A/N Right, my history teacher is going to hate me right know because I had homework on the Liberal Reforms (which is deadly boring) due in tomorrow, but I also had to write this because I couldn't leave you guys hanging, so because this is about a million times more interesting, it took top priority, so my homework is currently still being worked on S: Oops. But oh well, Miss Gale, this is a note of apology, if you ever read this (which I half hope you don't because that would be a little embarrassing) I am sorry but maybe if you do you can see why this was just so much more fun.

Ok history rant over, neverbeenkissed you may not like this so much because we have a piece of the action, but soon it will return to the main focus of the story.
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Chapter 36

I had to admit my plan was quite ridiculous, I mean wigs to try and fool one of the smartest gangs in Miami, it was awful. But it was all I could think of and nobody else had any idea what to do, so we were going to have to take what we could get.

The people at the cash desk gave us all some strange looks at our purchases, I had to admit I would too if I saw a 6ft Cuban buying a woman's wig. The wig wasn't actually for him, it was for me, I suggested we swap and buy each other's just in case we were being watched. In any other circumstance I would've laughed, but humour was completely wiped out of my brain at the moment, I had to focus, I had to get Horatio out alive, he was like the Dad I'd never had.

We all piled back into the Hummer, we each hid our purchases under the seats so Horatio wouldn't see because he couldn't suspect a thing, else my plan would be ruined. I caught a glimpse of what Eric had bought me, a black, cropped wig, and some form of black clothing. A little part of my mind couldn't help but wonder why he'd chosen that specifically. A little part of my mind that I quickly reigned in because I couldn't afford to be thinking about Eric, me, and clothes because it wouldn't take long for my imagination to run wild, sometimes having a good imagination has it's draw backs.

Taking a deep breath to clear my mind of the images now clouding it, I turned around from the driver's seat to face the rest of the team.

"Right, you are not to touch what you've bought again until I say so. We can't let them have a chance to see them."

"Alright, when are we going to put them on then?"

"Quickly as soon as we're out of sight from the house."

"How long have we got?"

"Half hour till we pick up Horatio, hour and a half till we drop him off."

"Is it that late already?"

"Yes Ryan, it's that late. Hour and a half till H might get killed!" Eric snapped

"Eric, he didn't mean it like that." I said putting my hand on his arm.

"Yeah, I know. Sorry Mate."

"S'alright."

It was tense in the car, almost unbearably so. We we're all snapping at each other over the tiniest things, it was awful. As soon as the clock ticked half ten I started the ignition, thankful to have something to distract me. We drove silently to Horatio's house. He was still in the same clothes as earlier, a black suit jacket and pants, and a blue shirt, typical Horatio. Sunglasses still in hand despite the late hour. We may have teased him for it, but the thought of never hearing a one liner followed by the glasses again, was horrible. It was just the way things were, without it, it was just wrong.

"Horatio are you wearing Kevlar?" I asked

"Yes, because I knew you'd ask me that question." He chuckled a humorous less laugh

"Good."

I responded simply but really I was grateful, it would make our plan slightly easier if bullets wouldn't kill him instantly. We were all wearing a Kevlar vest, it was our only real line of defence before SWAT would arrive. This had the possibility to be the most stupid thing I'd ever done. I could get us all killed, I could get Eric killed, but I wouldn't let that happen, I won't let them touch him. As we got nearer and nearer to twelve my plan seemed to become more and more stupid, but there was no turning back now, I couldn't let them kill Horatio, and chances are they'd kill us anyway.

"Horatio, you don't have to go in there, we can find another way." I said as we reached the road

"We've been through this before, I have to."

We all huffed a little, although he had no idea we were going to charge in there anyway, it would still be easier for him not to go in. The drive down the road was painfully slow, I'd planned it so we drove in from the far end, then when we dropped Horatio off it was a shorter distance to the end of the road, and less time until we were out of sight.

As we reached the address my entire body tensed up, to most people it looked like a normal vacant house, but there were people watching and people waiting, and none of them looked like they'd give in without a fight. Horatio got out the Hummer and walked to the house with nothing more than a goodbye and a good luck from us. As we drove off, I started to plan strategically, everything revolved around timing. We had to be in there quick enough to save Horatio, but take long enough to have SWAT be here when we needed them.

I cut the engine as soon as we'd turned the corner. Without saying a word we passed clothes and wigs to each other, hid our guns, and we're ready to go. We didn't blush at the fact we were seeing each other virtually naked, we didn't have time for it. The disguises had turned out a little better than I'd expected, they weren't ridiculous, but enough to make us look different. The only downside, this was not going to be elegant, I was still wearing heels and Natalia and I had been dressed in cocktail dresses, neither of which were exactly gun showdown attire. I wasn't going to moan though.

I radioed SWAT as soon as we were all ready, I asked for an ETA, they said 5 minutes which was good because that gave us time, but not too much. As we got out of the car I felt like Lara Croft, cocktail dress, high heels, a gun holster around with my 35. around my thigh, and my 9 mil in my purse. I checked my watch and we now had 4 minutes and 30 seconds until SWAT arrived, they were very precise.

"Ryan, Natalia, there are two guys round the front, ones on the east the other on the west, I want you to take those, once they see you they will shot, so I want to hesitation, we can't afford it here. Eric and I will go round the back, once they here shots inside, expect more to come, Eric and I will enter at the back and do our best to get Horatio, once it's safe out front make your way in, but be on the lookout, these people are sly. Understand?"

It wasn't really a question, because if they didn't they were stuffed. We approached the house and had, 3 minutes , and 45 seconds until SWAT arrives. I gave a nod to Ryan and Natalia, and we began our mission.

Natalia and Ryan headed to the front of the house, as soon as they were noticed like I predicted, there was shots. I took this distraction to head around to the back of the house. These people were quick, there was already someone out back staking out the yard. I pulled the gun out my purse and in one clean shot, took him to the ground. Surprisingly no one else came looking, so Eric and I edged toward the house. 2 minutes until SWAT arrived, we were cutting it close. I had no idea if Ryan and Natalia were ok, but when a shot rang off from the front of the house, I hoped it came from one of their guns.

I caught a quick glimpse through the window, and saw Horatio tied to a chair, at least he wasn't dead. Yet, if we didn't hurry up he would be soon. We crept in through the back door, to find 3 people stood just in the entrance, I shot one before they noticed us, and then as the other two came for us I shot one, and Eric the other. We were lucky so far, we hadn't been outnumbered. I heard sirens in the distance, SWAT were on their way. There was a more pressing matter at hand, we'd only met 4 people on our way in, and by the number of shots I'd hears, Ryan and Natalia had me a maximum of 5. I knew how these meetings worked, including guards there would be a minimum of 20 people here. There was going to be at least another 11 people here, armed and we had no idea where they were.

As we rounded the corner to the kitchen, I saw two of the missing 11. One had a gun pointed at Horatio's head, the other was guarding the other door. If I could just get behind the island in the kitchen, I would be hidden, and close enough to take out the one with the gun to Horatio's head. The only problem was I had to get there without anyone seeing. Natalia or Ryan proved to be very helpful by causing a bit of commotion in the room next door, for a split second the men's attention was diverted and I dived across the floor. It wasn't elegant like the movies, it hurt my knees, twisted my dress, and I'm pretty sure I flashed my panties to the world.

Eric saw me dive, but wisely didn't try to join me. I pointed at him to take the guy in the door on my count. I reached a good vantage point, and held up my fingers. 3,2,1. Shot. We had good timing, because the shots sounded almost as one. It took out the immediate threat, but within seconds I could hear more coming. I could hear SWAT too, they'd turned off the sires, but I knew they were here. And boy was I thankful.

I head the almost silent footfalls coming from outside, but SWAT seemed to really piss these people off. Almost in cannon, SWAT swarmed the house, and the gang swarmed us. Ryan and Natalia had made it into the room, but so had another 10 men, with guns. We all fired, Ryan, Natalia, Eric, SWAT and I all aimed at them, but they were intent on aiming at us. Bullets flew everywhere. One narrowly missed my head, ricocheted off the counter top, before putting a hole in the cupboard inches from my leg. Someone hit the arm of a guy heading my way, he dropped the gun, but carried on towards me, he was injured, but strong. He managed to knock the gun out my hand. It soon turned into a fist fight, and I didn't have time to draw out my other weapon. Most of my attention was focused on the man trying to beat me to death, but a little part of my brain noticed that the rest of the men were dropping like flies.

I managed to pull out my 35. holstered around my leg, only to have it pulled from my grasp in a few punches. I managed to hit his stomach, but he was a bit guy and barely faltered. Wearing these shoes did have the small bonus that they were sharp, so with one large kick to the shin, I made him stumble. I took the opening and threw a punch to his side, he winced again, but managed to bring the gun up. He bought the butt of the gun hurtling toward my head, I dodged, and a shot from the other side of the room put his aim off kilter, but it still connected.

With on large thump to the side of my head, it all went black...

A/N ok so just one last thing before I go, I know I've said it before, but I recommend the story 'taken and returned home' by miamitrick, who is a faithful reviewer of mine, and I think the story should be read.

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