former FBI Agent, Flack had realized that he wasn't cut out to be a mentor or even a police officer.

Despite knowing that NYPD and the FBI wanted to talk to him, Flack had locked himself in his apartment, unplugged his phone, and had turned his cell phone off. He had spent time doing only what was necessary, but he had also spent a lot of time in bed trying to get over the depression he now felt.

As Flack lay awake, trying to dismiss his current headache and think of what he could do to remedy the guilt he felt, there was a knock at the door. Scoffing, Flack silently got out of bed and went to the door.

Peeking through the peephole, Flack was surprised and concerned to see Bosco and Ty, who was in uniform, "What do you want?" he asked in a tired voice, opening the door just a small crack.

"What I want is to be at home sleeping next to my hot wife and watching my kids get ready for school," Bosco replied in a tired, irritated voice. "What I get to do is come here cause Taylor asked me to."

Flack scoffed, "And you brought a uniform," he said coldly. "What, am I under arrest now?"

When there was no reply, Flack started to shut the door, but Bosco shoved it open and clung to the wall as he forced himself into the apartment, "I gotta get back in shape after this round of chemo's over," Bosco breathed anxiously. "I hope you haven't been drinking yourself stupid, Detective Flack?"

"No," Flack replied, worried that Bosco was overdoing it. "When'd you last have chemo?"

Bosco scoffed, "When'd you last go outside?" he said tiredly. "The day of the incident?"

"You weren't there," Flack replied in an angry voice. "I sat by and let your kid do something stupid…"

Ty frowned and Bosco looked surprised as Flack retreated, "How many lives did John save doing what he did?" Bosco asked in a stern voice. "Everyone but that chick who helped Sackheim take the lab hostage."

"He's 17 and he's got blood on his hands because I couldn't be a man and order him off," Flack snapped.

Bosco scoffed, "Okay, so you get to be a man and Sackheim could have shot John in the head," he replied in an upset voice, his voice trembling. "You know what? I need to sit down for a minute."

"Bosco, do you want me to go to the car and get that vitamin water?" Ty asked worriedly.

Flack looked worried, "Next time Mac Taylor wants someone to come ream you out, I'm staying home in bed," Bosco growled in a tired voice. "Davis, get me a bucket before I lose my cookies on the floor."

Ty quickly grabbed a bowl from the nearby kitchen and winced as Bosco threw up, "Look, I'm not endangering John anymore," Flack said anxiously. "I don't want John to lose his co-op, so I'm going to transfer away from Homicide until he's graduated and to a point where he can forgive me."

Bosco looked surprised, "He doesn't even blame you for what happened, you nutcase," he replied in a stern, surprised voice. "John's worried about you. You look like crap, to be honest, Detective…"

"I'm not the one doing janitor work for NYPD in the middle of the night!" Flack snapped irritably.

Ty sighed and Bosco scoffed, "John works at the Crime Lab as a janitor in the evening for a couple of hours after supper and sometimes shovels snow for the precincts if they ask," Bosco explained in an irritated voice. "He's taking a break from all that stuff til the end of term, though, but Taylor's still paying him to keep on his school work. I can't work and John wanted to help out, so his mother and I let him."

Flack nodded and eyed Bosco uncertainly, as Bosco was quickly tiring, "You all right?" he asked quietly.

Bosco sighed and slowly got to his feet, "Nope," he replied tiredly. "I'm tired and I feel nauseous."

"Are you well enough to go home?" Flack asked in a worried voice. "Or is that why Davis is here?"

Bosco rubbed his eyes, "I got friends to help me when I'm down and so do you," he said. "Bye."

Flack looked thoughtful as Ty helped Bosco walk across the carpet and out of the apartment.

Coconut Grove – Miami, Florida

The sound of the television greeted Natalia as she knocked on Robert's front door, "Who is it?" a quiet voice suddenly asked as footsteps shuffled across the floor. "Daddy said not to let strangers in."

"It's Natalia, Adam," Natalia replied, recognizing Adam's small voice. "Can I come in?"

The door opened and Adam smiled at Natalia, "Is your dad here?" Natalia asked in a kind voice.

"Daddy's taking a nap and he told BJ to do his homework in the kitchen and told me to watch TV for a little bit," Adam spoke in a quiet voice. "Was Uncle Rick's wife yelling at him? He looked really sad."

Natalia frowned and came into the house, "I'm going to talk to your dad, okay?" she asked softly.

Adam nodded, closed the door, and locked it with Natalia's help, "Why is Daddy sad?" he asked softly.

"I'm going to find out," Natalia promised gently. "Can you keep watching cartoons for a while?"

Adam returned to the couch and Natalia went upstairs to Robert's bedroom, sighing when she heard quiet crying coming from inside, "Bobby," she spoke softly as she went into the bedroom and saw Robert lying in bed with a box of tissues at his side. "Bobby, I know you're hurt by what she said."

Robert nodded, but said nothing, "It's okay to be angry and sad about it, but what happened to Maggie wasn't your fault," Natalia spoke gently, taking his hand. "I didn't know her, but you…I know and I know that you are an amazing father who has gone through endless demons in his life. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Talia," Robert spoke in a tired voice. "What…what happened after I left the lab?"

Natalia sighed, "Catherine tried to hit me, so Delko arrested her," she replied softly. "She's in holding."

Robert sighed heavily, "Just what Lindsey needed as a homecoming present," he spoke tiredly. "Rick really pulled strings with the hospital in New York to get her home and then Catherine acts out. That is not going to go over well with the judge who agreed for Catherine to be released from the hospital."

Natalia gave Robert a confused look, "Catherine's on sort of a probationary release and Rick's got primary custody of the kids," Robert spoke quietly. "That is why I let them live with me, so they could be together and Catherine could have a controlled environment where she could be a good parent."

Sighing, Robert slowly sat up, frowning when he suddenly heard shouting downstairs, "What's that racket?" he asked in a groggy voice, getting out of bed. "I told BJ and Adam to keep the noise down."

Natalia followed Robert downstairs and was shocked to see that BJ was having a seizure in the middle of the kitchen and Adam was on the phone trying to talk while crying, "…Please, you gotta come help my brother!" Adam exclaimed tearfully. "He started breathing funny and now he's not waking up!"

Robert hurried over and took the phone from Adam just as sirens could be heard, "Come here, Adam," Natalia said as she gently picked up the terrified five year old and hugged him. "It's okay."

Miami, Florida

Kenwall Duquesne's words of thanks still rang in Ryan's ears as he left the emergency room after sitting with Calleigh long enough to give her father a break. Ryan felt tired, but he didn't feel safe at home.

Sighing softly, Ryan walked down the street to the bus stop to catch a bus home, as he didn't feel safe driving even though he had been medically cleared to. As he approached the bus, he heard footsteps.

"Ryan, I just wanted to thank you for sitting with Calleigh for a little while so I could get something from the cafeteria," Kenwall said in a quiet, tired voice. "I can't believe anyone would hurt my Lamb Chop."

Ryan nodded and as he tried to think of something to say, he suddenly heard a loud crack and felt pain in his leg, "Such a do-gooder," a voice hissed as a car drove up. "Just like your tramp of a sister."

Kenwall's eyes widened in horror as Ryan turned and saw a black Hummer parked there with a hand out the window that was holding a gun, "Get in, Wolfe, and I won't shoot you again," a dark voice said.

Frowning, Ryan looked down at his leg and realized that he had been shot, as a bloodstain was forming on his pantleg. He could hear Kenwall shouting and he felt himself being moved, but he was too woozy from the shock of being shot and blood loss that he had no awareness of anything that was going on.

The next thing Ryan knew, his ankles were being cuffed and he felt cold, "Where's Ray Junior?!" he heard an infuriated voice shout. "I know you saw him when you were with Ivan earlier in the year!"

"I don't know," Ryan replied in a groggy pained voice, wincing as pain shot up his leg. "My leg…"

Ray scoffed as he came into Ryan's view with a pair of plyers in hand, "Just hold still," he hissed.

Ryan, however, let out a scream of agony as he felt the bullet being pried out of his leg, "I SAID FOR YOU TO BE QUIET!" Ray roared, smacking Ryan with the pliers. "I'll let you bleed if you don't tell me where…"

"I don't remember anything!" Ryan pled anxiously. "I was given some drugs to make me forget!"

Ray scoffed and started cleaning the leg wound so roughly that Ryan tried to pull away, "Don't be stupid, Wolfe," Ray snarled. "We're in a seedy area and even if you got free, you'd be completely lost."

Ryan watched in horror as Ray held up his wallet, "Is your crappy apartment where you keep all your intel on my kid?" Ray asked in a cold voice. "I have friends who say you've been looking for my son."

When Ryan didn't reply, Ray threw the wallet on the floor, "Maybe some narcotics would loosen your tongue," he hissed in an irritated voice as he moved towards a door. "I'll be back with some drugs."

Miami-Dade Crime Lab/Police Department

Anxious voices greeted Emily as she came down the hallway from the offices and saw a frantic looking Kenwall talking with Horatio and Tripp, "…It seems awful that such a bad thing would happen after he came by to sit with Calleigh so I could get coffee," Kenwall was saying anxiously. "Can you find him?"

"You asked to see me, Lieutenant Caine?" Emily asked in a concerned voice. "What's wrong?"

Kenwall suddenly looked worried, "Is this a good thing for her to hear?" he asked worriedly.

"Emily, Ryan went to the hospital earlier to visit Calleigh and when he came out, he was apparently shot and taken hostage by an unknown individual," Horatio spoke quietly. "Mister Duquesne witnessed it."

Emily frowned, "After Ryan was shot, I ran to my car to call 9-1-1, but he was hit with some sort of needle and dragged into a black Hummer before I could call," Kenwall spoke apologetically. "So, I got a uniformed officer to sit with Calleigh and I drove here as fast as I could without breaking the law."

Tripp and Horatio looked worried, but Emily silently got her phone out of her pocket, "I need to show you something, Horatio," she said softly, getting to Ray's text and her refusal to help. "Take a look."

Horatio silently took the phone and frowned when he saw the text from Ray and Emily's reply, "I think there should be a meeting of all the CSI's," he said in a quiet voice. "This is a very serious matter."

Manhattan, New York

John sighed softly as he lay in bed, too tired to do his homework or even move because every time he tried to feel normal again, he couldn't. He had only managed to eat breakfast because his grandparents had insisted and then he had gone back to bed while his grandfather took David and Ellie to school.

A knock on his bedroom door prompted John to sigh, "What?" he asked in a tired voice. "I'm sleeping."

The door opened and Danielle poked her head into the room, "You sound ill," she replied gently.

"I'm just tired," John replied in a quiet voice. "I managed to eat breakfast, but it wasn't good."

Danielle sighed and came into the room, "How's your blood sugar?" she asked in a worried voice.

John sighed, "It's not where it should be," he replied in a tired voice. "I don't know what to do."

Nodding, Danielle silently sat on the edge of the bed and proceeded to check his blood sugar herself, "It's a bit odd, but that might have to do with the fact that you haven't been getting a proper amount of sleep," she spoke firmly. "I know you go on the roof to think, but you need sleep to stay healthy."

John nodded, "Now, I want you to come rest on the hideabed couch and I'll get you some juice," Danielle spoke firmly. "You're banned from working on schoolwork today. I just want you to rest."

"I have nightmares about what happened," John spoke tiredly. "How can I get past it?"

Danielle sighed softly, "You take it one day at a time," she spoke softly. "You may not think it now, but you did a good thing and it saved a lot of lives. Now, can you walk on your own or do you need help?"

John shakily managed to get out of bed and out to the hideabed couch, managing a smile when he saw Mikey and Emily sitting in their playpen surrounded by toys, "Mom, what about Dad's other kid?" he asked, laying down on the bed. "You said that that lady got herself pregnant by hurting him."

Danielle paused, as she and Maurice had told the family about Dr. Price being pregnant because they had decided to not keep secrets and they needed to decide what to do about it, "It will probably be close to spring break when the child is born," she replied calmly. "We don't know what the gender is yet and we probably won't find out until we go down and get the baby if that's what your father wants."

John nodded, "You think he'd actually go to Miami again?" he asked softly. "He didn't like it before."

"I know he didn't," Danielle spoke quietly. "Your father is considering taking the baby into our family."

John sighed, "Where would he or she sleep?" he asked softly. "The apartment's kind of full."

"We'd figure that out," Danielle replied in a kind voice as she opened the fridge and got some juice out.

As John covered himself up with a blanket, Danielle silently got to work getting juice and taking care to be quiet because her mother and Nicholas had gone back to bed after breakfast because her father had taken David and Ellie to school while Maurice had gone to look for Detective Flack with Ty's help.

Mercy Hospital – Miami, Florida

"Detective Caine," Robert heard a calm voice say. "Your son is awake and is asking for you."

Nodding, Robert stood up and grabbed Adam's hand, but Natalia remained seated, "BJ will probably just want his family at first," she replied nervously. "We're not married yet, so he doesn't have to like me."

"Natalia, you're family to all of us," Robert replied, smiling at her. "Please, come and see BJ with us."

As Natalia stood up, Dr. Loman came into the waiting area, "Your son is awake and feels very tired, but he's asking for you," he said in a calm voice. "We can't seem to figure out what caused his seizure."

Robert nodded and walked alongside Natalia and Adam as they followed Dr. Loman from the waiting room to the trauma room. BJ was laying on a gurney with his eyes open and a gown and blanket covering his body, "Dad, they wanna put a tube in my nose," BJ complained in a groggy voice.

"It's called oxygen, pal, and it will help you feel better," Robert replied as he went over to a chair that was beside the gurney and sat down. "Why did you have a seizure today? Nobody can figure it out."

BJ sighed tiredly, "Aunt Catherine's a psycho like Mom was when she was alive," he replied in a tired voice. "I don't like that she lives with us and I always hear her and Uncle Rick arguing downstairs."

Robert frowned, but didn't say anything, "Hey, Adam, do you want something from the cafeteria?" Natalia asked, seeing that Robert was troubled. "I'm getting a little hungry and could use company."

Adam nodded and left the room with Natalia, "Aunt Catherine gets so angry and reminds me of when Mom used to get angry," BJ spoke in a tired voice. "I just couldn't take it anymore, Dad."

Robert nodded and ruffled BJ's hair, "I'm sorry," he spoke softly. "I should have been more aware."

"Dad, I don't want Aunt Catherine living with us anymore," BJ replied in a tired voice. "Please."

Thoroughly exhausted from the seizure, BJ drifted off into a deep sleep, "Do whatever you need to do to make BJ comfortable, Doctor Loman," Robert spoke quietly as he pulled out his phone. "Excuse me."

While Dr. Loman and nurses worked to help BJ, Robert silently sent a text to Rick saying that Catherine wasn't allowed at his home anymore because she brought too much stress and hurt to his family. He then sent a quick text to his uncle about BJ's condition and that he would need the day off.

Miami-Dade Police Department/Crime Lab

Horatio sighed as he read Robert's text message while waiting for all available staff to gather for the meeting. He wasn't looking forward to discussing what Ray had done, but he knew he had to do it.

Footsteps filled the air and Horatio looked up from his phone to see Tim, Eric, Jesse, Alexx, Walter, and several lab techs come into the conference room. Emily came in last and sat at the far end of the table.

"I called this staff meeting because Ryan Wolfe was abducted from the hospital after visiting Calleigh," Horatio spoke in a somber voice. "Ray texted Emily for help and she refused, so he kidnapped Ryan."

Murmuring filled the room, "We're not all here," Eric spoke. "Where's Detective Caine and Natalia?"

"Detective Caine is otherwise occupied," Horatio replied calmly, not wanting to reveal his nephew's business or issues with Catherine. "Miss Boa Vista is with him. We need to discuss a battle plan."

Emily sighed heavily, "Ray used to be heavily involved with Victims Assistance before he went rogue," she explained in a tired voice. "I know this because he was the one who rescued me after…"

Horatio's eyebrows went up, "Was Ray the one who left you in that crappy bus shelter Marisol and I found you at?" Eric asked in a confused voice. "If he was such a hero, he wouldn't have left you there."

Tim gave Emily a confused look, "My experience is not on trial here," Emily replied in a sharp voice.

"Victims Assistance," Eric spoke firmly. "Is that why you were bartending that night Calleigh and I…?"

Emily silently stood up and left the conference room because it was apparent that Eric's brain injury had triggered an inability to leave her past alone. She intended to contact Natalia in private and ask her where Ray might have taken Ryan, as it was clear that her past was affecting her colleagues thoughts and it would only detract from Horatio's meeting. She knew it was better for her to step out.

The trip outside was done in silence and Emily stepped outside just in time to see Rick help Lindsey out of a car while Lenny watched, "I'm sorry about this, kids, but you guys can sit in the police lounge and have whatever's there until I straighten this out," Rick spoke apologetically. "I really am sorry."

Rick paused at the sight of Emily, "Rick?" Emily asked. "I thought you'd be getting Lindsey settled."

"Catherine and Detective Caine got into a spat and she hit Boa Vista," Rick replied. "Delko put Catherine in holding and I got a call to come down and deal with it. I couldn't leave my children unsupervised."

Emily sighed, "Do you want me to sit with them for a bit?" she offered kindly. "I don't mind."

"Lenny, Lindsey, do you want to hang out with Detective Speedle for a bit?" Rick asked quietly before giving Emily a confused look. "I thought you'd be on duty this time of day. Do you have the time?"

Emily gave Rick a look, "Ryan was kidnapped and Horatio's holding a meeting, but I left after Delko started discussing my past," she explained calmly. "Lindsey, Lenny, do you wanna hang out with me?"

Lindsey and Lenny silently went over to her and Rick sighed as he went into the police building, relieved that he didn't share that Robert wanted Catherine out of his house. By the time Rick got down to the holding cells, his mind was troubled and he wasn't sure what he was going to do about Catherine.

"Come to bust me out, Rick?" Catherine asked as Rick approached her cell. "It's been a long day."

Rick sighed, "I'm not sure," he replied irritably. "Bobby doesn't want you at his house anymore."

Catherine frowned, "So we're just supposed to live in a hotel?" she asked in an upset voice.

Rick gave Catherine a look, "You hit Boa Vista and said some very rude stuff to Bobby about my dead niece and his ability to be a parent," he spoke sternly. "Delko put you on a 24 hour hold so you could calm down and I hope that'll be the end of it. If Boa Vista presses charges, I can't help you."

"You're head of IAB," Catherine hissed. "Are you telling me that you're going to be lawful now?!"

Rick scoffed, "Sackheim's dead, Catherine," he hissed. "There's no reason not to be now."

Las Vegas, Nevada

A seedy motel with Calleigh's car parked in front that sat beside a store; it was so obvious to Warrick that Nick and Derek were hiding in the motel. He had followed the tire treads of the car through the desert for what seemed like an eternity and he was now being rewarded with what he was seeking.

Grateful that he had kept hold of a firearm, Warrick made his way over to the room where the car was and kicked open the door. Derek was asleep in bed while Nick was watching TV with the volume on low, but Nick immediately got in front of Derek when he saw Warrick standing in the doorway with a gun.

"Warrick, man, what are you doing here with a gun?" Nick asked as he reached into his pocket and pulled out both his cell-phone and the gun he had managed to keep on him. "You're wanted."

Warrick scoffed and raised the gun, "Once I kill Derek Stokes, I'll be hailed a hero," he replied coldly.

Nick responded by dialling 9-1-1, dropping the phone on the dresser, and then aiming his gun at Warrick, unaware that Derek had woken from the noise and was watching, "You don't need to kill anybody, Warrick," he spoke loudly. "This is a motel out in the middle of nowhere, so why…?"

"Derek's trash and Ray Caine warned me about him," Warrick grunted. "Let me have him, Nick."

Nick shook his head, "No, Warrick," he replied in an angry voice, tears filling his eyes. "Derek's sick."

Anxious shouting and the sound of shattering glass filled the air as both men fired their guns.

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