A/N: Warning: Here be violence. If you don't think you can handle the M rating, I suggest you turn back while you can. But, if you can handle it, then here it is: THE chapter. Read on!

Miami
Day 3- 9:30 AM
MIA Air Hanger Lot

Hummers, police cars, detective vehicles, two vans along with two ambulances and one fire truck, sped through Miami at a speed Horatio Caine considered to be a new record. He sat behind the wheel of his own Hummer; Calleigh and Stella brought up the rear in Calleigh's own gigantic-monster-of-a-vehicle. Gil rode with Horatio.

The block they entered was dilapidated, to say the least. Old warehouses lined cobbled streets and broken-down air hangers sat flat in the middle of the road. Gil supposed the side roads must have been used to navigate the giant area.

"CSI, this is SWAT. Requesting plan of action."

Horatio picked up the radio next to him while speeding through the street.

"SWAT, stand down. Plan of action undetermined until target is located." He threw the radio down and brought the Hummer to a halt outside what looked to be the main building. He pulled out his cell phone.

"Calleigh, I need you to get out the thermal-imaging camera and hook it up right away. We're going to cover this entire area until we find Catherine."

Miami
Day 3- 9:45 AM
Abandoned Air Hanger

Catherine had a headache the size of Texas.

Having just woken up, this was one of the first things that she registered as she took in her surroundings--the second thing that she felt was blinding pain throughout her whole body. Looking up, Catherine saw that she was dangling three feet above the ground, held up by a pair of chains running from the ceiling and around her bleeding wrists. She held in the impulse to vomit.

Dalano had indeed nearly accomplished what she had sworn she would not let him do. Her body had been turned into the right wing of a butterfly. And Catherine was mad.

"Let me down."

Dalano looked up, clearly previously unaware of his victim's return to consciousness.

"Have patience, my dear. You're not quite done yet."

To Catherine's horror, she saw that Dalano had completely stripped her naked and was now moving down her legs to apply the rest of the paint. She struggled. The chains raked down on her arms.

"Please," she begged, "please, don't. Let me down."

Dalano looked amusedly up at her.

"I said I was almost done. Now, have a little patience, my butterfly."

Catherine could feel the anger flare through her entire body. The only man that had ever called her 'Butterfly' had been Gil—it was his nickname for Lindsey, too. He had called her that the day she was born.

"Don't."

Dalano ignored her. He continued to apply the light blue paint to Catherine's dangling legs.

Dangling legs?

Catherine mustered up as much energy as she could and swung one of her legs at Dalano. She hit him straight in the jaw and he fell like a wounded animal, hand clutched to his face as Catherine struggled to free herself from her chains.

"Help!" She screamed as loud as she possibly could. "Help!"

Dalano lunged at her with an animalistic look in his eyes and slapped her painted face.

"Shut up!" He hissed, slapping her again. "Shut up, shut up!"

Catherine flinched and fought and kicked at him again, struggling, trying to fend off the man that was rapidly causing blood to pour from her lips and cheeks. Tears slipped down her face.

"You little bitch," Dalano hissed, "you little bitch. I waited twelve years to get my time with you, and what do I get? Lip! You should be thanking me on bended knee for taking you away from all of those fiends you call friends. They never appreciated you. Never appreciated your beauty. But me?" He calmed, stroking her face with the backs of his fingers. "Me? I see you. And you're mine now."

"I'm not," Catherine spat blood in his face.

Dalano fingered the chains that encompassed her wrists.

"You are."

Miami
Day 3- 10:00 AM
MIA Air Hanger Lot

They'd spent the last half-hour moving in and out of the entire warehouse area, aiming the TIC at every building, every room. They'd had no luck whatsoever.

"This is ridiculous." Calleigh let the camera drop to her side. "We've scanned everything. She's not here."

"She is." Gil spoke while pacing in front of the Hummer. "She is. I can feel it."

Horatio shot the man a look over the tops of his sunglasses. Gil ignored him.

"Look, Grissom," Stella stepped forward, "I know that you think you know she's here, but…that's not exactly—"

"Scientific?" Mac suggested. "You may be off on that, Stell."

She glanced at him.

"What?"

"I can usually tell when you're in a room or not. It comes with working with someone for so long—you get to know their presence. And if Grissom can feel Catherine, then I say that she's here." Mac shrugged. "So, let's find her."

They all looked at one another before silently deciding to split up. Calleigh went with Gil, while Stella and Mac wound around the back of the lot and Horatio teamed with Detective Frank Tripp to have the rest of the search team spread out.

Gil and Calleigh explored the edge of the lot. Together, they covered half of the area before Calleigh froze.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear wh—" Calleigh shushed Gil with a wave of her hand and cocked her head toward the closest bunker. She could faintly hear what sounded like a woman yelling.

"Catherine."

Miami
Day 3- 10:00 AM
Abandoned Air Hanger

Dalano stared hard at Catherine as he unchained her from the ceiling. Her wrists were bleeding freely, running down her painted arms and leaking down her neck.

"Now," he said, binding her wrists once again while she fought to scratch him, "I believe you know what my agenda is, my butterfly. Promise you'll behave?"

Catherine spit blood in his face again.

"I like that passion," Dalano yanked Catherine's body up from the ground and threw her onto a dirty cot nearby. He hovered above her. "The others had given up by now. Except for the cop." His eyes roamed her painted form. "She was a spitfire, that one."

"I'll bet," Catherine's teeth gritted. Her entire mouth tasted of blood, and when Dalano bent to kiss her, she bit his lip. More blood filled her mouth.

"Now, now, my dear," Dalano wiped his blood from the side of her mouth, "that just won't do."

Catherine's skin burned from where he touched her. Though she was covered in a layer of paint, she still felt the callous feel of his hands as he pinned her to the cot. She once again found herself fighting the urge to throw up.

"Let me go!" She shrieked, writhing beneath his hold on her. She couldn't move her legs, but her hands, though bound, were free to bring themselves down on his head. He growled and grabbed her throat.

"Keep still, you little whore." He released her neck, and Catherine felt oxygen enter her lungs again.

"Let-" She hit him on his jaw. "Me-" She bit his neck until she tasted blood. "Go!" She scratched his face, her nails gathering his skin beneath themselves.

Dalano, as though from nowhere, brought a knife up to her throat—she froze.

"What did I tell you?" He smiled. "Keep still."

Catherine screamed.

Miami
Day 3- 10:10 AM
MIA Air Hanger Block

Gil and Calleigh ran as fast as they could toward the sound of Catherine's screams. Calleigh was shouting into her walkie-talkie.

"Horatio! Call SWAT! We've got her—an old air hanger. We're in the North-West quadrant!"

The Thermal Imaging Camera revealed two forms, one pinned under another, the one in control holding something to the pinned one's throat as he hastily fumbled with his clothing. Gil removed his gun from his holster.

Within seconds, SWAT and the MDPD had surrounded the building, and the five CSIs that had been so determined to find their sixth grouped together at the back entrance.

"Move! Move!" Horatio yelled, and, as one, they swarmed the hanger.

Catherine's screaming had stopped. Gil, gun drawn, moved with Stella, Horatio, Mac, and Calleigh to the small cot where Dalano was crushing his partner. Dalano held a knife to Catherine's throat.

"I'll do it," he said, voice completely calm, "I'll slice her. Don't come any closer."

The group watched as Dalano dragged a battered Catherine off the cot and against the wall, knife to her painted body. Gil could see the blood creeping down from her mouth, forehead, wrists, neck. She wasn't moving.

"Freeze," Horatio's gun, along with the others, was pointed straight at Dalano. "Freeze, you dirtbag."

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you, Lieutenant," Dalano smiled. "Or you may find my knife just slips," the knife skated across the surface of Catherine's neck, teasingly, "over her flesh. You wouldn't want to be responsible for that, would you?"

Horatio remained unwavering. Gil could feel his blood boiling through his veins.

"No?" Dalano shrugged. "Have it your way, then."

He angled his arm to cut the life away from Catherine for mere seconds before air entered the hole in his forehead from Gil's gun. Four more holes had joined, entering his chest—just in case, the others would later say.

Gil launched himself across the cot and over to Catherine before she hit the ground. Dalano lay a few feet away.

"Cath?" He lowered himself to his knees and rested her in his arms, "Catherine. Cath, talk to me."

Her pulse was faint. Gil could feel it through the point on her neck.

The group waited.

"Catherine," Gil's voice, ever steady since the woman in his arms had disappeared, now cracked. "Cath, please, honey, wake up."

He blinked his eyes to fight back the tears that angrily stung at his corneas.

She moved.

"Gil," Catherine's voice was hoarse. She reached a hand up and rested it on his cheek, as she had done so many times before, and softly wiped a tear that had trailed down to his beard with her thumb. "I knew you'd find me."

Her body went limp.

"Catherine!"

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