Chapter 7: Seeing is Believing

10:25am

Southern Miami Beach, Miami

The navy blue ford van pulled over and up onto a curb, infront of a white painted house, about 2 miles away from the beach. Charlie and Derek sat in the front, looking just like your average workers waiting for someone. The only difference was they weren't your average workers, but they were waiting for Sammy. Charlie was sitting on the far side, next to the window. A newspaper was in his hands and he was reading it, scratching his stubble and sipping at his coffee. He was reading the 4 page story on the kidnap.

"Hey, Sammy's name is in here." Charlie suddenly moaned. Derek looked over from the steering wheel.

"Not like it cares, Charlie, no one knows what he looks like. Well, the citizens don't have a clue anyway." Derek muttered, frowning at the story. Charlie looked hesitant for a moment, but he shook it off and went to the sports section.

Meanwhile in the back, Calleigh was lying on her side, so close to the door that she could bust it open with one bash of her legs. But she knew that she'd just be shot for it. The men in the front both had armed pistols, she had glanced them as they dumped her in the van. It all seemed so well planned; these two were ready for anything. But she had of course heard about Sammy and knew exactly what she was dealing with. A dangerous murderer, just waiting for Horatio to come so that he could blow his brains out with one blast of his gun. It made Calleigh go all cold all over and made her stomach churn. She could see no way out of this, no way whatsoever. All that she could do was pray and hope that Horatio or any of the others came looking for her. She couldn't live with the thought that they had died for her.

Now she laid flat on her back, her shoulder sending small shocks of pain down her arm and her eyes looking up at the roof of the van. It made her uncomfortable to think of the others, how much they would be worrying about her, how much they missed her. It made her feel worse to think of Horatio though. He'd be thinking it was all his fault, taking the blame upon his shoulders and letting himself drown in his fake defeat.

It was then that Calleigh knew that she wasn't going to let herself be killed. She was not going to let Horatio hang around, feeling as though her death was all her fault. It wasn't going to happen. With this new confidence, Calleigh began thinking of a plan.

10:34am

CSI Building, Miami

Horatio came back up from Ballistics, carrying his report, a new strength in him. The bullet was from a rifle, a certain rife that was limited to only 3 in the state. Which meant that, unless these guns were being shipped illegally into Miami, there could be a chance that he could find the guy who had given the gun to Sammy and possibly save Calleigh. To any normal person, this seemed like a pretty simple and quick plan. But to Horatio, it was a total nightmare. First he would have to get permission to get the details of the owners of the guns, then track down where they lived, bring them in fro interrogation, test them for any traces of Calleigh's DNA, then make a certified judgment on them. Not so easy. But Horatio wasn't giving up on any way that may be a link to Calleigh. He quick stepped down the stairs outside of CSI and got into his Hummer. He put his sunglasses on, feeling as though they hid the tiredness in his eyes and then let the Hummer's engine spring into life.

As he pulled up to the junction, he looked out either sides of the road and set off left, behind a black Mercedes Benz. The traffic slowed to a halt as the traffic lights turned red. Horatio grabbed his cell phone off the dash board and called up Delko. While it rang, he looked round at the cars surrounding him. Next to him on his left was a metallic green Toyota. An elderly woman was driving it and in the back were two children, both looking up at the Hummer. On his right was silver Vauxhall, with what looked like a business man in the front.

Horatio heard Delko's voice in his ear.

"Delko here."

"Horatio, Eric, can you pull up some details for me?" Horatio asked, turning his eyes towards the Mercedes in front.

"Yeah sure. Do you have some names?"

"You bet." Horatio answered, peering through his sunglasses at the mirror on the windscreen of the car. A guy in his mid-forties was sitting there, his own sunglasses reflected in glass. Grey wavy hair was on top of his round head and he had great wrinkles in his face.

"Shoot the names, H." Delko said.

"Mr Keith Dover. Ronnie Barchester and Gregory Smith." Horatio murmured back. He was focused on that mirror. With a sudden jerk of his mind, he recognized who it was. He defiantly would have had to have seen it to believe it.

"Delko, get me back up quick. I've got Sammy right in front of me. I want unmarked cars following my lead, got that!" Horatio said quickly into his cell. Delko seemed to be slightly taken aback over the phone, but nevertheless he replied,

"Right on it, H. But be careful. We don't know what he could do. I'll be out there in 5 minutes."

Horatio closed his cell phone with a snap and leant back in his seat, enjoying the oblivious moment of Sammy not having a clue what was going to happen. But for Sammy, it was the other way round.

Ah, yes I do agree with what your mind may be saying. That is a really unfair cliffie I know, but I worked my butt of this get this up. It;s actually quite lucky, seeing as I actually had no homework to stop me. It;s just a shame it couldn't have been longer.

Ok, I am not entirely sure when I will be able to update next becuase over the next 2 days I will be doing this foolish History project, but perhaps on Saturday I will write something. I am sorry to anyone who thinks that the story so far is a complete let down, I am heading towards more action in teh next 3 chappies!

Please review, becuasae it does get me into gear and starts me writing more!

TheNextTitan