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Summary: Spoilers for 'Lost Son'. Calleigh has memories of the time she spent with Speed.
Pairings: Calleigh and Speed
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The note that Eric had found was a good lead, but they still had no idea who Juan was and Enrique Anderson was not being very cooperative.
Horatio and Eric were now standing in the A/V lab with A/V tech, Tyler Jensen. Horatio had told Eric earlier that the best why to find out who Juan is, would be to call the number and Eric agreed. They were in the A/V lab because they were hoping to keep Juan on the line long enough to trace the call.
Horatio pulled his cell phone from his pocket, dialed the number, and put it to his ear. He patiently waited for the ringing to end and a voice to answer.
"Yeah," a voice said in Spanish, but before Horatio could answer, the voice continued. "Look Enrique, I held up my end of the bargain, now it's time for you to do the same."
"Juan," replied Horatio in Spanish, just as he got the signal from Tyler that they had a location, "you made a big mistake killing my CSI. Now you're gonna pay for it." Then the line went dead.
Tyler had written the address down and, after Horatio put his cell away, Tyler handed the address to Horatio, who handed it to Eric.
Eric gave Horatio a quizzical look, as though he had expected Horatio to follow up on this lead, but all Horatio said was: "Why don't you run with it?"
Eric gave a quick nod, said, "You got it H," and left, with Horatio close behind. Only Horatio was going back to question Enrique Anderson.
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Eric pulled the Hummer up to Juan's residence. He quickly climbed out; eager to find out if this lead was worthwhile. He left his crime scene kit in the passenger's side, as he had no reason to search the place yet, and he headed up the boardwalk. He was about to ring the doorbell, when he heard a loud voice coming from within.
"I killed that damn cop, for what? For nothing. That damn Lieutenant is on to me. They're really gonna make me pay. I mean, the fuckin' Spanish cop was his friend and that bitch ex-girlfriend of yours was in love with him…"
Before Eric could hear any more, he was hit from behind and blacked out.
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When Eric woke up, he had a throbbing headache. He opened his eyes to get a better indication of where he might be, but when the blinding sun hit his face, he quickly closed them.
He tried to lift his hands to his temples to relieve the pain of his headache, but he discovered that they were tied securely behind his back. He opened his eyes, despite the pain, and looked at his feet, which were tied as well. Eric then heard the soft lapping of water against…a boat?" Most likely he thought.
He was trying to figure out where he could be when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps and he was pushed unceremoniously to his feet. With his feet tied, standing was adamant. He was now looking into the eyes of, none other than, Enrique Anderson.
"You got too close, Mr. Delko. I wish there was another way, but throwing you into the Everglades is the only way. Maybe the gators will dispose of you." With that, Enrique Anderson, with the help of another man, picked Eric up and threw him overboard.
Eric hit the water with a hard slap. He could feel the cold, murky water of the Everglades cover his face and it was though he was being dragged to the bottom of the Earth. He tried to struggle free, but it was useless-his bonds were ties too securely. He was used to these waters, but not like this-not without his scuba gear. He knew that he had a bigger lung capacity, due to his diving expertise, so he would be able to survive in these conditions longer than most people, but still, not for long. It was then that he thought of Calleigh and how much she needed him. He couldn't die like this, so he started to try, once again, getting free of his prison.