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Ryan, Calleigh, and Eric waited impatiently outside the door of the warehouse. Eric glanced at Ryan and noticed he didn't look well enough to be doing this, but he couldn't argue with him. He also wondered where he got his gun, though that thought was quickly pushed out of his head.

Surprising everyone, several shots were fired and people started yelling and screaming. Eric and Calleigh swung open the door with Ryan close behind. But they all stopped and looked around, despite the slaughtering of the bikers. Sarris and Amy were nowhere to be found.

Within a few short minutes, half the bikers were dead while the other half surrendered. Ignoring this, the three split up and searched all the rooms.

Horatio yelled at them to wait, but Ryan didn't hear it. He frantically searched every room he came upon as quickly as possible. He flung open the last door on the hallway and saw it.

Ron ran to the nurses' station and frantically asked what happened to Ryan.

"He said he was being released and he took off…" A spacy blonde told him.

"You didn't check?"

"I was on the computer!" She said defensively.

Ron rubbed his face in frustration. "Did he say where he was going?"

"I wasn't paying attention…I was on Myspace…"

Ron almost decided to threaten her with a law suit, but more pressing matters were at hand. He quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialed Ryan's number, but got the voicemail. He turned back to the ditz and said, "Do you realize what you've done?"

"Chill out man…"

"He woke up from a coma a few hours ago, and now he's out looking for his niece in the middle of the night around a bunch of gang members! With guns!!"

The girl's face twisted, and Ron sighed as he realized she was about to cry. "Just…nevermind. Tell me where his doctor is."

"D…Down the ha..hallway!!" She said, trying to hold back the tears. "I didn't mean to I SWEAR!!" and she dramatically lost control of her sobs.

He darted down the hallway and found Ryan's doctor just as he was exiting his room with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Sir? Where is your nephew?" The calm doctor asked.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out!"

"Did he leave?"

"Apparently!" Ron said sarcastically.

"That's not wise in his condition; he might suffer a relapse…and not wake up…"

Ron sighed for the millionth time in the past 24 hours and sank into a chair. There was nothing he could do.

Amy's eyes widened as Ryan flew into the room and attacked Ron Sarris. He had perfect timing. Right before the door swung open, Sarris had pinned her against the wall and was breathing into her face. She stopped herself from offering him a breath mint.

She stood there in shock as her uncle and her attacker were rolling around on the floor trying to kill each other. Sarris managed to knock Ryan's hand, and his gun slipped across the floor. Sarris kneeled over Ryan and stuck his own gun to Ryan's head. "This time you're dead for sure!" He screamed. Sarris got off of him and grabbed the other gun.

Amy screamed, "Just stop it! This is so stupid!!"

Sarris turned back to her and growled into her face, "You better shut up!"

"What does it matter? You're gonna kill me anyway!"

"Before I do that I'm gonna teach you a lesson!" He yelled and started grabbing at her clothes.

Suddenly, he fell to the ground with a thud. Ryan had taken a folding chair and hit him over the head with it. While Sarris was still squirming on the ground, Ryan took both the guns from him. "Are you ok? Did he do anything to you?"

Amy just stared with her mouth open and he drew her into a hug. He said, "I'm never letting you go anywhere again!"

Ron sped as fast as possible to Ryan's apartment. He didn't know exactly what warehouse everyone was in, so he hoped to catch Ryan at home before it was too late. He pulled into a parking space and noticed Ryan's car was gone. How could he have escaped so fast?

He rolled his eyes and put his head on the steering wheel. He thought back to the day Ryan was 16 and wound up on his doorstep in Boston, much like how Amy wound up on her own uncle's doorstep.

"Ryan? Is everything ok?" Ron asked the teenager in front of him.

"I just…don't have anywhere to go…"

Ron took him inside, out of the snow. "Is this about your dad?"

"I just need a place to stay for one night, and I swear I'll be out of your hair!"

"You know you can stay here as long as you want, son. What did your dad do?"

Ryan looked away and said softly, "I don't want to talk about it…"

Ron never asked what happened that night; he never asked Ryan anything he didn't want to talk about. Naturally, one night turned into two years, until Ryan moved out for college and Ron decided to move to Miami. He didn't want to leave his nephew, but Ryan had moved out anyway and insisted that he go.

His cell phone rang, and he slowly drew it to his ear, his head still on the steering wheel.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Wolfe," Horatio felt really weird saying that to someone that wasn't Ryan.

"Yeah?"

"Everything is under control. Amy's safe, and if you were wondering, Ryan is too."

"Did you catch that guy?"

"Yes we did, he's on his way to jail right now sir."

"Good."

"We're sending the two of them home, Mr….Ryan refuses to be hospitalized."

"I'm not surprised. But uh…thanks, Horatio."

"It's my job sir, it's my job." He hung up and Ron looked at the phone. Why was he so dramatic about everything?

Tada! But it's so not over yet!! Much more excitement to come!