He couldn't find a pulse. She was cold in his arms. He was too late, she was already dead. He held her close, hoping, praying that she would open her eyes and smile and tell him she was fine. He kissed her, as if she was Sleeping Beauty and he was her prince and his kiss would wake her up. His tears fell on her cheeks; pale, smooth as marble. Her lips had a blue tinge to them, the only color there was. He brushed her hair away from her face, whispering that everything was going to be okay, that the ambulance was on its way and she didn't have to worry about anything.

Horatio woke up with a start, disoriented at first. Then he realized where he was and let himself relax. Just to be sure, he checked Calleigh's pulse anyway. She was warm, her heart rate steady, and Horatio hunched forward, his head hanging down. The dream had been so real.

He couldn't believe he'd fallen asleep. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Adele's number.

"It's me," he said when she answered. "How's it going? Where are you?"

"Horatio, you're not on this case." She sounded tired.

"Come on, Adele."

She sighed. "I've called the FBI to help with Ray's kidnapping. So far, we've checked Dos Santos' old addresses but came up with nothing. We're questioning a couple of his known acquaintances right now."

"You'll let me know—"

"As soon as we find anything."

Horatio reluctantly admitted that there really was nothing for him to do. He thought about calling Yelina, but realized there was nothing he could say to help.

* * *

Speed waited patiently for the computer to print out the test results. He'd found traces of gasoline on the hilt of the sword. "Delko, take a look at this."

"It's reformulated gas," Delko said. "Better for the ozone."

"Yeah, but why would it be on a sword?"

Delko nibbled his bottom lip as he reread the results. "You know, most cars down here don't use reformulated gas. But a lot of boats do."

"Does Dos Santos have a boat?"

"Shouldn't be hard to check." The men moved to the computer and Delko typed in a few search words. "The only Dos Santos who owns a boat is a Ricardo Dos Santos."

"Carlo's brother, maybe?"

Delko shrugged. "Says here the boat's called Scimitar. Isn't that a sword?"

"Yeah." Speed picked up the phone. "Adele, hi. We found something."

* * *

Just before sunrise, three cars pulled up at the marina. Adele, Yelina and Hagen were in the first one. FBI agents were in the other two.

"Maybe you should wait at the car," Adele said to Yelina. "We don't know what we'll find."

"I'll wait with you," the female agent offered. Yelina sighed and nodded.

The Scimitar was moored at the far end of the dock. Everyone had their weapons ready. On Adele's signal, they boarded the boat. There was no sign of life on board. Two of the agents went below deck.

"We found him!"

Adele hurried down the steps. The agent had freed Ray from his restraints and the boy ran straight to Adele.

"You okay?" she asked.

He nodded. "He said he was going to feed me to the fish." His breath hitched in his throat.

"Do you know where he went?"

"No. Where's my mom?"

Adele led him outside. He spotted his mother before she saw him and broke into a run. "Mom!"

Yelina turned and held out her arms. She clutched her son to her chest, sobbing tears of relief. Adele noticed a man watching from the car park. She nudged Hagen and tilted her head in Dos Santos' direction. Hagen nodded to the agents and they started running.

Dos Santos turned and ran. The lead agent quickly gained ground and tackled him. Both men fell to the ground. The other agents caught up and handcuffed Dos Santos then pulled him to his feet.

He was smirking as they brought him back to the police car. "I still won," he said to Adele.

She pulled out her cell phone. "Horatio, how's Calleigh? . . . The doctors are positive? That's wonderful news . . . Yeah, we got Dos Santos. Ray's fine, too." She smiled at Dos Santos.

Dos Santos' face fell. Hagen was none too gentle as he pushed him into the back of the car.

* * *

Horatio took Calleigh's hand. "We got him," he said softly. He had wanted to be there when they apprehended him, but he understood why Adele had waited until afterwards to let him know.

"It's over, Cal. Now you just have to get better." She had made it through the night, a very good sign. Dr. Ruben had been by earlier. He'd told Horatio she was a fighter, but Horatio had already known that.

"Oh, God," someone said from the door. Horatio looked up and wondered who the stranger was. "Oh, Lambchop. What happened to you?"

Horatio could smell the alcohol from where he sat. He stood and approached Calleigh's father. "Mr. Duquesne? I'm Horatio Caine—"

"She's mentioned you. What happened?"

"Let me buy you a cup of coffee." He gently gripped the other man's arm and steered him out of the room. He had the feeling that it would take more than one cup of coffee for Kenwall Duquesne to be sober enough to understand what had happened.

* * *

Horatio took a deep breath before entering the interrogation room. Dos Santos looked up from the table and smiled.

"Lieutenant Caine. How nice to see you again."

Horatio took his time, gathering his thoughts. He wanted to punch the grin from Dos Santos's face. The moment passed and he took a seat opposite him.

"How did it feel to lose everything?" Dos Santos asked.

Horatio met his gaze. "I haven't lost anything. You're the one who's going back to prison."

Dos Santos leaned forward. "She's a spitfire, your Calleigh. I wouldn't have minded . . . you know." He laughed. "But I like my women conscious. I couldn't resist taking a peek though. Cute tattoo, don't you think?"

Before Horatio knew what he was doing, he reached across and grabbed Dos Santos' throat. "You are so lucky she's still alive—"

Adele rushed into the room. "Horatio!"

He released Dos Santos and angrily stood up. Dos Santos laughed again. "What's the matter? Did I hit a nerve?"

Horatio closed his eyes and forced himself to remain calm. When he was sure he could look at Dos Santos without feeling the urge to kill him, he opened his eyes again.

"Get him out of here," he said to Adele, then walked out, not looking back. He refused to give Dos Santos the pleasure of seeing how shaken he was.

He walked out to his car. The sun was high in the sky. Horatio raised his face to the sky and smiled. Dos Santos was in custody, Ray was safe and Calleigh was alive; it was a beautiful day.