Chapter 4: On The Move - part one

The most dreadful hours of her life went by second after second. She couldn't stop pacing her condo from kitchen to sitting area to bedroom and back again; she was still in her work clothes. She was worried. Eric, who was in the couch, watched and tried to stop her as she nervously took out her phone dialing Jake's number.

"Calleigh, you need to stop now, come and sit down please. Think about the baby..."

"Eric, the child is kicking me constantly and I don't wanna sit down!" she cried, literally, with the phone at her ears waiting. He sighed and gave up. Then almost on cue, Jake unlocked the door and came in. "Oh, Jake!" she rushed into his arms.

"Calleigh, jeeze, be careful you'll hurt yourself. You left me ten messages already, what the hell is going on? I honestly thought you were in labour or something!" He was confused until Eric went up to him.

"Marc escaped and the rest of the team is searching for him... I gotta go," he said brushing her on the shoulder and left.

"It's okay, you know Horatio knows what he's doing, babe..." Jake gave in to her sobbing on his suit.

The prison was packed with all the murders, theives and every bad thing that happened in life. Most of them leaned against the metal bars screwing up their dirty faces as he walked by. Eric grimaced at them keeping his distance in the grey hall. In the middle of this he came upon sunlight shining from an enormus gap in the wall. He saw Ryan in the cell searching for evidence.

"Hey, man, what took you so long?" he immediately asked. The cuban placed his kit on the floor and began to take out his supplies.

"I was with Calleigh, remember?" he joined him with his flashlight.

"How is she?"

"Not so good," he put an end to the conversation about their colleague. "Hey check this out." Eric found a cell phone under the lower bunk bed.

"Maybe that's how Marc got out: called and asked for help," Ryan suggested, "but how could a guy get someone to blow up a prison wall, or even get a cell phone in here?"

"Links, Wolfe, these people in here have links everywhere, if they need something, they get it... How'd you think Kyle got the phone?"

"One of the guys gave him," he realized.

"Where's H.?" he asked and Ryan pointed through the hole. The boss was standing in the sun with his shades on pondering. Then he noticed Eric moving towards him.

"Sir?"

"Yeah, H., I found a cell phone, I think this is how Marc got contact with persons out of jail. Any idea how the hole was made?"

"Security said, that he heard big bangs, several big bangs," he thought, "get the phone to the lab and I'll have Mr. Wolfe search for more clues." Eric nodded and left.

He got right on to recovering prints from the evidence he found. After putting it into the glass container and the chemicals reacted causing the smoke to fill the container. A few minutes after he took out the phone: there were no prints to be found. Eric sighed and leaned against the table.

"Bad news?" Natalia popped up behind him.

"Yup, no prints, just smudges."

"What about calls made or received?"

"I checked and it turned up nothing."

"That's weird."

"What now?"

"Hm, wait and see what Ryan comes up with," she suggested exiting the lab.

Still at the prison, Ryan began searching for witnesses who could hopefully guide him in finding the accomplice. He searched so much that he had to rely on the oh so unreliable prisoners.

"Yo I saw nothing, man, I was sleeping," the young black prisoner said to him. This was unbelievable because the guy's cell was directly in front of the hole.

"C'mon give me something to go on," Ryan slightly begged.

"Why? You guys are the reason I'm in here in tha first place, I was innnocent, I aint giving no po po no info., you trippin' man."

"So much for you sleeping, you've just stated that you know what happened." The prisoner sat down on his bunk. "Well, okay, but think about it: you are still in here, left to stare at the big hole with the nice, hot, sunshine in front of you and can't do a thing to get out, while two guilty men are running around free. It must feel horrible to be innocent and still trapped in here." The man exhailed angrily.

"It was one of the guards! I saw him running away after the explosion..." The C.S.I. walked away with some satisfaction, and he continued, "...hey, you beta catch 'em now!"

So Ryan got together Natalia and Eric and a list of all the guards working in the morning shift and interrogated them. Nothing was coming up so far but they tried harder; they couldn't let this one get away. The two figured they'd check the guards on the roof while Eric was inside.

"Not much up here," Wolfe came through the door with his kit followed by her. It was only a wide platform of concrete with some men in uniform and weapons at every edge pacing back and forth. They payed the C.S.I.s no attention as they walked pass them.

"Yeah," she agreed as they looked around, "hey look at this one." She pointed out one that was limping slightly and the dried droplets of blood on the ground.

"That musta hurt," Ryan stopped him from moving, "how'd you get it?"

"I tripped," he stared grimly at him and began walking again.

"Yeah, it didn't have anything to do with the incident downstairs?" Natalia asked folding her arms.

"All I heard was an explosion, didn't see anyone," he kept on pacing.

"Let me see it," Ryan said and the guard stopped, looking very annoyed. There was blood partcially dried on a huge cut near his ankle. He stooped down to get a better look then he pulled his foot away. Ryan gazed up at him, "There's a dark substance in it, could be from the bomb. You were down there."

"No, I was up here patrolling," he insisted.

"Then you wouldn't mind us taking a swab of it and carrying it back to our lab?" she said. He shook his head and Ryan put on gloves and started to collect it. "And I'd like you to come to interrogation."

"Yes, unless you have a warrant, I can't leave," he replied sternly.

"Then we'll come back," Ryan stood up and left with her.

Back at the crime lab Natalia was processing the evidence in the lab when Horatio came out of the elevator and joined her.

"Miss. Boa Vista, what've you got?" he asked.

"I processed the substance that Ryan got from the guard's leg - and it has titanium particles, like the one's at our crime scene."

"So he was there, where's Mr. Wolfe now?" he queried. She only shrugged.

"He followed me here then he disappeared..." she was interrupted by a call on his phone...

"One second - Horatio?"

"H.," Eric shouted, "there was a call out that patrol spotted the prisoners running from a mini mart..."

"Okay, Eric send me that location and meet me there," he hung up and turned to her, "I gotta go." She watched him rush out.

In about ten minutes Horatio drove up to the store. He got out seeing two hummers and his made three. Eric was kneeling on the ground leaning over a man who was lying on the ground.

"Eric! Is he alive?" he raced up to him and knelt. His brother looked at him with a disturbed face, and he nodded slowly.

"They beat him up, H.," he said melancholy and they both looked down on him. For the first time Horatio noticed it was Ryan. He was unconcious with blood smeared along his face. Sounds of the ambulance's sirens began flaring up and became louder and louder.

"They won't get away, Eric, not ever," he stood and walked away putting on his shades.