Wow! Guys, thanks for the reviews. (Note: I said that Alexsander was sent to the hospital and in the episode he was sent to jail... so I put in both, okay? And Ken is the guy from Smoke Gets In Your CSIs who did the ballistics.) R&R!

A glass had been broken. The two definately froze in shock waiting on another warning sign. Soon they heard a scream from inside, "Oh my God!" Ryan drew his weapon and burst through the door...

... Quietness surrounded them as they entered. Both had their gun aimed and ready for any attack. At first sight nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until they crept over to the living room. Ryan spotted an overturned vase in pieces on the tiled floor beside its table. A few of its pieces spread further across the floor from impact leading to the stairs. He eyed Natalia briefly before stealthily going up them.

At the top of the stairscase were two rooms ahead and two more to the right down the hall. She went ahead and he snuck down the hall. She heard faint weeping coming from the bedroom. First she checked the bathroom for any danger then ran into the room.

Calleigh was found across from the bed on the floor, leaning against the wall and her feet spread out on the carpet. She was crying into her hands. Across from her was her silver gun lying in shards of glass in front of the chest of drawers. A mirror without its face hung trembling on the wall above it.

"Calleigh?" she holdstered her own gun. Calleigh looked up from her drenched palms with a swollen ruby face, then hid again. "What happened? Are you hurt?" She went over to her and knelt beside her waiting on an answer. Then Ryan hurried in.

"All clear, he must've gotten away," he said, discovering the scene before him, "Calleigh, are you okay?"

"I've been asking her that, but she won't answer." Natalia gazed down at her colleage. She huffed and took steady breaths, shaking on the spot.

"C'mon, Calleigh it's us," Ryan knelt in front of her, "tell us what happened, are you hurt, anything?"

"No," she mumbled.

"Did you get a good look at this guy?"

"No..." she mumbled something again.

"What?"

"No... there was no guy," she removed her palms for a moment then dived back into them sobbing. Natalia and Ryan shared a worried look. She continued, "I shot him." What? They thought of her words then it all made sense: Eric.

"Calleigh-"

"I shot him, in the shootout - and when Horatio found Sharova he said Eric was bleeding and he lost control of the car - and we can't find him... I just got so angry with myself, I," she looked away from her gun as she spoke. Then quickly she wiped off her face with her sleeves but her eyes never ceased to produced more tears. Natalia stroked her tousilled blonde hair.

"I shot him," she burst out in jerking sobs. Natalia pulled her into a hug.

"Hey, we're not entirely sure that your bullet hit him," Ryan reassured.

"It was an accident," Natalia added.

"Even, even if I didn't, he's still bleeding and in pain... and it's all my fault." Her colleagues had never known Calleigh to be a 'crier', but now her walls came crashing down. She blamed herself, and until they found Eric she'd never stop feeling horrible and now she was down right confused.

"We're all on the case, we went to the scene and collected evidence that we're gonna work on," Ryan eased. She just squeezed her eyes shut, riding them of hot tears. His phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket and he retrieved it.

"Sorry," he stepped out the room and answered, "Horatio?"

"Mr. Wolfe, where are you?"

"I'm at Calleigh's," Ryan peeked at Natalia still comforting her.

"Is she alright?"

"She's upset and blames herself for shooting Eric. But H., we're not completely sure that she did."

"That's why I need you down here, Mr. Wolfe."

"Yeah, H. I'm on my way."

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A long bullet on the backseat of the car, one in the door, a hole through a windscreen, blood splattered on the car seat and on a deflated air bag. These were some of the pictures upon the lighted wall. Ryan leaned against the white table dressed in his lab coat. He stared at them with his chin resting on his fist. Soon footsteps brought him out of concentration. He looked back.

"Mr. Wolfe, what have we got?" Horatio joined him.

"Well, these are the crime scene photos. I left the blood sample Natalia collected in D.N.A and Ken is running stria. on the bullets we found. Now at first I was gonna run them because they more than likely came from the shootout and we shot down the Russians... but Natalia and I believe that at least one of them escaped without us knowing."

"So you'd like to eliminate the dead men. Mr. Wolfe, where's Ms. BoaVista?

"I left her with Calleigh," he gave him a sad look, "H., she's pretty shaken up." Slowly Horatio nodded while looking down at his glasses. His head suddenly shot back up.

"Mr. Wolfe, did you get a match on the car treads?"

"No, we already know it's Eric's car."

"No, look closely," he pointed out the photo, "the patterns are different." Ryan soon realised the two treads bisecting each other.

"Yeah, there's two... how did I miss that?" he questioned himself.

"We're human - go run them now." Ryan disappeared quickly meanwhile Valera and Ken came through the door.

"Lieutenant, I ran the blood sample Ryan gave me through codis and it's a match to Eric," she stated.

"And the striations didn't match any of the guns from the scene or any from the database. However, I can tell you that they are from the same type of gun," Ken informed.

"So Mr. Wolfe was right, there's a possibility that at least one man wasn't killed. Thank you." The two went on their way. Horatio quickly took out his cell phone.

"Frank, get Sharova outta jail, please."

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Horatio paced with hands on his hips in front of interrogation. Sharova, in his orange suit, along with Frank awaited there.

"H.," Ryan raced up to him, "I got a match to a Chevrolete Tahoe, like the one that pushed the ambulance into the road. I sent out a bollo."

"Good."

They entered the room and got started immediately. Alexsander sat around the opposite side of the table staring at them.

"You bring me here to talk about Eric?" he asked resting his palms on the table. His accent was pronounced.

"I brougth you here, to ask you about the shootout."

"I know nothing about it."

"You will when you get a life sentense. You told me that Eric was sneaking you out before you committed a crime. What was it?"

Sharova sighed and answered, "I don't know."

"Speak up or Eric is gonna die!" Frank shouted.

"He was repaying you - I'm sure it would hurt to know that your son died because of your own doing," Ryan added.

"Look, they were about to tell me what to do, but then you guys showed up. The Russians hurried out with the guns during the gunfire. That's when he came. I told him to get out before they saw him, but he refused - I had to leave with him. We got away from them but then he lost control of the car." They believed the old man.

"What were the guns for?" Horatio tried.

"Something big, I don't know, I was only there for a few mintues."

Their eyes cut into him as if they never believed. "They only use me whenever the job is simple, or if they want something secretive to be done, because I look American and nobody will know that something's going on."

Ryan turned to Horatio in amazement who nodded to Frank and he walked Sharova out.

"They might use Eric."