Chapter 26
The search is on!
"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster." Friedrich Nietzsche
A/N: Okay, sorry for the long delay but I had to move! LOL Thanks to Betty we are rolling once again.
All I will say is prepare yourselves!
Here we go...
III
Horatio blinked back his shock. His face registered disbelief as well as his tone.
"What?" He paused taking in the disturbing news. "What do you mean Paco's been kidnapped? Tell me what happened, Frank?"
Horatio turned a bit and noticed Calleigh was already getting dressed.
A brief moment passed when Frank answered, "Timmy and Paco were out. Timmy told me they were on the way to the beach when a black van pulled up."
"Where was Jessop?" Horatio quickly questioned feeling anger then dread wash over him.
"They used a Taser on him, H. He didn't stand a chance. Timmy tried to fight them off but said there were two of them. One had a gun and they pushed him around like a rag doll. The kid has some cuts and bruises. He just kept telling me they were much bigger than him.
Horatio remained completely quiet in disbelief. He ran a hand through his hair and over his face then exhaled heavily. "How long ago, Frank?" The devastation was clear in his deepening tone.
"Almost an hour now, H," Frank answered sadly knowing the more time passed, the less Paco's chances were of being found… alive.
"We have to find him," Horatio spoke with concern also understanding time was of the essence. He got off the bed and anger filled his tone, "I want—" He groaned, looked up at Calleigh then refrained. "We'll be by ASAP Frank. I want to talk to Timmy. This kid has an eye for detail. I'm sure he can help us more than he knows."
"Okay, H," Frank answered with hesitancy. "He's a bit shaken up and all but I know he'll talk to you. He was crying. Hard. He said he did everything he could to help but they were just stronger than him. The kid's distraught. He keeps saying he let Paco down."
Horatio blew out a heavy breath and shook his head knowing this would only hurt Timmy's confidence more. Timmy always protected Paco and when Horatio watched the two together he would swear they were brothers. The redhead knew Timmy would be very upset.
"Okay Frank. We'll see you in ten minutes," Horatio explained and disconnected the call. He immediately pressed another button.
"Eric. I need you and Mr. Wolfe ASAP. We have a situation. Paco's been kidnapped. The clock is ticking. The more time that goes by the less chance we have of finding him…." Horatio didn't finish his sentence; instead he clenched his teeth together and found control. "Meet us over at Frank's place."
Calleigh stopped for just a second and stared at the worried redhead. She knew exactly what he was thinking and not saying and so did Eric.
"Okay, H," Eric answered, knowing the word Horatio had refused to say was, 'Alive.'
Horatio disconnected the call then exhaled a very heavy breath pinching the bridge of his nose. He was clearly disturbed and very upset. Looking down he shook his head back and forth.
Calleigh put a tender hand on his shoulder. "We'll find him Horatio."
He held her gaze and swallowed hard thinking of the Cruz brothers. "I… just hope it's in time."
"What are you thinking?" She asked seeing his blue eyes tighten in thought. Those steely blue angry eyes that she only witnessed at the worst of times.
Horatio held her gaze. His tone was dangerously low and bitter, but filled with
determination. "I want to talk to the Cruz brothers."
She gnawed on her lip with that thought and opened her hands out to him. "Let me give you a hand please," said Calleigh, as he unsteadily rose to his feet without her assistance.
"I'll be fine sweetheart. Thank you," he said softly but the blonde knew the storm that was brewing inside him.
He was upset and extremely angry. Calleigh knew enough to give the redhead some space. She would have trouble persuading him to stay home and rest and let the team handle it. Especially with Paco being the casualty.
'Shit,' she caught herself with that word. 'Casualty. Did I just think that! 'They wouldn't hurt a small child, would they?' She questioned again and again then decided to try and talk him out of it anyway.
"Horatio," she said tenderly, hesitantly with regret in her tone. I don't think talking to the Cruz brothers is such a good idea—"
The blonde didn't have a chance to finish her sentence. Horatio turned in her direction with the most intense blue eyes she had ever seen. Just his stare alone was answer enough. He didn't need to say a word. His tightening blue eyes said it all. Calleigh knew nothing she said would make a difference now.
She sighed softly, "Let's just keep our heads about us okay," she slowly handed him his shirt.
Horatio took it and slipped it on with a nod. A hum left his throat followed by a low threatening growl. "If they hurt this boy Calleigh… so help me. They're gonna wish they were dead."
She nodded and chewed on the inside of her lip knowing Horatio would make good on his word. The redhead never threatened. When he spoke, it was with assurance. Whoever did this would be sorry. He would make them pay. The blonde was certain of it.
She clipped her badge on her hip then her holster, watching the redhead do the same. She stared in thought slipping her backup in the hostler.
They were both going to be in trouble with IAB and Sergeant Rick Stetler but Calleigh dismissed the idiotic thought knowing Paco's life laid in the balance.
Horatio studied her for a moment then quietly pulled her from her thoughts. "Your turn. What's on your mind?"
The blonde shook her head dismissing the thought. "Nothing important handsome. I'll tell you after we find Paco."
Horatio nodded and his lips curved up slightly with her positive words. "Sounds, good. You ready?"
She blinked and nodded. "Locked and loaded."
Horatio headed out of the bedroom. "Let's go find Paco."
The concerned blonde said a silent prayer to the powers above while she followed him out of the bedroom.
III
Calleigh and Horatio were out of the house in less than 10 minutes. Calleigh drove full speed with sirens blaring on the way to Frank's house.
Horatio zoned out completely, in deep thought. 'Damn it, why didn't I listen to this kid? He was trying to tell me something. Something about a monster….' Horatio recalled part of their conversation.
Paco explained, "Something make me very uncomfortable about this man. I could feel it… Bad! Muy malo. Muy, muy malo. I am certain… especially when he looked down at me with those… demon eyes."
"Hey," Calleigh called softly covering his hand, seeing his gaze a million miles away. "You okay?"
Horatio blinked and nodded. "Yeah."
"Whatcha thinking?"
Horatio sighed softly feeling the guilt eat at him. "Paco was scared Calleigh. At the hospital, he tried to tell me something but… I just ignored it."
Her tone was gentle yet firm. "Horatio you didn't ignore it. You tried to help him. Paco mentioned a monster. Kids always mention monsters; you can't blame yourself for not taking him seriously."
Horatio shook his head berating himself. "Paco's not like other kids, Calleigh. He's smart. Street smart. I should have picked up on it. I did but… I just…." He let out a heavy breath angry with himself.
"This is not your fault," she said firmly, raising her voice, looking over at him.
His brows arched in a silent reply. 'Oh yes it is,' he thought to himself, and the blonde read him like a book, even though he never said a word. Horatio turned away from her and looked down in thought again. His eyes slightly widened with a thought. "Paco said he saw him at the hospital a few times right?"
Calleigh nodded. "Yeah."
"Then we should have Paco's monster on video." Horatio groaned low in pain as he reached for his cell phone and opened it. He pressed a button.
"Eric. Forget meeting us at Frank's place. I need you and Mr. Wolfe to take a detour over to the hospital. Gather all the video surveillance tapes and find me Paco's monster."
"Who are we looking for H?" Eric asked in confusion.
Horatio let out a breath. "Someone who may be in cahoots with the Cruz brothers. Um… maybe someone who's disfigured or mutilated. I would say this male would stick out because of a bad scar or wound of some kind. Our monster would be shy because of his appearance, so he's gonna try to avoid the cameras. Go through everything Eric. Take that place apart if you have too! I want to know who this monster is and why he would take Paco."
"We're on it, H," Eric answered with fortitude and hung up.
Horatio closed his phone and shut the siren off as Calleigh pulled up in front of Frank's home.
"That was a really good idea," she said turning towards him with a slight smile, knowing he found his focus.
"Yeah," Horatio answered flatly, annoyed with himself, "If I would have taken the boy seriously from the start, we wouldn't be here now."
She tilted her head in sorrow and softly tried again. "Horatio… this is not your fault."
He slipped his sunglasses on with a low reply, "I wish… that were true." He opened the door and carefully got out. Calleigh shook her head, watching him struggle with the pain and guilt. She walked over toward him making sure he was okay.
The front door opened and Frank stood there waiting while they made their way up the walkway.
"You look like hell," Frank said, taking one look at the redhead that walked unsteadily.
He walked past Frank with an inaudible groan, "Feel like it too."
Calleigh shook her head at Frank. "He's blaming himself," she whispered.
"What's new," Frank quietly answered wiping at his lips, feeling guilty himself.
Horatio removed his sunglasses and looked around the quiet home of his friend.
Jenna approached and gave him a sad smile. "Can I get you some coffee Horatio?"
"No thank you," he said softly. "Where's Timmy?"
"Upstairs in the guestroom," she said lowly. "He's very upset. I've never seen him this bad before… maybe… only when his mother died."
"Would it be okay if I went up to talk with him?" Horatio politely asked.
"Of course," she nodded at his gentleness and respect.
"Thank you," he said lowly, and took the stairs two at a time.
Calleigh and Frank were behind him but let him enter the room first.
Horatio knocked softly, "Timmy. You in there son?"
"Um… Yeah…" Timmy answered surprised to hear Horatio's voice from behind his door. He shot up from the bed, where his face was buried in the pillow and quickly wiped at his tears. It did nothing to hide the teary streaks and his bloodshot swollen eyes. Timmy exhaled heavily and looked up at Horatio then quickly looked down in remorse and shame.
Horatio's jaw clenched. The redhead was well aware of what the boy was going through. Guilt. He felt it himself. He reached for a nearby chair, turned it backward, then sat down gingerly, facing Timmy on the bed. Horatio rested his arms on the chair and let out a soft breath.
"Are you okay son?"
"No… not really." Timmy shook his head side to side and Horatio watched his lips tremble. The youngster was ready to bust.
Horatio gently put his right hand on Timmy's shoulder attempting to comfort him. "Take it easy Timmy. I know it's hard, son."
Timmy swallowed and nodded breathing unevenly. He sniffled and wiped at his eyes again doing his best not to cry. "I tried to help him Horatio. They just took him! Paco fought and kicked but they just lifted him up and took him. I really screwed up!"
"Take a breath," Horatio said quietly, calming Timmy. "Tell me exactly what happened from the beginning, son. Everything you can remember. I want all the details Timmy. Okay?"
Timmy stopped and inhaled deeply. "We were walking toward the beach. A black van screeched to a stop and the side door slid open. Two men got out in ski masks. One shot Aaron and the other shoved me down and held me. That's when the other guy grabbed Paco. He bit the guy hard because he back-slapped him and Paco didn't move after that. I tried to get up and the guy pointed the gun at me. He told me not to move and backed into the van then they drove off." Timmy growled and cried out, "I'm a fucking coward!"
Horatio shook his head. "You're no such thing. Do you understand me? The men had a gun Timmy. It would have been incredibly stupid to try and fight them. They could have killed you, Paco, and Officer Jessop. You did the right thing, son." Horatio's tone was soft and understanding.
Timmy was frantic with grief and yelled, "I let Paco down! I let you down… I let my mom down…" He threw his hands in the air and cried out, "I always let everyone down! I'm a fuck up. That's what I am. No wonder my father doesn't love me! I deserve to die!"
"Hey!" Horatio growled and leaned in more toward the irrational boy. He reached up with his right hand and firmly cupped the back of Timmy's neck. His steel blue eyes locked with frightened brown orbs. "You didn't let anyone down. You tried to help your friend and you helped Officer Jessop. You did the right thing, son. Are you hearing me?" Horatio said harshly making the boy flinch.
Afraid, Timmy immediately nodded with big brown eyes at Horatio. "Yeah. Yeah I hear you," he answered in fear, never seeing Horatio so angry with him before.
Horatio's tone softened as he realized he may have been a bit hard on the boy, "Good, because I need you to focus now Timmy, alright?" Horatio asked giving the boy a moment to gather himself.
"I'm okay," Timmy answered straightening on the bed letting out a deep long breath.
"How many men?" Horatio asked holding Timmy's swollen eyes and tear streaked face.
"Three," Timmy answered without hesitation.
"Two and the driver right?" Horatio confirmed what his mind's eye was visualizing.
"Yeah," Timmy said with wide eyes wondering how he knew that. "Yeah!"
"That's good Timmy. You're doing good son." Horatio paused then questioned again. "Did they all have masks on?"
"No," Timmy blinked in realization slowly recalling. "Not the driver. He had dark hair, short and…" Timmy closed his eyes recollecting the memory. "A ring! He had a ring at the side of his lip. I didn't see his face Horatio but I saw the ring."
Horatio nodded. "That's real good Timmy. It will help us a lot."
"I sure hope so," Timmy said looking over at Calleigh, then Frank. "And a tattoo!" Timmy snapped out, with the memory of it.
"Can you describe it for me," Horatio asked lowly.
Timmy closed his eyes in concentration. "I think it was a… skull?" He opened his eyes and saw Horatio nod.
"Gang member," Frank blurted.
"I think… I think I saw flowers?" Timmy said really unsure of himself with a smirk.
Horatio's eyes narrowed and his lips slightly curved upward. "You did Timmy. Anything else?" Horatio urged.
"Yeah, Timmy answered sure of himself this time. "A crown." He tilted his head, "A king's crown on top of the skull's head."
"A boss till death," Horatio said in understanding, visualizing the tattoo.
"Or king till death," Frank said with a nod at Timmy. "Could be Mala Noche, H."
"Hired guns from the Cruz brothers again," Horatio said aloud but something in his gut told him different. His intuition reminded him about Paco's monster.
"Call the lab and see if they got any DNA from the scene. If Paco bit one of them we may have some blood droplets." Horatio turned towards Timmy. "Did the CSI's swab you Timmy?"
"No."
"No?" Horatio answered in surprise then noticed his torn shirt. "You didn't change clothes, did you son?"
"No Horatio. Same clothes," Timmy answered with worry looking down at his torn shirt.
"I'll go get my kit," Calleigh said quickly heading out of the room.
"Alright, let's get you a change of clothes son," Horatio said slowly standing. A shooting pain tore through his ribs and caught him off guard. He gasped, lost his balance and groaned leaning on the chair for support.
Timmy quickly moved closer to help him. Frank moved in behind the redhead just in case. "You okay, Horatio?" Timmy asked lowly with worry, staring up at him.
Horatio let out a long breath and smiled at the caring boy. "Yeah. Fine son. Just a bit sore."
Frank snorted a laugh behind the redhead, "Sore my ass!"
Horatio turned towards Frank with a smirk. "He needs a change of clothes. Go make yourself useful."
Laughing low, Frank headed out of the room just when Calleigh walked back in. She moved right over to Timmy who sat back down on the bed with hesitancy. He looked at Horatio unsure.
"It's alright Timmy. Calleigh's just going to take your shirt and pants, then swab your hands for any fibers or DNA."
Timmy nodded but remained quiet feeling very uncomfortable.
"I promise not to bite," Calleigh said slipping on a pair of gloves with a smile at him. She helped him lift off his T-shirt then carefully put it in a bag. Frank returned with a change of clothes and Timmy was quick to put the oversized T-shirt on before removing his jeans."
Calleigh sat on the bed with Timmy and carefully swabbed his hands and fingernails. Frank was whispering something to Horatio who carefully cradled his ribs.
"He doesn't look so good Calleigh," Timmy whispered to the blonde, who turned and looked over her shoulder. Timmy was right. Horatio was paler than usual and his eyes were dark and heavy looking.
"He'll be okay Timmy. Thank you," she said with a wink at him knowing Timmy was correct.
"How's Aaron?" Timmy asked aloud.
Frank answered, "Joe checked him out at the hospital. He's fine Timmy." Frank continued, "Aaron said Timmy was brave to try and fight them off."
Timmy's shoulders sagged. "I don't feel brave. I feel like a coward who couldn't help his friends."
Horatio turned toward Timmy. His blue eyes once again intense. "You're no coward, son. You stood and fought. You understand me," he said with firmness.
Timmy swallowed hard and stared at Horatio with apprehension. "Yeah… Horatio."
"Good," his tone softened again. "Don't you let me hear you talk like that anymore. Okay?"
"I won't Horatio," Timmy answered and Calleigh gave him a grin and wink. It was the first time Timmy had smiled, even if it was short-lived.
Calleigh rose and gave Timmy a small hug. "I'm glad you're okay Timmy."
"Thanks Calleigh," he answered with urgency leaning in toward her, "You'll call me when you find Paco right?"
"Of course," Calleigh replied with an affectionate hand on Timmy's shoulder then Horatio added, "You'll be the first to know, son."
"Thanks Horatio. Thanks Calleigh," Timmy responded with another small smile taking a step towards them. He stopped and waited until Frank and Calleigh were both past the door.
"Horatio," he called with anxiousness.
The redhead stopped and turned taking notice of the boy's trembling lips and teary brown eyes. It was clear Timmy was about to bust.
Horatio understood. He exhaled softly and walked back towards Timmy, who very unexpectedly bear-hugged him, burying his head against Horatio's shoulder. His sob was low and muffled against the red heads shirt.
"It's okay son," Horatio whispered against his hair, wrapping the boy up in his strong arms. He soothed quietly doing his best to calm him. "You're very brave Timmy. I'm proud of you son. You hang in there okay?"
Timmy sniffled and drew back but kept his head hung low, looking down, ashamed. He nodded and spoke in a choppy tone, "Please- find- him- Horatio. Please bring- Paco back."
Horatio felt his own eyes well. His jaw set while he did his best to find control of his own emotions. He reached out and pulled the crying boy back against him again. "I promise you, I will Timmy. We have a better chance with the information you just provided for us."
"I hope- it helps," Timmy sobbed unevenly.
Horatio lifted his head with tender hands and held his sad brown eyes. "It does. More than you know son," he answered releasing him. "I want you to get some rest Timmy and if you think of anything else or remember anything more, call me immediately, okay?"
"Okay, Horatio," Timmy said still trying to talk in complete sentences. He collapsed back down on his bed exhausted, mentally and physically, wiping at his eyes and face. "I wish… you could stay with me right now… but I know you're going to look for Paco."
Horatio felt the boy's need and reassured, "How about when we find Paco, we all spend some quality time together son?"
Timmy exhaled heavily and nodded. "That sounds good. Real good, Horatio."
"All right then. Let me go find Paco so we can make those plans. I'll talk to you soon son," Horatio said and when Timmy nodded, he lifted a hand up waved then turned and headed out of the room.
Frank and Calleigh were both waiting outside. They headed down the stairs and out of the house.
"Where you off to?" Frank inquired.
"The lab," Calleigh said holding up her kit. "Follow the evidence."
Frank nodded. "I hope it can tell us something. I just can't understand why someone would take Paco."
"Neither can I," Calleigh agreed.
Horatio slipped on his sunglasses as a feeling of dread washed over him. "I can," he murmured getting in the Hummer. "Thank you Frank. You take it easy my friend," Horatio said with a nod.
Frank followed then exhaled quietly leaning one arm on the roof of the Hummer, "I want to know what you're planning and I want in when you make your move."
Horatio hummed low. "Go get some rest Frank. I'll keep you updated."
Frank nodded. "You going to talk to Clavo aren't you." It wasn't a question and Frank didn't wait for an answer. "Not without me and not alone, H."
Calleigh huffed, "What do I look like… chopped liver?"
Frank looked at the blonde. "Sorry. No disrespect Calleigh but…." The big Texan let his words trail off and gave Horatio a look.
Calleigh sassed, "I know what you're both thinking and the two of you need a reality check!"
Frank looked down and remained quiet. Horatio's lips curved up just the slightest and Frank moved away from the Hummer. "You had better call me," he insisted with a hand on Horatio's forearm.
"Will do Frank," Horatio answered putting his sunglasses back on. He waved as Calleigh started the engine and slowly pulled away.
III
Paco cried out as the belt connected with the bare skin of his back. A deep seated laugh filled the dark room.
"You little runt. You're never gonna interfere in my business again."
"Demonios!" Paco struggled against the ropes that held him tied to the metal post of the bed and the bare mattress he laid on. He pulled and tugged causing the ropes to cut into his wrists.
"Horatio… will find me!" Paco snapped out in a breathless gasp as the belt connected with his back again. He hissed and growled in his Spanish accent, "You will see! He will come!" He shouted as tears filled his eyes and he squeezed them shut tightly, swallowing the pain again and again.
The man's cold menacing tone gave Paco the chills, "That's exactly what I'm hoping for."
"Monstruo," Paco groaned in recognition knowing the man's voice. 'That cold callous voice!' He turned and looked over his shoulder at the disfigured man who smiled coldly then moved closer and closer.
"You make a trap for Horatio!" Paco growled. "Muy malo! Muy malo hombre!"
The dark skinned man laughed maniacally and with one rough hand, yanked on Paco's hair, pulling his head back hard. "You're too smart for your own good, kid. That's why you have to die."
Paco blinked with wide eyes and swallowed hard. And for the second time in his life, the young boy was truly frightened. He experienced real fear as the man moved in even closer.
"Get away! Demonios! Demonios!" Paco cried out squirming and kicking while strong brutal hands shoved his head, face down into the old dingy mattress. "Monster! Monster!" was the last muffled cry that left Paco's lips.
III
Calleigh headed into Trace and immediately started to process the evidence.
Horatio walked in on Eric and Ryan who were both engrossed in watching the hospital video surveillance. "Anything, gentleman?"
Then both jumped taken aback, not hearing him come in. They came to attention and stared at the redhead in disbelief.
"You okay?" Eric asked observing his wavering boss who looked like hell warmed over.
"I'm fine," Horatio answered and found a chair. He sat down and watched the monitor with them.
"So far we have two shots of a very suspicious male," Ryan said, cueing up the tape for Horatio.
"Show me," he said in a very businesslike tone.
Eric kept a close eye on Horatio and watched as he casually cradled his ribs and leaned back in the chair with a groan.
Horatio pointed suddenly. "There! Stop it and go back. I want to see this guy."
"We can't get a clear pic, H," Ryan explained shaking his head.
"Zoom in more," Horatio ordered, leaning forward, trying his best to get a description of this guy. "It's too dark and fuzzy," Horatio growled.
"We still have more to go through," Ryan informed.
"Find me a clear picture of this guy, Mr. Wolfe." Horatio said in a no nonsense tone and headed out of the lab.
He walked into trace and found Alexx with Calleigh.
"Anything Calleigh?"
"Not yet Horatio. Valera's running the DNA now, so we should have something shortly."
Alexx ran a tender hand across his back. "How you holding up honey?"
Horatio swayed his head and answered quietly. "Still standing Alexx."
"I can see that," she chuckled then grew serious. "You have to take it easy baby. Go slow. Promise me."
Horatio nodded looking down at his hands. "I'll do my best," he said quietly, feeling the storm rage inside him.
"I have to get back to post. I'll talk to you both later," she said and headed out of the lab.
Horatio let out a long breath and leaned back against the counter. He crossed his arms on his chest clearly bothered.
Calleigh was very aware and drew back from the microscope. She turned towards him and placed a tender hand on his forearm.
"Hey, you alright?"
Horatio exhaled heavily. "No. This should have never happened Calleigh. I've been thinking. I should have never allowed the boys near me." Another breath left his lips. "I put them both in danger. Damn it, I know better than this," he growled.
"Horatio. Stop!" She put her hand up to him in a stopping motion. "You have to stop blaming yourself. It's not helping the matter and it's not gonna bring Paco back—" She blinked with widening eyes hearing the words come out of her mouth, and it was already too late to take them back. She bit down on her bottom lip seeing his instant reaction.
Horatio's jaw set. He stared at her stunned. 'Calleigh thought Paco may be dead already.'
"That's not what I meant," she quickly rectified seeing the look in his tightening blue eyes. Then with a tender hand on his cheek she continued, "We're gonna get him back, alive and well, Horatio."
Horatio nodded with intense blue eyes unable to hold back any longer. His emotions were overpowering him. He rumbled, "I'm going to talk with the Cruz brothers."
Her hand dropped and she crossed her arms on her chest. Now it was Calleigh who stared in shock. "You and me… we're gonna talk to them right?"
"I mean me, Calleigh. I don't want you with me."
"I don't care what you want," she answered with tongue in cheek. She was clearly pissed off at him. "I'm going with you whether you like it or not."
Horatio shook his head back and forth. His tone dropped lower. "Please hear me out."
"No! Not this time. You're not gonna sweet talk your way out of this Horatio. We're a team! Or have you forgotten that?" She glared at him.
"Calleigh, listen to me. Please." He paused then continued, "I know we're a team. I didn't forget it sweetheart but… I need to talk to Clavo alone. If you're there with me…. you'll be a distraction. Someone he can use against me. I know you understand." Horatio held her gaze that softened with his words.
She sighed and shook her head speaking softly, "I do. But I'm still going with you Horatio. All right?"
Horatio nodded and gently pushed her hair back off her face. "Okay… but promise you won't shoot them before I get the information I need."
Calleigh chuckled and leaned in to give him a understanding hug. "That's gonna be a hard promise to keep handsome."
"I understand beautiful." A quiet moment passed as they held each other in comfort and Horatio admitted, "I'm worried about Paco sweetheart," he barely whispered against her hair.
She quietly answered, "I know. Me too." She drew back and saw the heartfelt concern in his compassionate blue eyes. "We're gonna find him Horatio. You have to believe that."
"I do…" he said with a nod.
"You gonna call Frank?"
"No. I want him to rest and keep an eye on Timmy as well. I was thinking Eric."
"Okay," she nodded. I'll meet you out front in five minutes."
"All right," Horatio answered releasing her. She went right into clean up mode and he turned to leave but stopped. "Thank you for understanding Calleigh," he said softly, looking back at her.
She gave him a megawatt smile. "Anytime handsome."
III
Calleigh drove the Hummer into the correctional facility and felt her tension rising. Just the thought of Horatio going back inside those prison walls was enough to kill her but to know he was going to talk to Clavo and Ramón. Well she was beginning to lose it… quickly!"
She exhaled and Horatio turned towards her.
"It's gonna be fine. "I'm only going to talk to them Calleigh."
She smirked and one brow cleverly rose at him. "That's going to last for about five seconds. You're wound tighter than a rubber band at full stretch Horatio."
"Eric chimed in from the back seat. "That's what I'm here for."
Calleigh turned and looked over her shoulder then laughed, "You two are gonna rip them apart. I know it already. I can't believe I'm letting you both do this."
Horatio put his hand on top of hers and squeezed lightly. "We'll be fine sweetheart."
Calleigh shook her head and turned the engine off. "We're about to find out," she said getting out of the Hummer.
They all checked their weapons in at the desk… then were escorted into a room to wait. It had a two way mirror and they watched as Clavo and Ramón were brought into the small interrogation room and cuffed to the restraints on the metal table in front of them.
'At least they were restrained,' Calleigh thought as the prison guard knocked then entered. Horatio and Eric followed him as Calleigh's heart kicked into high gear. She turned and faced the window watching as Horatio walked in first followed by Eric.
Clavo's reaction was immediate. He rose and began pulling on his chains, cursing and yelling like a wild man. Ramóon stood seated with a stupid smirk on his face. His eyes fixed on Horatio.
Calleigh inhaled deeply. "Go slow handsome."
Eric gave Horatio space and stood behind the redhead to the side. Horatio watched Clavo exhaust himself.
"Stop yelling," Ramón shouted at Clavo. "You're giving me a headache. Calm down!"
Clavo glared at Ramón but sat and stared at Horatio with hatred. ""We're not done with you, red."
Horatio nodded with a cold smile. "That's a newsflash, Clavo."
Ramon grinned. "You're a lot stronger than you look Lieutenant. I thought you were a dead man for sure but I was obviously wrong."
"Yes you were. And obviously you're both a lot dumber than I thought."
"Puta!" Clavo spat with rage.
"You need to expand your vocabulary Clavo." Horatio stated calmly, acting unconcerned. "Is that the only word you know."
Eric chuckled low watching Horatio work his interrogation magic on the brothers. He was slowly chipping away at their patience, causing them to lose control.
"You both know why we're here." Horatio said looking at Clavo then Ramón who grinned with satisfaction.
Horatio's jaw set. He growled, "Where is he?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Lieutenant," Ramón stated with a big gratifying smile on his face.
Clavo laughed looking from Horatio to Ramón. "He. Who?"
Horatio exhaled as he clenched his teeth together. They were playing with him. He moved closer toward the table and with hands on hips asked again.
"I'm going to ask you both one more time. Then… I'm done asking," he explained in a low dangerous tone. "And trust me gentleman, you're going to tell me what I want to know one way or another. So I suggest you take the easy road."
Clavo snapped harshly, "Go fuck yourself!"
Horatio laughed low looking down. He headed for Clavo while still chuckling. "I was so hoping you'd say something, like that," he growled as he fisted Clavo's jump suit collar and slammed his head down against the metal table again and again. Ramón stared in shock while Eric kept an eye on the door for the prison guards.
Calleigh was behind the two way window. Her hand was covering her mouth while she watched in horror as Horatio lost it. He shoved and pulled Clavo around like a rag doll.
"All right! All right!" Ramón yelled.
Horatio released Clavo. The redhead leaned over near Clavo's ear and spoke quietly with menace, "Knock any sense in yet."
Horatio stood upright and gave Ramón a death glare. Both hands settled on his hips. "You're next… and let me assure you both, I'm just getting started."
"Calm down Lieutenant," Ramón said holding his steely gaze. "No one needs to get hurt."
Horatio couldn't help but laugh again. He shook his head and headed back around the front of the table toward Ramón. Clavo was still moaning dazed from his head being slammed against the table a number of times.
Horatio rumbled, "Talk Ramón. I won't ask again." The red head moved behind him.
"Guard!" Ramón yelled in fear when Horatio quickly grabbed onto the back of his jumpsuit pulling him back forcefully. The metal cuffs bit into his wrists as Horatio yanked him back further away from the unmovable table.
"Fuck!" Ramón groaned in pain and tried to pull away from Horatio, who had a vise-like grip on the back of his collar.
The guard came walking down and Eric quickly walked over and whispered something through the bars to him. The guard nodded and walked away.
"This is fucking harassment and abuse," Ramon shouting feeling the cuffs cut into his wrists.
Horatio leaned down, "Let me assure you… If you don't start talking, you're going to experience something far worse than abuse. Did you really think the guards would help you both. You killed one of their own. I have to admit, I'm a little surprised you're both still alive." Horatio fisted Ramón's hair and pulled hard making the man cry out in pain. "Hurts, don't it?"
Horatio released Ramón and looked at Eric. "Eric, I'm gonna need some time alone to… persuade them."
"Oh my God," Calleigh gasped behind the window but caught the wink Horatio gave to Eric who nodded.
"Okay H," Eric said heading for the door.
"Wait! You can't leave us alone with him," Ramón shouted as a groggy Clavo lifted his head that was bleeding. "He's crazy!"
Eric laughed, "Yeah. I know. He's my boss. If I were you, I'd do as he says."
"All right, we'll talk," Ramón said, as Clavo sluggishly rejected.
"Shut up… Ramón!"
Horatio smiled coldly. "Clavo, I think it's in your best interest to.. stay down."
"Fuck you Caine! And fuck the boy!" Clavo blurted out harshly.
There it was. Horatio's eyes tightened on Clavo Cruz. The redhead got what he came for. 'It was them.' Horatio's jaw set as blood red filled his vision and he hastily headed for Clavo.
'Oh God! He's gonna kill them!' Calleigh thought from behind the glass window, just as Eric took a step to stop Horatio but refrained with the death glare from his boss.
"Talk. Now!" Horatio ordered and grabbed onto Clavo's jumpsuit. He pulled hard, dragging Clavo up out of the chair while the cuffs dug into his skin. "How's that feel Clavo?"
Clavo sneered, "I'm not saying a word Caine. Go fuck yourself."
"After you," Horatio answered calmly. He let Clavo sit again then placed the palm of his hand at the back of his bald head and viciously smashed Clavo's head against the metal table. This time Clavo didn't move. Horatio slowly turned his attention toward Ramón, "He's gonna have a hell of a headache when he comes around. You want to join him?"
Ramon spat, "I told you I'd talk! So calm down man!"
Horatio clenched his teeth together. He kept his rage at bay, holding himself back from breaking the man's neck. "Talk!" He snapped. "Where's the boy?"
"I don't know," Ramón answered and Horatio was on him in a flash. He fisted Ramón's jumpsuit from the front and pulled him up out of the chair.
"Wait! Wait…! Let me explain!" Ramón yelled as Horatio manhandled him.
"I'm listening," Horatio said through gritted teeth. "Who'd you hire?"
"Mala Noche," Ramon immediately answered.
"I want a name!"
"Diego… Diego Fuentes!"
"Where? Where do I find him. Where they take the boy?"
"I… don't know. I only know they we're gonna bring him to one of their hangouts."
"Who else is involved in this Ramón?" Horatio thundered, "And don't lie to me!"
"We hired Diego. That's it. He probably got some guys to help him from the gang. You know how it works!"
Horatio released Ramón, who rubbed at his wrists and hands. "I find out you're lying and they hurt this kid…" Horatio growled, "You won't find a safe corner on this earth, Ramón."
Horatio inhaled put on his sunglasses and headed out.
Calleigh quickly followed and nudged Eric who was a few steps behind Horatio.
"You were supposed to keep him under control," she whispered.
"Calleigh, I don't think anyone is going to keep him under control until we find Paco."
The warm Miami air hit Horatio and he exhaled feeling the rush of adrenaline subside. The pain hit him then the nausea. He gritted his teeth willing it away. "Hang in there Paco. We're gonna find you son," he whispered, praying to the powers above for their help.
Calleigh gently put one hand on Horatio's shoulder trying to comfort him. Her tone was tender and filled with compassion. "Are you okay?"
Horatio blew out a heavy breath shaking his head back and forth in dismay. "If these two bastards hurt this boy Calleigh…"
"I know," she quietly finished; sliding her hand affectionately along his arm then took his hand in hers and squeezed it. "You just got Clavo and Ramon to spill their guts, Horatio. You got us that lead. Why don't we focus on that and head back to the lab and find this Diego."
"Alright." Horatio let out a soft breath and nodded. He looked up to see Eric standing near the Hummer, talking on his phone.
They both headed for the Hummer when Eric gave a nod at Calleigh. "Hang on Ryan," he said looking from Horatio to Calleigh. "We may have something," Eric explained with a long pause hesitant to continue.
Calleigh easily caught on but so did the red head.
Horatio's brows rose high at the CSI and from the look Eric gave Calleigh, it wasn't good news. The red head was well aware Eric was keeping something from him.
Calleigh gnawed on her lip and looked from Horatio to Eric then nodded.
Horatio's jaw set and he let out a frustrated breath. His hands brushed back his jacket then rested on his hips. He gave Eric a lethal stare and his tone said the rest. "Eric," was all he had to say.
Eric nodded. "Um… someone just delivered a disk to the lab. It was made out to you H but the delivery guy said if you weren't there, he was told to deliver it to anyone on your team."
"Okay," Horatio answered waiting for the punch line. "And…?"
Eric let out a very uncomfortable breath. "Ryan opened it. It's a DVD and… Paco's on it, H."
Horatio's eyes tightened. His jaw set and he immediately moved and opened the door to the Hummer. "Tell me the rest on the way," he responded getting in, already knowing what would be on that disk.
He looked over as Calleigh climbed into the driver's seat. "Safety is priority one but get us there as fast as you can."
"Got it," Calleigh nodded and immediately flipped on the siren and lights.
Eric disconnected the call with Ryan letting him know they were on their way back to the lab.
"Eric," Horatio called softly. "Is he… is Paco alive?"
Eric was quick to answer. "Yeah H, but… Ryan said it's not good. The kids hurt pretty bad."
Horatio exhaled heavily feeling a helplessness come over him. Guilt ate at him. 'This is my fault.' He pinched the bridge of his nose in dread.
Calleigh could see as well as feel his guilt and pain. In a sign of affection she slid her hand on top of his. "We'll find him Horatio."
Horatio nodded and lightly squeezed her hand in thanks. He already knew they would find him. It wasn't that which worried Horatio. It was the thought, 'would little Paco still be alive when they finally did.'
Calleigh's cell rang pulling him from his dreadful thoughts. She tugged it from her hip, looked at the caller ID then opened it. "Frank?" she answered with question seeing his name.
A low voice answered, "No, it's me, Timmy. Did you find Paco yet?" He paused, "Um, a few hours passed and I just wanted to call and see if you found him yet."
Calleigh bit down on her lip in sadness.
Horatio frowned looking at her. He knew something was wrong.
"No Timmy, not yet," she softly answered when Horatio lifted his hand and nodded at her. "Hang on a sec," she said handing Horatio the phone.
"Timmy. It's Horatio."
"Hey Horatio. I didn't want to bother you guys but I just had to know if you found Paco yet."
"Were working on it son. I promise you'll be the first I call Timmy."
"I was thinking Horatio. You know this is my fault and all… and I want to help. I can look for him too."
Horatio's brows arched high. His tone rose slightly. "No Timmy. I appreciate the offer son but let us handle this okay. I don't want you in danger too."
Timmy didn't hear a word Horatio was saying. He continued, "But I know I can help. I know some of the Mala Noches… I have a few friends—"
"No Timmy. I mean it! The Mala Noche's are not your friends. You have to trust me on this son, please." Horatio's tone changed again and this time concern filled his voice.
Calleigh and Eric both listened intently. It was easy to figure out what Timmy was saying on the other end.
"But Horatio, you said it yourself. I have a great memory and can remember things. I can help! I need to help Horatio." The boys voice cracked. Timmy was filled with guilt and raw emotion and he wasn't thinking rationally. His tone dropped low and Horatio knew he was crying. "You don't have to worry about me. I'll be alright Horatio. I'll call you if I find anything out. Bye."
Horatio's eyes widened. His tone rose. "Timmy! Wait Timmy! Timmy?" His jaw shifted then set. He looked down at the cell phone in shock then shook his head and quickly began dialing a number.
"What happened?" Calleigh asked pulling into the parking lot.
Horatio rumbled feeling his mind reel, "He's going to try and find Paco himself… and he's thinks the Mala Noche's are his friends!"
Calleigh exhaled, "Oh my god."
Eric chimed in, "I can go to Frank's and try to head him off H."
"Hang on," Horatio said raising one hand up, hoping Frank would pick up the call. A man's voice answered.
"Frank?" Horatio questioned.
"Horatio?"
"Yeah. Listen to me Frank. You need to stop Timmy from leaving your house. Right now Frank. Right now!"
Frank blinked taken aback. "I think he's up in the guestroom H. I'll go check on him. What's going on?"
"He just called Frank, and this kids intentions are clear. He wants to go and look for Paco by himself. He thinks the Mala Noches are his friends!"
"He thinks what!" Frank barked into the phone. He headed up the stairs and knocked on the door.
"Timmy?" Frank called again and again. He turned the knob and opened the door. "Timmy you in there bucko?" Frank said looking around the bedroom. He walked towards the bathroom and checked to find it empty but his intelligent eyes noticed the dirty sneaker print on top of the toilet tank and the wide open window.
Frank wiped his lip and sighed, watching the curtain blow in the breeze. With a groan, he leaned over and looked out the second floor window. "Shit," he exhaled into the phone. "It looks like he went out the window H. I can't believe he would do this."
Horatio nodded. "He thinks he's responsible for Paco's kidnapping. He's just trying to make things right."
"I get it H," Frank said shaking his head side to side. "I'll head out and see if I can find him."
Horatio shook his head. "No Frank. Eric's gonna look for him. You take it easy and stay put my friend just in case he comes back." Horatio paused and got out of the Hummer. They all headed for the lab.
Horatio continued talking with Frank. "I know Timmy well. He'll have his phone. I'll do a GPS trace and have Eric pick him up before he gets himself into trouble." He let out a heavy breath, "One kid in the wind is enough right now… we don't need two."
"Good idea," Frank answered. "And who knows if his father is stalking around somewhere." Frank wiped his forehead in concern. "Can this get any worse," the Texan grumbled.
Horatio ran a hand over his forehead thinking the same thing with the phone still to his ear. They all headed into the building and directly into the AV lab. Calleigh gasped, Eric stopped stunned and Horatio stared in shock at the image of little Paco, who was crying out on the computer screen.
"It just did Frank," Horatio lowly breathed and closed the phone. He handed it back to Calleigh, whose eyes quickly welled for the young boy who was clearly being tortured.
"From the beginning Mr. Wolfe," Horatio lowly ordered as his jaw muscles repeatedly flexed in anger.
TBC…
Our Paco is in trouble… Bad trouble, and don't forget about our Timmy.
Horatio, Calleigh, Frank and the team all have their hands full.