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By noon the next day, Rick had talked to Hotchner and contacted the Miami field office to try to get them out of the lab. He had even contacted Strauss, and for once Horatio appreciated his efforts. Even if anyone had seen Jack, the Feds scared them off.

Horatio did not want anyone to put in tips, he didn't want to make the kid more miserable. Benny would take care of him, even if they were in one of the most dangerous parts of the city. He knew most gangs would not hurt kids, but the same did not go for the Russian mob. He had too many children held as colateral by the group.

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"Where did you send Jack?" Horatio located Benny, at the dock in which she worked.

"Fort Lauderdale." She said, sorting good crabs from bad.

"Who is he with?"

"A nice rich couple."

"Do you think they'd keep him?"

"Probably. I could probably also squeeze a quarter mil out of them."

"Don't get into that game Benny."

"I know."

"Do they know the circumstances?"

"I haven't told them anything."

"If they are willing to take the risk it would be good for him to remain there."

"I'll talk to them, once the Feds clear out. Have you made any headway with that?"

"Stetler has been rattling cages, bothering Hotchner, and overall complaining to who he can. So far he hasn't hit the right nerve."

"Isn't there a field office around here?"

"Yes, but they insist on staying in my lab."

"Just your luck huh?"

"Yes. Rossi followed me to a few blocks within the hotel area. I think he has a lot to do with staying."

"You need to watch yourself, those guys are too smart for their own good."

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Jack sat in the backyard, just swinging on the large swingset behind the home. The house was three stories tall, modern in appearance, but it had distinct style. The walls were a terra cotta sort of brown, with brown trim and a brown roof. The windows were large, and reflected the blue of the ocean and the white foam on the waves rolling in front of him.

Bill and Larissa were nice people, and he would love to stay there. The plane ride up to Fort Lauderdale was thrilling, and he hoped Bill might teach him how to fly one day. The private airstrip was only a few miles away, and so was the nearest neighbor. His eyes followed the Crane that flew up out of the cat tails down the shore, and was followed by pipers.

The couple wanted to know why he needed to get out of Miami, but all Jack would say was, 'it's a long story,' and walk away. Besides, Benny could tell them what they wanted.