Ok... Caleb dying in the show kinda sucks cause I love that whole Ryan/Caleb thing they had... it really never was resolved. Sigh... anyway... not to sure on how I am ending this yet so who knows... he may live lol. Also I am gonna prob bring in the other Cohen's when I get the chance... gonna see how it works out... hell could be in this chapter... just have to read and see.

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Caleb looked at John as he pulled quickly out of the bank parking lot. He contemplated hitting the man the next time he stopped the car. He didn't want to do it now because John was driving too fast and they could get into a pretty bad accident. Caleb looked back at Ryan huddled on the floor, his arm in a weird position because of being handcuffed to the car seat leg. His head was down and he could tell the boy was in pain. Ryan's left arm was very swollen and Caleb knew it was broken. He was still amazed how Ryan survived living the way he had. Caleb looked back out at the road. A red light was coming up and John slowed down. Caleb saw this as his chance and without warning hit John across the jaw making a loud skin on skin sound. Ryan looked up to see a struggle between the two men. His mouth opened in shock.

'What are you doing Caleb!' Ryan thought to himself. John then hit Caleb right on the eye. Caleb lost his bearings for a moment and when he looked back at John there was a gun pointed at his face.

"You have a death wish don't you old man!" John yelled at Caleb. He put the car in to park. By some miracle it only rolled a few inches. "You drive." John said angrily then climbing into the backseat. Ryan moved away instinctively. "Where are you going?" John laughed. He pointed the gun at Ryan's head. "One more stunt old man and the kid won't make it to his 17th birthday." Caleb just nodded and got into the drivers seat.

"Where are we going?" Caleb asked calmly. A black and blue mark already forming around his eye.

"Chino." John said simply.

"Why?" Caleb asked. John was getting irritated.

"Just drive. Light's green." He said and then there was silence for the most part except when John was barking out directions to Caleb. Every once in a while John would look down at Ryan. Ryan could feel him staring at him. He would look up and John would smile an evil smile and Ryan would look away. He hated feeling this weak around someone but his father always had that power.

After about an hour they pulled up in front of this run down apartment building. John bent down and undid Ryan's handcuffs. Ryan looked at him once again. "You know the drill Ryan." John said and Ryan mentally kicked himself. He should have known he was going to be used to deliver drug money. Ryan slowly got up and sat on the seat. His legs tingling from the lack of blood to them over the past hour and a half.

"What drill?" Caleb asked from the front seat meeting Ryan's eyes in the rearview mirror. Again Ryan looked down. John didn't answer, he just took a grand out of the brief case and put it in a white envelope and just handed it Ryan.

"You try and run, I will kill the old man." John said and Ryan knew he was serious. Caleb got it. Drug money.

"Why don't I take the money?" Caleb said. He knew what could happen. John shot him a look.

"No. They know Ryan." John said simply. Ryan slowly opened the door wincing as he got out of the truck. His head still a little dizzy from the blow he took to the head before. His left arm was against his body still throbbing pain. He stood on the ground for a few seconds getting his bearings.

"3rd floor, room 324." John instructed. "Guys name is Gonzalez." Ryan nodded slowly and looked at the building then back at John. "Go." He said and Ryan sighed. He began walking toward the building. He was limping a little bit and tried to hide his pain as best he could. Once inside he looked around. He saw that the elevator was out of order. He groaned and began to walk the steps.

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Sandy returned home to see the front door was open and Caleb's car in the driveway. He peered in and looked around.

"Ryan? Cal?" He yelled. There was no answer. Sandy scratched his head and walked in to the main hallway. He looked down and saw blood on the floor. "Oh my God." Sandy said and ran though the house. He ran to the family room to see the tv still on but no Ryan or Caleb. He ran into the kitchen again no Ryan. No Caleb. Out to the pool house but it yielded the same result. He called the police.

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Ryan was out of breath by the time he reached the third floor. He had to stop and take a few breaths. Once he got his breath back he began to walk down the hallway.

"320, 322, 324..." He mumbled to himself and stopped at 324. He took a deep breath. He knew he couldn't fight in his condition so he was hoping for the best. He knocked on the door with his good hand. He heard some movement and the door opened to reveal a very large man in a wife beater and jeans. He had to be six foot six and he was built like a damn building.

"Well Ryan. Looks like your dad sent you to do his dirty work." He said to Ryan.

"Gonzalez?" Ryan asked and the man nodded. Ryan handed him the money and began to walk away hoping that nothing would happen. He was wrong.

"Hey, don't you be going anywhere kid." Gonzalez stated pulling his injured arm. Ryan yelped in pain involuntarily. "Looks like someone else got to you first." he said and chuckled. Ryan knew this wouldn't be good. He hated to do this but he was in too much pain to stop himself.

"Please" Ryan begged "Please let me go." his face contorted in pain from where the man was grabbing him.Ryan never felt so young and weak as he did at that moment. If he was healthy he wouldn't beg to be let go, he would have tried to fight back. Gonzalez looked at him then pulled him into his apartment. Ryan again cried out in pain from his arm. Tears escaping down his face with out his permission. He quickly wiped them away. Gonzalez let him go and Ryan hugged his arm close to his body. Ryan sighed accepting his fate for the day. "How...how bad is it going to be?" He asked glancing up at the man in front of him through his bangs. Gonzalez smiled slightly.

"There's this thing called interest." He stated. Ryan nodded knowing all about that interest. Gonzalez saw the defeat in Ryan's eyes and body language. Won't make it as much fun though but he would take what he got. Ryan braced himself for the hit. Gonzalez hit him swiftly in the stomach and Ryan couldn't help but bend over in pain. Another punch came fast and hit the right side of his face. Ryan hit the ground and went into survival mode by curling up protecting what he could. Thankfully Gonzalez stopped after a few hits but the damage was done. Ryan was pretty sure a rib was broken and his left arm was in even more pain and he couldn't see out of his right eye. Gonzalez picked him up and out of his door leaving him on the floor next to the apartment and closed the door behind him. Ryan worked his way into a sitting position against the wall. He was in so much pain that it hurt to much to cry. He slowly got up to his feet. Staying a bit hunched over he started to make his way down the stairs.

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"I wonder what is taking so long." John sighed in frustration. Caleb couldn't help but scoff. Ryan had been in there for about 20 minutes already. Caleb looked up when he heard the door to the front of the place open. Ryan walked out hunched over. Caleb got up and started to go over to him. "Hey! Leave him be!" John stated. Caleb just shook his head and continued over to Ryan. When he got to him he put the boys good arm around his neck. Ryan looked up at him.

"You don't..." He whispered in pain but Caleb cut him off.

"Shh...Don't worry about it." He whispered back and helped him into the truck. John just shook his head at the scene. Ryan was about to pass out from the pain. "He needs a doctor." Caleb said sharply to John.

"No he doesn't. He'll be fine." John said not caring. "Get into the drivers seat." He stated to Caleb. John hopped in the back again with Ryan. He held the gun to Ryan's side but Ryan didn't notice because his head was back on the seat and he was trying to control his breathing. "Now drive." He said and Caleb drove again with John barking out orders on where to go.

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Sandy had called Kirsten after he called the police. Her and Seth were home with in 15 minutes. The police had already mapped out the crime scene. Caleb and Ryan are both suspected in being kid napped even though there had been no phone call. They did call the bank to find that Caleb had withdrawn money earlier that day.

Kirsten was a wreak. Seth was in shock. Sandy was the only one listening to the police and trying to piece this together. His cell phone rang.

"Hello." He said

"Hi Sandy." The man said. It was Mike from the DA's office. "Something I thought you should know. John Atwood escaped the other day during transport. Other inmates told us he was talking about going to get his son." He stated. Sandy gasped.

"Thanks Mike." He said and hung up. He told the police what he just learned and they put out an APB on John.

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Caleb kept looking in the rearview mirror at Ryan. His eye was swollen shut and he kept coughing. Ryan needed a doctor badly. He didn't know where they were going but this couldn't go on much longer.

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ok there is another chapter... the next is in the works... I am still trying to figure out how to end this thing lol... so suggestions are welcome lol.