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Horatio was driving like a madman through the streets of Miami. Looking at the clock all the time and knowing he had to get to the harbor fast. He couldn't think rationally and call his team; his mind was clouded with only the thought of reaching the harbor as quickly as possible to save Ryan and Kyle; He could think of nothing else.
Horatio was out of the car before it had even stopped completely and he turned around looking for someon, but he was alone. Running towards the edge of the harbor he saw a wooden crate standing dangerously close to the ocean, but before he could reach it a shot was heard and Horatio stopped.
He looked to the right and was stunned to see none other than Patrick Yates holding a gun aimed at his chest. With a sinister smile Patrick approached Horatio and placed himself between the redhead and the wooden crate.
"Don't do this Patrick." Horatio said.
"Oh, but I have to. I have to give people tests just like you once gave me." Patrick said, "It's my new thing."
"It was the kind of deal all cops make in your kind of case; you said so yourself."
"Yeah, but I use it against you now." Patrick said, "Do you have any idea what I'm capable of?"
"I can guess."
Patrick smirked and tapped on the wooden box. It was too close to the edge of the harbor for Horatio's liking, one push was enough to knock it in to the ocean.
"Do you have any idea how annoying it is to pretend to be a fucking schizo?" Patrick asked.
Horatio was again stunned. Nobody had ever suspected Patrick of pretending to suffer from schizophrenia.
"You pretended?" Horatio asked.
"Yeah, I knew I wouldn't have to do jail time if I just pretended to suffer from schizophrenia; I was right too." Patrick smirked, "The problem is that when I made that deal with you I didn't know that my daughter would grow up not knowing who I was."
"Your parents never told her?"
"No, they did not... assholes."
Patrick had been a drug dealer that Horatio had arrested and he had been given a choice; either to testify against Liam Everett (a big time crime boss) and instead spend less time in jail or a mental institution, while also his daughter would then be raised by his parents and not end up in foster care. Or he wouldn't testify and spend the rest of his life in jail.
"When my parents found out what I had done they left Miami and when I came looking for them, when I was released, my little girl didn't even know me." Patrick said, "And that's your fault."
"You chose to be a criminal; I gave you an opportunity to help yourself and your child." Horatio said.
"Why do you think Liam Everett hasn't put out a hit on me? And why the FBI never know who Liam was until I gave them that name?"
"You're not a threat." Horatio said, although now he started seeing things differently and he knew that Liam was not the brains behind the business; Patrick was and had been all along.
The FBI had only known that somone had been running a big business of drugs, human trafficking and murder all over America 15 years ago. They had never had a name until Patrick had told them.
"I'm the big crime lord that the FBI is looking for, only Liam took the hit for me so that I can continue." Patrick said, "Liam is also my half brother; thanks to my mother fucking around when she was younger."
"You let your brother take the blame for you? He's facing a life sentence in jail and you let him do it?"
"He offered to do it." Patrick said, "And I got people on the inside that will gladly make his life a bit easier."
"You fooled everyone."
"And I did it good too." Patrick grinned, "I'm a computer hacker, human trafficker, murderer and drug dealer and no one ever suspected me of faking my schizophrenia. Not even you."
"How did you make your alibi during the kidnappings of my son and Ryan?" Horatio asked; getting enraged that he had been fooled and that Patrick was a madman with his lover and son's life in his hands.
"I logged on to a computer at an internet café and used the emergency exit to exit and re-enter." Patrick said, "Nobody thought to check it; not even your brilliant team of CSIs."
Horatio cursed silently; he had let himself be fooled and because of that Kyle and Ryan would pay the price.
"Why do this to me?"
"Because I spent 15 years at a fucking mental institution with all the crazies because of a fucking deal with you!" Patrick growled, "I would have happily left you alone if it wasn't because my parents made my daughter grow up without a clue of who I am."
"That's not my fault."
"Oh, but it is." Patrick smirked, "It is your fault! You made that deal with me; you made it seem so good."
"You feel fooled because of it."
"Damn right I do." Patrick said, "And now you're going to pay for it."
"How come you never left any evidence at the murder scenes?"
"I came up from behind and broke the victims' necks before they had a chance to react and I wore a body suit. Because I can hack into all sorts of internet websites I can order shit like that and nobody will ever know." Patrick said, "And I don't mind telling you this, since you're going to die anyway."
"Don't be so sure."
Patrick chuckled and then turned serious again, "I made it my signature to have people choose between loved ones or die. The truth is that even if they had chosen I would have killed them anyway."
Patrick had to be one of the smartest and most dangerous criminals Horatio had ever come across. He had fooled everyone; including the entire law enforcement.
"Now it's your time to choose." Patrick said, "First take your gun and place it on the ground."
"No."
"Do it or pretty boy in here dies" Patrick said, pointing at the wooden crate.
Horatio sighed and took his gun out of its holster; placing on the ground. Patrick told him to kick it away so he did.
"In this wooden crate is Ryan and in a cargo container somewhere around is Kyle. Ryan will end up in the water and Kyle is, as we speak, dying of smoke inhalation." Patrick said, "You can only save one of them."
Horatio was about to so say something when he heard a loud bang and felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He couldn't breathe and fell down to his knees. Blood was coming from a gunshot wound in his abdomen. He heard a big splash as the wooden crate was pushed down the ocean and then footsteps as Patrick ran away.0
Finally he managed to take a breath, but it hurt. Standing up on shaky legs, Horatio saw smoke coming from a cargo container now far away. He knew Kyle was in it; he glanced to the ocean and saw the wooden crate slowly sinking; yelling and banging coming from inside as Ryan had probably woken up and began panicking.
Horatio refused to accept that he could only choose one. He took out his phone and called Eric as he moved to the cargo container.
-I-
The team had just discovered that Horatio was missing. He hadn't been gone long, but he hadn't showed up at neither Kyle nor Ryan's kidnapping locations. Just as Frank was about to call the redhead, Eric's phone rang and he said it was Horatio.
"H! Where are you?"
"E-Eric, help!"
"H, what's wrong?"
"I'm shot. Ryan and K-Kyle in danger."
"Breathe H breathe, where are you?"
"Harbor, east corner."
Eric heard the phone drop and told Cooper to trace Horatio's phone and while he told Frank, Natalia and Walter what was happening they went to the elevators to take them down to the garage. Calleigh and Cooper stayed in the lab; they found Horatio's phone with the GPS and called Eric.
"Call an ambulance!" Eric said, as he and Walter got inside a hummer.
"Call everyone!" Frank said, as he and Natalia got in another hummer.
With sirens blaring the four of them drove as fast as they could to the harbor; not knowing what state their friends would be in, but hoping that they were still alive.
-I-
Blood pouring down his legs and to the ground; pain in his abdomen and getting weaker with every second that passed Horatio moved towards the container that held his son. Horatio was beginning to think that maybe he wasn't going to make it out of this situation alive. He could see the cargo container that Kyle was in more clearly now; he was so close.
The agonizing screams of his son reached his ears and he felt tears threatening to fall at the thought of his son being tortured with the pain of breathing in smoky air. Horatio stumbled and groaned, forcing himself to stand up straight. He couldn't give up now; he was sure Patrick was waiting somewhere and watching as Horatio struggled.
When he finally reached the cargo container he leaned against it for a while to catch his breath. He wanted to scream in frustration when he saw a chain on the door; he should have known it wouldn't be that easy to get Kyle out.
"Kyle!" He managed to yell.
"Dad! Get Ryan!"
"I have to save you too." Horatio gasped.
"Are you hurt?"
"Shot."
"Dad, Ryan will die faster than me!" Kyle yelled from inside, "There are holes at the top of the walls where the smoke gets out, I'll be fine. Ryan needs you!"
"I can't l-leave."
"Yes, dad. Do it. Ryan will drown faster that I will die." Kyle said.
"Team is... o-on the way."
"Good! Now save Ryan!"
Horatio groaned and managed push away from the container. Doing as his son wished; he knew Kyle was right. The only reason Horatio had seen the smoke coming from the container in the first place was because of small ventilation holes. It would forever torture Horatio to know that he had been forced to choose between two people he loved more than anything in the world.
With every step he took his bullet wound hurt like a thousand knives cutting his back. With every step his breathe got shorter and with every step Horatio knew he came closer to death. After what seemed like forever he reached the edge and looked down at the bubbles on the surface of the ocean. Ryan was already completely submerged.
Looking back at the container where his son was, Horatio prayed that if someone higher up was listening they would help him now.
With a deep breath he jumped down in to the water.
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