Disclaimer: I obviously do not own CSI: NY

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own CSI: NY. I just own my car, my laptop and my crazy muse who seems to want to write 4 different stories at a time. I also do own any characters that you do not recognize. You can borrow them if you ask permission first!

A/N: Here's the next chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R. My muse loves the attention. :D The song title is from U2.

Chapter 63.

Sunday Bloody Sunday

When Lydia's plane landed and she disembarked, she squinted until her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight of Spain. She saw Alistair waiting for her and walked quickly towards him. "Hi, you said that you had a big break," she stated simply.

Alistair nodded as she fell in step beside him, striding towards the exit. "The boat was spotted cruising along the shore. We think that they might be returning to the house we first investigated."

"Why not have the Spanish police move in on them?" Lydia queried.

Alistair sighed. "Because they are in international waters. The Spanish police can't do anything and we don't have the people in the area to apprehend them."

Lydia sighed, her frustration evident. "So we just have to wait?"

Alistair nodded. "Yes. Let me take you to the hotel so you can get settled in," he said opening the car door.

Lydia nodded as she slid into the car.

Alexis and Montoya sped away from the yacht on their jet skis with the appearance of calm. Once far enough away, both cut the engines and stared at each other. Alexis looked at Montoya expectantly. When he didn't say anything, she decided to prompt him. "So, how'd you get mixed up with Etienne?"

Montoya sighed. "I was looking to grow the business and a new market opened for weapons. I became his dealer. I was able to get him some rather exclusive items and the people that he works for were rather pleased. Their demands grew and so did my profits, until one day they made a demand." He paused. "They wanted me to work exclusively for them and like a fool, I agreed. I was blinded by greed."

Alexis looked at him, wondering just what type of weapons he had been supplying the group of people with, but from his careful words, she knew that he would not reveal that. "So who are these 'bosses' y'all were talking about?" she asked instead.

Montoya shook his head. "I don't know. I've only talked with two people from the organization. Etienne and an Asian man who never gave me his name. I don't even know the name of the organization. They are very secretive and Etienne is very tight lipped."

Alexis shook her head. "Why? Why would they protect their identity so much?" she mused. "Also, why was he so concerned that you put yourself on the radar with the FBI? I mean, from what I've talked to Cory about, the FBI already had a task force dedicated to your drug smuggling."

Montoya smiled wryly. "Yes, they knew about the drugs, but until she got on the case, they had no idea that I was smuggling the kinds of weapons that I was."

"Why did you go off on Cory so much? Why try to kill her?" she asked softly.

"When I found out that she had become an FBI agent and then saw pictures of her, I realized that there was no chance that she could be my child. I had always hoped for that. I had always hoped that she really was my daughter, but when I saw that she looked so much like your husband, my hope was shattered and I just snapped."

"I tried to tell you, you know. I knew that she wasn't your daughter, but you didn't listen to me."

He sighed again, the waves pushing his jet ski closer to her. "My only regret is getting mixed up with this group."

"Why didn't you get out?"

"Etienne told me that if I chose to break our agreement, then both my sisters would be killed and I couldn't do that. They don't deserve to be casualties of my bad judgment." He stopped for a moment, thinking hard. "That's why I can't let you go. Etienne was not supposed to pick you up at the airport. I never wanted you to meet him. But, now that you know about him, if you ever leave, he will kill you." He closed his eyes a moment. "I am so sorry that I got you mixed up with him."

Alexis bit her lip as she processed everything that Montoya had told her. She still knew that there was no way that she could love him, but she understood him more now. "So am I. I'm going to miss both of my daughter's getting married, the birth of my grandchildren all because you were selfish," she said with some heat in her voice. "I really need to think about this some. I'm going back to the yacht." She turned the Jet Ski back on and gunned the engine, turning it back toward the yacht, still bobbing in the wave.

When she arrived back, she put the Jet Ski back in its dock and climbed onto the boat wearily. Her heart was heavy and she knew that the hope that she had of Montoya letting her go had just floated away in the sea of his revelations. Shaking her head, she quietly made her way towards her room, but stopped when she heard Etienne speaking in the salon. The door was cracked open.

Her curiosity got the best of her and she paused next to the door to listen in since he was speaking in English.

"Yes, sir. I agree sir. He has become a liability. His feelings for that American woman," Etienne said with an obvious sneer, "has compromised his judgment."

There was a pause while Etienne was obviously listening to the other person on the phone. After a few frustrating minutes, he began to speak again. "Yes, sir. If we are going to bring chaos, then I agree that he must be eliminated and with him the woman." There was a short pause. "Yes, sir. I will extract the information from the woman before I kill her. I think I'll make it look like a lover's quarrel," he said with a cold laugh.

Alexis felt chills run down her spine at his words. I've got to warn Alejandro about this. We must escape! She began to creep down the hall, trying to get to her room, so that she could try and plan an escape. She was almost to her room, when a hand clamped down on her shoulder. She was pulled around and stood face to face with Etienne.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Madame, and it will be the death of you as well," he sneered. "I knew you were eavesdropping and I can see that your mind is working overtime to think of an escape, but that is impossible," he said calmly before backhanding her.

She heard his evil laugh as the stars in her vision turned to black and she lost consciousness.

Lydia stared at the surveillance pictures. "You're right, Alistair. It is the same yacht and he must know that we are on to him since he is staying in international waters. The question is how much in the way of supplies do they have? Do you know when they docked last?"

Alistair shook his head. "It's been at least three days. That's when we picked up the trail on them. However, a boat that size could possibly stay at sea for months without stopping for supplies."

Lydia furrowed her brow. "So why then do they hover just out of reach? That's what is puzzling me. I mean, one hundred yards closer and they would be in Spanish waters and we would be able to pick them up."

"I'm not sure, Lydia. That is what has everyone confused. I have the feeling that there is more to this than meets the eye."

"I agree and I think it's time that we have twenty-four hour surveillance on them. Is that even possible?"

Alistair nodded. "Yes, I have series of boats that are going to keep up the surveillance with both video and still pictures. I was just waiting on your opinion before deploying them."

"Good. The sooner that we have this surveillance, the better."

Alistair smiled as he picked up the phone and ordered the boats into position.

Alexis climbed back to consciousness with a groan. Slowly, she became aware of her surroundings, realizing that she was in a small room within the bowels of the yacht. She became conscious of the duck tape covering her mouth and the hardness of the wooden chair she was tied to. As the fog cleared from her brain, she realized that Etienne was no where in sight.

She looked around, making sure she was alone and began to try to wiggle out of the ropes that bound her to the chair. She bit back a hiss of pain as the rope but painfully into the skin of her wrists. She felt blood begin to trickle down her wrists, making the rope slick. She was about to wriggle free when the door opened up. Her eyes quickly focused on the door as she watched Etienne walk in and she shot him a glare.

Etienne calmly closed the door behind and walked over to her, taking the tape off of her mouth.

As soon as the tape was off, Alexis growled, "Let me go you bastard!"

His cold laugh filled the small room. "I think that you know that is impossible, Madame. Now we can do this one of two ways. You can tell me what I need to know freely and I'll make your death a painless one."

"Like that will ever happen," she retorted.

Etienne's eyes grew cold. "Fine. Option two, you will tell me what I need to know and it will be very painful for you," he returned.

She glared at him again. "How about option three. I don't tell you anything and you let me go."

Etienne laughed. "That, Madame, is impossible. So which option will it be?"

"Go to hell in a gilded chariot, Etienne. I refuse to tell you anything."

"Fine. Option number two it is," he returned in a business like fashion as he pulled a gleaming knife out from behind his back.

Alexis started to struggle in earnest, hoping to get her hands free so she could fight him off, but he noticed and backhanded her again. Stars danced in front of her eyes as her head snapped to the left. She tasted the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. She focused her gaze back on him, hatred shining in them, before screaming out in pain as the knife entered her shoulder.

"Tell me. What are your daughter's weaknesses?" he queried.

"Screw you," she spat back.

"Wrong answer," he said as the knife slashed her skin again.

"What. Are. Your. Daughter's. Weaknesses."

"Why in the hell do you want to know, Etienne? You're going to kill me no matter what, so why is Cory important?" she asked, trying not to scream as pain flooded her body.

"She is the key to bypassing some of the security that your beloved America has instigated since September, 11. Plus, she is the one person in the world that could possibly put everything together." He grinned as he ran the knife, without cutting her, along the skin of her throat.

Alexis tried not to flinch. She hoped to keep him talking long enough to escape death. "Why? Why her? Why is she so important?" she implored him.

"She knows too much. She needs to be eliminated and has proven hard to kill, as Montoya found out."

Alexis shook her head, unable to comprehend why someone like him was scared of Cory, but knowing that she could never divulge the information to him. "I'll never tell you. You can never break me," she returned in an equally cold voice.

"Then you die, painfully," he sneered before sinking the knife into her other shoulder. Alexis watched in horror as he withdrew the knife again, her blood decorating the blade. She watched in slow motion as the blade began its descent to towards her throat and knew that she was about to die.

Just before the blade touched her skin, the door flew open to reveal an enraged Montoya. "Get the hell away from her!" he roared.

Etienne flinched but held the knife firm in his hand as he turned to face Montoya. "No. She knows too much, Montoya. She must die."

Montoya advanced on Etienne, like a leopard advancing on his prey. The two men circled each other carefully, before Montoya made a move to disarm Etienne with a carefully placed kick to his hand. The knife clattered across the floor, coming to a rest underneath a table near the wall.

Etienne sneered as he ducked the jab that Montoya threw.

Alexis watched in horror as the two men's blows began to land in earnest, both men landing them with ferocity. Silently she cheered on Montoya as he began to get the upper hand, Etienne's slight build handicapping him. Montoya punched Etienne again, snapping his head back which caused Etienne to lose his balance and crash into the table. He didn't move.

Montoya rushed to Alexis' side and began to untie her, worried about the amount of blood that he saw staining her clothes. He began to curse under his breath in Spanish as he saw she was starting to lose consciousness. "Alexis? Sweetheart, stay with me. Come on, let's get you off this boat," he said, finally freeing her from the rope.

Alexis slumped down in the chair as she felt darkness being to envelope her again. She felt Montoya pick her up, before blacking out.

Montoya looked down at her, then over to Etienne, who was already stirring. He quickly exited the room, intent on getting Alexis to safety before returning to finish off Etienne. On his way to the upper decks, he ran across one of his men. Quickly he said, "Take her and the boat and get as far away from here as you can. Try to make it to shore."

The young mad nodded and followed Montoya to the upper deck. They carefully loaded Alexis onto the boat, being careful not to cause her wounds to start bleeding again. Montoya watched as the boat left and once he was sure that she was safe, he made his way back to the room, only to find it empty.

Shocked he began to search the boat for Etienne, room by room. He had made it to the engine room, when he heard an ominous beeping. He looked behind the some boxes and what he saw made his blood run cold. A bomb.

He began run out of the room, thankful that Alexis was safe.

Alexis awoke to a huge explosion. She sat up, her heart in her throat, not registering the pain that the movement caused. She watched the yacht as a secondary explosion rocked the burning yacht, the shockwave throwing her back to the floor of the speedboat. She never realized that she was screaming out Alejandro.

AN: So, what did everyone think? Did I pique your interest? I actually love this chapter. It really foreshadows some of what is going to happen in the sequel, which is called The War at Home. Hopefully, I'll be able to post the sequel starting after the next chapter (which is the final chapter of DV), but my muse has been vacationing, so I might need to finish a couple of other stories before I can start that! I'll let everyone know!

katydid13 - Yeah, it's somewhat normalish! But considering what I know I've planned in for the sequel, it won't stay normal for long! Thanks!

Soccer-Bitch - Thanks! When are you leaving to take him back? I think it may be a couple of weeks before I can start posting the sequel. My muse is so wrapped up in a couple of other stories that I've started (namely Poisoned Pen and my Harry Potter story) that I want to try to finish those before I can dedicate all my time to the sequel and hopefully my original story!

Maddy - I agree! Sometimes when I write, I can hear the scary movie music in my head! I love Danny, I think he is a romantic! Yeah, Stella had to call her out because it is Cory's bad habit to just shut down when something goes wrong! Hopefully, she can overcome that with Danny's help! I love my shameless plugs! I've listened to the Ceesau CD at least once a day since I've downloaded it!

Axellia - Wow. You did get caught up! Nope, I've been posting 2 to 3 times a weeks. I love the dresses, too. I wish I had the body to wear them! I'd love to have enough money just to give it away like that, too. That was actually based on a guy in the US who does that. He actually took over for another guy that was doing that when the other guy died. It's heartwarming! Nope your muse and my muse are related, so I'm pretty certain that you have a good idea of how everything is related! I want a wedding, too! I'm happy that it only took you an hour to catch up! Hopefully, you'll have the time off to continue to read!!

Aphina - Yeah, it was fun for me to write him saying "Whazzamatter?" because I just can see him doing that! I liked the way you woke Flack up in your fic though! That had me in stitches!!

CSI junkie - Thank you! I'm glad that you enjoy that. I work really hard on the relationship parts, so it makes me happy that I am succeeding! I hope they come to Dallas soon! I so would pay to go see them in concert and not just because Carmine is so hot! I actually like the music too!!