Police cars lined the way both in front of the CSI Hummer and behind it. This time, Horatio was behind the wheel. Sirens and lights filled the night sky as the long caravan sped along the freeway. Calleigh almost had to yell from the passenger seat just so Horatio could here her over the high-pitched whine of sirens.

"The call originated from an abandoned warehouse only a few miles from here. Looks like he slipped up," Calleigh smiled at Horatio.

But Horatio couldn't return the smile. It wasn't like Ron Saris to accidentally overlook the phone tracing capabilities of the Miami-Dade police department. Something bothered him about the situation. It made him grimace.

Calleigh saw the grim look on Horatio's face and frowned. "What? What is it H?"

Horatio shook his head silently. "I won't know for sure until I get there," he said.

Kyle's head dipped and then jerked back up. He had been fighting sleep for the last hour, determined to stay awake and watch over his mother's almost lifeless figure and to keep on guard for the two thugs and whatever their next move might be. But the pounding headache in his temple that was a remnant of Ron's earlier pistol whipping had finally gotten the better of him, and when sleep beckoned, he found himself craving the reprieve that sleep might give. It was hard to find comfort sitting on the cold concrete with hands tied tightly behind him, but nonetheless, his chin finally hit his chest and his eyelids fluttered close.

He had no idea how long he slept, if at all, when the sound of approaching footsteps roused him. He slowly opened his eyes and winced at the tightness in his neck from drifting off at such an odd angle. His eyes noticed the concrete floor first and the shiny white loafers next. His eyes trailed up the white pleated pants, the bright pink t-shirt and white blazer and finally onto Ron Saris' smirking face.

"Morning sunshine. Sleep well?"

Kyle glared at him. "You do realize that Miami Vice was cancelled like 25 years ago, right?"

Ron's eyebrows knitted together in the middle of his forehead while he processed Kyle's words. He frowned deeply when he finally got it. "Smartass," he muttered before turning away. He stood over Julia's prone form, studying her for a moment. Kyle's pulse quickened; he began to fidget against his restraints in a feverish need to protect her. But Ron eventually turned away from her two and walked over to the two bodyguards still sitting at the card table. He began to speak to them; too quietly for Kyle to hear. He saw the two men nod, occasionally shooting him and Julia quick glances while Ron spoke. Something was going to happen to them, and Kyle guessed it wouldn't be much longer before they made their move. He looked over at his mother and whispered to her urgently.

"Mom! Mom, you need to wake up. Can you hear me?"

Her shoulders twitched and she moaned slightly. The sound made Kyle hopeful.

"Mom, wake up! Open your eyes!" He urged.

Julia's head flopped over to the side, facing Kyle, but her eyelids looked like they weighed 10 pounds as she fought to open them fully and keep them there. Finally, she focused groggily on her son.

"Are you...alright?" She slurred her words slightly.

Kyle nodded, smiling in relief. "We need to get out of here," he said seriously.

Julia groaned, and her eyelids drooped slightly. "I'm...tied up," she murmured.

"Me too," Kyle said. "But we need to figure something out before-"

"Before what?" Ron interrupted loudly.

Kyle froze with wide eyes. The group had stopped talking and now stared at him from the table. Ron walked over and noticed that Julia was awake.

"'Bout time you woke up princess. I'd hate for you to miss all the fun." He nudged her bare leg with his foot.

Julia gave him an odd little smile and even laughed breathlessly.

Ron cocked his head at her. "What's so funny?"

Julia laughed a little more before settling down. "You. You are so...dead. Horatio's going to find you, and when he does-"

Ron was on her quicker than a viper, crouching over her and pulling her head back by a strong grip in her long blonde hair. "Say his name again, Jules. What's he gonna do, huh?"

Julia cringed against the pull on her scalp, but continued to smile at him nonetheless. "Horatio's going to kill you Ron."

Ron's face softened into a smile as he caressed her cheek almost lovingly. "Aw, no sugar. That ain't gonna happen. Horatio isn't gonna rescue you or your brat. Hes never gonna make it. And by the time I'm done with him, they're gonna have problems collecting all the pieces of Horatio Caine."

He pulled out a cell phone from his pocket and began dialling.

The warehouse was close to the waterline, bordering on marshland and well hidden off the main roads by a long driveway encased on both sides with tall trees and overgrown bush. There were no other buildings close by and from the looks of it, no vehicles parked in front.

The police parked a safe distance away and crept towards the dilapidated warehouse with guns drawn. Horatio glanced about him warily. His instincts were buzzing with foreboding. As he approached the door, he waved at the other police to stay back and allow him to take the lead. He carefully pushed the metal door open and entered gun first. Silently, he walked into the warehouse, straining to hear any signs of life in the pitch black. He glanced quickly around, noted the size and emptiness of the warehouse, the few barrels haphazardly placed about and the sheer lack of any light. In the middle of the warehouse was a lone barrel and on top of it was a small object. Horatio walked towards it, gun still held high.

It was Kyle's cell phone. Horatio was about to pick it up, when his instincts finally screamed at him. He looked down, took stock of the barrel beneath the phone and the absence of Ron Saris or anyone else, and belatedly realized what he had been dreading from the start. He had walked into a trap.

The cell phone on top of the barrel rang. Horatio's eyes widened and then he spun, running full tilt for the door and pushing both Calleigh and Frank Tripp out of the doorway as he ran.

"Go, go!" he screamed at them. "Everyone get down!"

The warehouse exploded, showering the earth with metal, wood and other debris and lighting up the night sky in a brilliant orange cloud of flame.