Chapter 7: Mine

The place was huge and gloomy and lonely. It was dark and brought a sense of unhopefullness. Mike shut the door behind them. Mark held her hands behind her as if they were cuffed. She walked slowly in front of him looking around her. Suddenly he got fed up and pushed her to the ground. Calleigh winced and crying out loud. He knelt down beside her and tying the cloth around her mouth this time. When he looked back he saw the doctor still at the door watching.

"Get over here, now!" he shouted turning back to her, "shhhh." He went behind her stroking her hair. Mike knelt in front of her with his head down. "What's up doc., tired? I know you've done operations before, six hours straight! You better do this one right!" He tossed him the pocket knife. Suddenly she began flinching and Marc held her hands down onto the cold ground. "Stop screaming, Calleigh, it'll only hurt just a little bit." He stared at him shaking nervously. "What are you waiting for, the cops? Do it, now!" The doctor stared at her still trembling then he took a deep breath.

"Keep still," Marc warned kissing her on the forehead. He lifted her night gown and placed one hand on her stomach and the blade of the knife below it. As it touched her skin she squeezed her eyes shut - then Mike froze. "What is it?" he asked. He glanced up at him:

"Her water broke." They both looked at her eyes open and wince again.

"Still do it," he urged.

"B-b-but, we don't have to, just let me do it the other way..."

"You are waisting time!"

"Just please, it's easier - please," he begged for her sake. Finally he nodded then Mike took control. He put the knife aside and pulled the cloth from her mouth.

"Please," she started pantting, "Please, don't hurt my baby!"

The C.S.I.s drove along quickly to the location and suddenly the red dot began to blink again. It showed that the car was now moving north-east of Miami. Horatio took notice fast.

"The signal is back on again, I repeat they are on the move," he made a call out to back-up.

"What do we do, H.?" Natalia asked quickly as they came upon the spot that the vehicle had stopped.

"You guys stop there to see what went on and we'll follow Marc," he ordered.

"Okay," she parked outside the colassal building and the others speeded by. The two got out of the hummer and ran towards it.

"Stay back," Ryan whispered as he cocked his new gun then they entered. He searched the place quickly then let down his guard when there was no one there. Natalia pushed pass him and ran over to a body on floor.

"Calleigh, are you okay?" she checked her pulse, "Ryan, she's still breathing!" He quickly called an ambulance and stood at a distance looking away from the sad yet disgusting sight of his dear friend on the floor. "Ryan?" she called out to him in an unhappy tone.

"Yeah?"

"The baby's gone."

The others were still on the chase up until four that morning. Now sleep wasn't their first priority, it was their second and that rapist/kidnapper was first. They were on the highway just a short distance away from them with their sirens blaring...

Marc was now driving and nervously looking at the mirror beside him. He saw the hummer along with three radio cars on their tail. Mike sat in the back seat with the baby in a blanket in his arms wailing its little heart out while he tried to calm it down.

"Look what you made me do! If you had done it the other way we wouldn't have this damn problem!" he complained then he saw two more police cars enclosing him in the front giving him no choice but to step on the brakes. When the car ceased they were surrounded by the cars' gleaming headlights, the officers with their shot guns pointing at them and a helicopter hovered over head.

"Step out of the vehicle, now!" an officer commanded over a microphone, "come out or we'll shoot!" Still Marc refused to come out. They waited a while in the wind created by the helicopter.

"No!" they heard a shout then saw Jake coming towards the car in the middle of the guns. He opened the back door and reached inside. Mike willingly handed the baby over:

"Take care of her." Jake stared at him realizing he had no intention of harming Calleigh's baby. Slowly he came out and one of the officers proceeded into the car and dragged Lasker out.

"What are you doing with my baby!" Marc fought the officer that was arresting him. He kicked and carried on badly. "That's my baby, mine!" he got shoved into the car. All Jake could do was stare.

"Jake!" Eric called running up to him, "an amublace is here, come on." They walked over to the paramedics where they were examining her. He sat on the edge of the vehicle:

"It's a girl, with beautiful blonde hair, just like her mother," Jake looked at Eric smiling, "I'm just glad this is over."

"Good job."

"You too." They shook hands.

Sometime later Calleigh awoke. Her weary eyes scanned the hospital room. She was in a bed with Natalia was on her left with her head resting against the bed and Ryan was sitting on a chair in far side of the room. Alexx, to her right, was holding her hand and very much awake. Then she realized that her stomach felt empty like a bag of air and she began to weep.

"Calleigh?" Alexx whispered.

"Where's my baby?" At that same moment Jake entered the room followed by Eric with the pink seven pounds in his arms. She stared at him in amazement as he handed her over. She cooed softly in her arms and Calleigh smiled.

"Hey there," she let her tiny fingers grasp her thumb. And when she looked up everyone was looking back including Horatio. "Thank you."