A/N: Thank you for all the reads!!
It's almost finished and I hope you like this and the conclusion of this fanfic!
Horatio, Mac and their respective CSIs (c) CBS, Daikonran and Secondet (c) my sister
20, Subpoena
Horatio scrutinized the surgical theater from the safety of the reinforced door and observed its sleeping occupant. He then carefully opened the gate and entered the room with caution. Both Eric and Calleigh accompanied him inside, unbeknownst of whomever was with them.
"Nothing's here besides the body, H." Delko stated. Unconvinced, Horatio tugged the sheet in a sharp angle and exposed the victim in a gruesome light. Her eyes were shrieks of terror; mouth taped to the table and police issue handcuffs restrained her limbs. The nameless woman was opened and several items were missing in her chest cavity nonetheless she was still trembling. Duquesne turned her sights away in sheer disgust; this was a torture cell. Her realization came too late; she suddenly felt two gravitational drops of saliva land around her collar. Calleigh lifted her gun to the roof and met two blood-red eyes.
Otis landed roughly on top of the ballistics, causing her shriek to be muffled by his ravenous hands. Eric immediately fired two shots at the abomination, reverting its attention from the woman to the male CSIs just beside her. Stuart flashed his new appearance, hissing animal flesh to the floor. He then lounged towards Eric's position on all fours, aiming straight to the neck. Out of nowhere, Horatio tackled Otis to the ground while Delko reached out to help Calleigh.
Calleigh appeared unconscious, her collarbone slit open by Stuart's claws. "She's out cold!"
Caine landed a quick but powerful jab onto the monster's jaw before yelling, "Get her and the ER officers out through the emergency exit, now!"
Without questioning, Eric quickly nodded, picked up his fallen partner and ran as fast as he could to the theater exit. Otis saw this opportunity and slashed Horatio's face, completely missing the target but finally getting him off. The lieutenant instantly grabbed his gun and aimed, only to have the weapon tossed aside by another of Marla's cohorts he recognized.
"Jessop…good to see you again." Horatio spat while he picked up a discarded scalpel and jammed it into the dead officer's face with guided accuracy. While the former writhed in pain, Caine retook his gun and shot three times, ceasing the man's movement. Otis disappeared into the roof's lighting railings, now each shadowing the other's next move.
Eric rushed as Calleigh's wavering consciousness attracted an untold number of servants. Her blood stained the rear side of his dark blue cotton shirt, carrying her on his back was the quickest way out. The Cuban investigator had also grabbed Horatio's receiver and with it he screamed to Frank,
"Frank! Get an ambulance, right now!"
Over at the makeshift station, Detective Tripp was momentarily relieved that Eric had answered alive but sobered up at the request. Once the order was out, Delko sped through the neglected Emergency Room. He knew he had very little time to warn the Special Force officers so he simply yelled the alert. He got a groan as a response and with his consistent speed rushed to the source.
One of the two officers sent into the ER was gravely wounded, a rusty pipe sticking out of his abdomen while the other had been trying to find help. Without letting Calleigh go; Eric asked if the injured man could walk. Unable to remove his facial helmet, he nodded and shakily stood up. His partner, a concealed female who apparently had not been injured, rushed to help her partner out while Delko lead the way to the awaiting ambulances just beyond the abandoned hospital.
At least we have other survivors…Calleigh, please hold on.
"I promised you I'd capture you again." Horatio remembered, his sight keeping track of Stuart as he snaked his way to the farthest corner. He fired a warning shot, barely grazing Otis' right ankle. He got a snarl as a response and quickly fired to the origin. The lieutenant heard a yelp of pain and dashed to the ailing bloodsucker. Otis quickly recovered and savagely bit into Horatio's already injured forearm. He suffered for a split second before he shoved the monster a mouthful of his shoe.
Caine placed his gun on Otis' left temple and clicked the barrel for the next bullet. He neared his mouth onto the parasite's ear and whispered, "I always keep my promises."
Stuart managed to laugh through the pain. "There's always a first." Hearing this, Horatio worried straight away. "What do you mean?" Suddenly his cell phone rang. Otis smirked, "Answer it, I'm not going anywhere."
At the same time, as Calleigh was loaded into the awaiting ambulance, Frank patted Eric on the back. Delko had relayed Horatio's order to the detective while medical assistance arrived, both very unsure of the lieutenant's safety.
"If he could escape a mansion of dead people, Otis is cakewalk." The Texas native stated in an attempt to comfort the CSI. Eric appreciated the help and with a fast shake of hands, he hopped on the passenger seat.
The uninjured female officer relayed all the facts that she remembered from the attack to Harriet while another took notes. But just as she finished, the officer requested a cellphone. "I have to inform my partner's family. We're very close."
Stunned at the brutality that her men had experienced, McGraw allowed the call to go through. The officer walked to a more isolated spot of the camp and dialed with lightning-fast speed. She waited three dial tones until a familiar voice answered,
"Horatio Caine."
"Let's talk, my fallen angel." There was a hint of cynicism in her voice as the lieutenant recognized the speaker.
"There's nothing to talk, Marla. We're going to capture you…"
"Don't start with that 'bring-me-to-justice' bullshit. You of all people know this." Marla spat while toying with her hair. "Now listen to me; you are going to smuggle Otis out of that hellhole or that blonde slut gets a shot of rat poison."
Caine paled, so many variables had just inverted and now he was the pawn. Kicking Otis' smile from his face, he took out a small cross from his breast jacket and placed it on his left arm, pinning the monster while he talked on the phone. "And how do you propose I do that when the hospital is crawling with your experiments?"
Marla giggled maliciously, "You found Lili? I knew you'd like her. I made her myself."
"I can see the detail." One could doubt the familiarity in which the conversation was taking shape but Horatio felt only the sense of revenge. "Speed was a cute addition. Really felt my heart tug with that one."
"Sadly, Timothy Speedle is a complete failure; you can keep him, no strings attached. Anyways, about Stuart," Ruez could picture Horatio's innards squirm at the thought of setting the child murderer free. "Put him in a black body bag and tell whoever is in charge that he's dead, you killed him, end of story. If you don't, my subordinate over at the hospital will in fact kill her, that Cuban guy and everyone else in the building. And you know better than to test me when it comes to you blood bags. "
The lieutenant stared at the monster and sighed resigned. "I'll be there in 5 minutes."
"I'll be waiting."
"Well, Mac, as far as I'm concerned, you're in great health and I have no explanation to the symptoms you've told me. Maybe you were hallucinating from the bullet that penetrated your left eye." Daikonran concluded as he ripped the hygienic tissue from his examination bed and tossed it aside. "But all signs point to a counter-race exposure."
"In English?" Taylor retorted while slipping his suit jacket back on.
"You probably encountered someone that cancels out your demon prowess, something that is your specific opposite." Suddenly, Kino's residence beeper went off, cutting the visit short. "Well, gotta go. You help yourself to a lollipop while I go to the ER and earn my day's pay."
Mac grinned, took a cherry-flavored pop and shook the younger man's hand. "Thanks doc; I'll go say hi to Sexie and the kids and finally enjoy this place for the next twelve days."
"I recommend the Aqua Vitae restaurant over at Sunset Strip, best Caribbean food made by ACTUAL Haitian chefs, I know blasphemy; and the Sweet Decadent Life club for the nightlife."
The New Yorker decided to go along with Kino, only to stop dead in his tracks at whom he was about to attend. Daikonran's face blanked and almost intuitively pinpointed Calleigh Duquesne's wounds as he sprinted on to the scene; plenty of cardiovascular vessels were nicked, alone not serious but collectively a threat to her health. Excessive bleeding from said injuries were telltale signs that they were arteries. At his normally lazy and irresponsible interns who slouched and chattered while he taught because of his young age, Daikonran yelled while examining Calleigh's heart with his stethoscope,
"LEROY, GET ME 150 cc OF BLOOD TYPE AB+; JENNA, GET ME A IV 400 mL COUNT OF ANTIBIOTIC, THE REST OF YOU GET TO WORK ON THAT PIPE NEXT DOOR, NOW!"
They stood unresponsive and stoic, as if the order wasn't for them. Mac watched as Daikonran murmured other orders to the ER nurses, practically stomp his way to the snobbish group and berate them in such a way that they were sorry they didn't do as they were told on the first try. Almost thirty seconds, Eric met up with the Yankee detective.
"Is Calleigh ok?" he asked while his partner was stabilized and slept soundly. Kino pulled himself from the situation and replied with a much more calm voice while the IV dripped away.
"She'll be fine, she's a fighter. Apparently, all the blood that she lost was from all the superficial vessels, which pump out a lot but not enough to be catastrophic and not the pulmonary ones as I previously thought. She'll be walking out of her a little weakened but she'll be back to her cheery self by tomorrow's coffee break." Daikonran sighed reassured. Mac, on the other hand, could smell the scent of undead just besides the sleeping woman.
Horatio could hear Stuart's humiliating laugh as he dragged the abomination across the ER Hall. He could see the bodies from which Marla and her subordinate had stolen the uniforms, tossed aside like broken mannequins, while the vampire eluded capture disguising herself and risking it all by heading into the sunlight. Once he was out, he signaled the rest of the Special Assault team to pick him up.
A relieved Frank greeted him while they took away the black body bag. "Take him to the Miami-DADE lab." Horatio ordered ruefully.
"You seriously have nine lives, Horatio." Tripp commented, scratching the back of his head. Caine didn't have the heart to tell him that this was just an elaborate hoax to protect Calleigh and Delko. He prayed silently that she would be fine, that the seductress kept the end of her bargain.
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