Chapter 5: I'm tired of waiting

Calleigh barged into the Miami Dade Crime Lab. Her dad had talked some sense into her. She couldn't sit at home and wait until she heard from her boss whether they found Aimee or not. She almost bumped into Delko when she was on her way to Horatio's office. He looked at her with surprise and stopped her.

"What are you doing here? Didn't Horatio tell you to stay home?"

"Eric, I can't sit home and wait until I hear from you guys" Calleigh pleaded "Would you be able to do that if it was your sister?" she said knowing she would touch a nerve because he was a real family guy.

Delko sighed, he knew Calleigh was right. He wouldn't be able to wait at home either, he would want to do something too.

"Horatio is in the trace lab, talk to him first" he said while letting go of her arm "oh and Calleigh" he said getting the attention of the blonde who was already walking away "Don't attack Ryan again, he is feeling guilty enough already"

Calleigh flashed Delko a faint smile and left. She hoped Horatio would let her help, hell she would even do ballistics.

Horatio looked up to see Calleigh standing in the doorway. He sighed, he had expected to see her back soon. He had seen the anger in the woman's eyes, and he had seen how deeply both sisters cared about each other. It was odd they didn't see each other in such a long time.

"Horatio" Calleigh started, but Horatio didn't let her finish her sentence.

"I know" he said with a smile "I wouldn't be able to either. You can help me out here"

Horatio showed Calleigh pictures of bullets they had found at the crime scene of the gang shooting.

"What can you tell me about there" the red headed supervisor asked her.

Calleigh took the picture in her hand.

".303 British" she said "rare bullets. They go with only a few guns, and seeing the amount of casings I'd say this was an automatic rifle.

Ryan Wolfe walked into the trace lab, surprised to see Calleigh standing there with their boss. Horatio looked up at the young man and at Calleigh.

"I will leave you two alone" he said while getting up. He wanted the two CSI's to talk to each other and apologize.

Calleigh continued her work. Ryan had to apologize first, he was the cause of all this.

Ryan just stood there, staring at Calleigh. It was obvious she wasn't going to apologize first. He sighed, swallowed his pride and started talking first.

"I'm sorry Calleigh" he said.

Calleigh looked up at him and flashed a faint smile. Apologize to him Duquesne, you were a bit harsh on him. But then again, he deserved it.

"I'm sorry too Ryan" she said at the dark haired guy "we can talk about this later. Right now we have to find my sister" she continued as she went back to her work.

Aimee was woken up brutally by one of her captors. They were ordering her to get up, but that was hard considering her body was sore all over. She was sure she had at least bruised a couple of ribs. She told her captor that she was in pain and couldn't get up, but he only laughed at her and jerked on her arm to encourage her.

She was dragged out of the building she was in and into the back of a car. She tried to remember as much of the car as she could, just in case she'd survive this. It was an old black Ford Taurus, one of the guys was replacing the plates so she couldn't see the number. She counted five captors, they all looked the same, wearing baggy pants and baseball caps. Aimee figured they were from some gang.

When she was pushed into the back of the car, something caught her eye. It was an odd looking gun, a familiar looking gun. She could see with one look that it was a Browning M1919, a machine gun which was used in World War II and the Vietnam War. She wondered where these idiots got this gun.

The car she was in speeded away, almost making her fall over. Things seemed to be wrong, the two guys in the front were arguing in Spanish slang she didn't understand very well. Aimee shot up when she heart gunshots Oh my god, the car is being shot at! Aimee tried to hide and stay away from the gunfire, she only lived by the bullet, she didn't intend to die by it. Memories of her sister entered her mind, suddenly she remembered one day when Calleigh told her that if you listen very carefully you can hear what kind of gun is being fired. Aimee smiled, even when there was a distance between them, she could still learn from her sister. She decided to listen carefully to figure out what was fired.

Several shots were fired again and one of the men came into the back of the car and got the M1919 and started firing back. Aimee's mouth dropped, this M1919 was loaded with .303 British bullets! They were quite rare. Aimee focused on where the casings were going, she had to collect one. She was amazed by how clear she could still think in this situation. That thought almost got blown out of her head when she could feel a bullet flying past her. She had been scared in her life, she had her reasons to be scared in life, but she couldn't really remember a moment in her life she was more scared than now.

Her intentions of focusing on the gunfire to identify the type of gun were soon forgotten. She thought the shots came from a Glock but she had other things to worry about. Another shot was fired, shattering the windshield into a million pieces. The driver temporarily lost control over the steering wheel, making the car slip. It made Aimee feel even more nauseated than she already did. Aimee was so scared she wouldn't survive this, so scared she wouldn't live to see her sister again.

Again a shot was fired, this time it hit the shoulder of the man in the back of the car with her. He fell back and landed on top of her. Blood was flowing all over her and the weight on her made her body hurt all over. Aimee passed out from the pain.

Two men were inspecting the old black Taurus that their gang members took to transport that bullet girl. They were speaking to each other in broken English while inspecting the car.

"They are probably all dead" one man with a black goatee mentioned.

"Search!" the older man ordered him.

When the older man opened the door to the back he pulled out the body of the man who was lying on top of Aimee. He bled to death. The man with the goatee screamed when he saw the older man pulling the body out of the car.

"Eddie, NO" he screamed. He ran over to the lifeless body and took it in his arms.

The older man told the screaming man to shut up and climbed into the car. Aimee was lying there, her body seemed lifeless.

"She is dead" the man with the goatee shouted at the older man "leave her here, she is dead! We need to take care of Eddie" he continued.