1Tim listened intently and then replayed the tape again.
"Here something you like?" John asked.
"More like what I don't hear. They're not by the city but they're by the water." Tim replied. "You said you had something."
"I do."
"Hey guys." Calleigh said as she walked in. She stood behind Tim, resting her hands on his shoulders.
"Hey Cal." John smiled. "Alright now I can begin. I called the phone company after the call was made. Jackson was wrong. Marques is using a cell phone. Don't know how stupid you can get."
"Pretty stupid, believe me." Tim snorted. "So what?"
"I asked for the records on who owns the cell phone and I finally got an address off him."
"If its his apartment I checked there when Rachel was abducted. He doesn't stay there."
"Timothy, let me finish." John smirked.
"Call me Timothy again you won't have a mouth to finish speaking with."
"Relax." Calleigh smirked, squeezing his shoulders. "Go on John."
"The phone is brand new. Got registered to a Brian Williams two days ago and he resides in Coral Gables."
S/C
"You kidnap a ten-year-old and you're hiding in Coral Gables?" Tim questioned, stopping at a red light. "Why not a rundown building or something?"
"Marques could've stolen the phone from Williams. We don't know what we're going to find." Calleigh reminded.
"...further news today, on Monday a ten-year-old boy was abducted from his school. The child, Nicholas Speedle, son of Detectives Tim and Calleigh Speedle of the Miami-Dade Crime Lab, was taken at approximately 11 in the morning when his kidnapper, staged as his uncle, came to take him out of school. As of today no suspects are in custody nor has the investigation gotten anywhere." Tim changed the radio station.
"...Detective Speedle has refrained from comment and his wife, ballistics expert Calleigh Duquesne has not been seen leaving their residence. A reliable source says Duquesne has gone into a state of shock as this is the second time her son has been kidnapped."
Calleigh changed the radio station this time.
"Didn't know I lived in a Hummer." she muttered. Tim snickered as he turned down a street. "And I don't know what reliable source says I've gone into shock. Any mother who's in a right state of mind would be worried about her son."
"...suspected of the kidnapping is Daniel Marques. Evidence states that Marques is the man who abducted and brutally murdered Rachel Delko, wife of Detective Eric Delko and sister of Detective Tim Speedle. Marques is the brother of Anthony Marques, who three years ago, broke into the Speedles' house and kidnapped their son Nicholas, then held Detective Speedle hostage and nearly kil"
John leaned forward from the back seat and shut the radio off all together.
"You guys don't need to listen to this shit." he said. "Who cares what the media says. Ever hear of propaganda?"
"I don't listen to anything they say. But they do have their story right on the last station." Tim replied. "But getting shot with a gun isn't very brutal."
"Any kind of murder is brutal." Calleigh muttered, staring out the window. She wished she wasn't on her way to interrogate some guy. She wished she was home, sitting on her patio, watching Tim have a good time with their children in their pool. Then Tim would come out and bug Calleigh until she told him she was going inside. He'd grab her by the waist and toss her in along with Nicky and Katie. She wanted to be able to go home and know that Nicky would come running into the hallway, throwing his arms around her waist, babbling about what he did in school that day. A tear slipped down Calleigh's cheek and Tim squeezed her hand gently.
"We're here."
Calleigh got out of the car and followed John and Tim up the walkway of a big house. John rang the doorbell and the three waited on the porch. Finally the door opened to reveal a man in his late thirties. It was Marques and it took everything Tim had not to kill him right then and there.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Brian Williams?" John asked. He nodded. Calleigh held Tim's hand tightly, hoping to hold him back some how but she knew that wouldn't happen. "Detective John Hagen, Miami-Dade Police. This is Tim and Calleigh Speedle with the Crime Lab."
"What can I do for you Detectives?" Marques asked. Tim couldn't help himself anymore.
"You're under arrest."
"For what exactly?"
"Look Marques, you can fool everyone else but you're not fooling me." Tim said.
"I'm afraid you have me mistaken for someone else." he said.
"No we don't." John said, shaking his head. "You're under arrest for the kidnapping and murder of Rachel Delko, the kidnapping of Matthew Speedle but I think Vegas cops will want something to say about that, and the kidnapping of Nicholas Speedle. You get around quickly."
Marques smirked and grabbed Calleigh, twisting her arm behind her back. She let out a cry and Tim jumped forward but Marques reached his free hand into his pocket and pulled out a 9mm and pressed the muzzle against Calleigh's temple.
"Let her go." Tim started, his hand going for his own gun. "You're already in deep shit, killing a detective is going to get you the chair immediately."
"I don't care. At least I'll have the pleasure of putting you through Hell." Marques said. "Now leave. That's what you planned on doing anyway. Its very noble, putting your family before you. Going to save Nicky and then run. But you're really being a coward Speedle. In reality you're running from your own demons. You think you're putting Calleigh and your kids before you but you're not. So turn around and leave like you wanted. I'll even dispose of her for you."
"Get the hell away from her now." Tim raised his gun, but didn't release the safety on it. He knew he could shoot Marques but he was holding Calleigh in front of him and Tim wouldn't take the chance of hitting her. "NOW!"
John had snuck away, calling for back up on his walkie-talkie. Marques just laughed.
"Well my brother was right about two things. Speedle's stupid and you, Calleigh, well you were just like he said."
"Oh really?" she asked.
"Yeah."
Calleigh nodded, winked at Tim, and brought her foot down onto Marques' own foot hard, making him yelp and release her. Tim grabbed Calleigh and put her behind him, now having a clear aim of Marques.
"Bitch."
"Yes I know." Calleigh smiled.
"That was very brave. I could've shot you."
"Yes but you couldn't. You never took the safety off your gun. See, I'm a ballistics expert. I'm trained to notice these things."
"Well aren't you special." Marques sneered. There was the sounds of sirens in the distance.
"Its over." Tim said. "So why don't you come over here, let Detective Hagen handcuff you, and then we can get you on your way to your new home."
"I'm not going anywhere. You guys don't have anything to arrest me with."
"Now we do. You just assaulted an officer of the law and you're resisting arrest. Then when we book you, we're going to have your fingerprints and I'm going to run them through the system. They'll match Daniel Marques, which is your real name, as we've already mentioned but we're going to have to prove it to the judge."
"Have fun trying."
"I always do. Let's go." Tim smirked, grabbing Marques' left arm. He led him over to John and handed him over. "By the way, my son?"
"I'm not telling."
"That's okay. I'll just go ahead and look around."
"Not without a warrant."
"Oh Danny... by now, I've long threw away my rule of getting a warrant to search a premises. You got any friends in there I should know about?"
"Nope."
"Okay. Then I'll just go ahead."
"You won't get any evidence to hold me. It won't be legal in court."
"I don't care. You're already going down for murder which is 25 to life." Tim said. "Oh and I'm sure that my brother-in-law, Eric is going to want say a few things to you."
"No. You don't have anything to hold me on any charges."
"Do I need to explain it all to you? Okay. Your blood was found in my sister's apartment the day she went missing. We went to the address that you gave your neighbor and that's where you were, murdering my sister."
"You can't proved I murdered her."
"Oh we can." Calleigh said, walking up. "Your gun is going to match the bullets we pulled out of Rachel. I'll sit with him and Hagen. Go find Nicky."
S/C
"It doesn't matter Uncle Matt! We're going to be stuck here for the rest of our lives!"
"No. No we're not. Your dad is going to be here soon."
"Yeah right! He's probably busy with work! He's always busy with work! I don't mean anything to him anymore!"
Tim silently thanked God for having a loud child. Nicky's whines were coming from a door at the end of the hallway. Tim grabbed the door knob, jiggling it slightly. It was locked. He glanced around and saw something shiny sitting on the table.
"How stupid can you get?" he mumbled to himself, grabbing the key off the table. He put it in the lock and Matt squinted as the light filtered in from the hallway.
"Hah! I told you." he smirked as Nicky scrambled to his feet. Tim pulled him into his arms, not wanting to let him go again.
"You okay?" he asked, looking at his brother. Matt shrugged.
"I'll live. Good timing."
"Thanks."
"Where's Mom?" Nicky asked.
"She's outside." Tim replied. Nicky pulled away from him and ran towards the door. Tim followed him slowly.
"MOM!"
Calleigh turned and let out a soft cry as Nicky nearly knocked her over. Calleigh held him tightly against her, tears pouring down her face.
"I don't like when this happens." Nicky muttered.
"Neither do I honey." Calleigh laughed, kissing the top of his head. She glanced up and caught Tim's eye. He gave her a smile and walked over to John, who was now talking to Horatio and Ryan.
