If you have a good name, if you are right more often than you are wrong, if your children respect you, if your grandchildren are glad to see you, if your friends can count on you and you can count on them in time of trouble, if you can face your God and say "I have done my best," then you are a success.

ann landers

In truth a family is what you make it. It is made strong, not by number of heads counted at the dinner table, but by the rituals you help family members create, by the memories you share, by the commitment of time, caring, and love you show to one another, and by the hopes for the future you have as individuals and as a unit.

- Marge Kennedy

Chapter Ten: "Proceting her."

(Horatio's and Rosabella's Hotel Room -- 8:20am)

"Let me see." Eric handed Horatio his cellphone. He read the thearting text to himself, quietly. "We have to procet her. She is number one, Eric. Proceting her is number one, alirght?"

"Yes. How bad was the nightmare?" Eric asked him quitly as he could.

"Bad, Eric. Very bad. She was shaking it was so bad." Horatio said.

Rosabella came in the hotel room with Don floowing behind her. "Ciao bambina." Eric said to her. "Come stai?" (Hey, baby girl. How are you?)

"Avrei potuto essere migliore, Eric. Ma la vita e la vita." (I could be better, Eric. But life is life.)

"Ottimo. Ottimo. Perche e Don qui?" (Very good. Very good. Why is Don here?)

"Vuole parlare con pap , Eric. Nessuna fermata a parlare. Egli non come quando qualcuno non pu capire." She snapped at him. She knew how it felt not to understand someone. It sucked. (Wants to talk to papa, Eric. Now stop talking. He does not like it when can't understand someone.)

"Sia di boi essere tranquilla!!" Horatio shouted at them. "Si stanno combattendo come i due." (Both of you be quiet. You are fighting like your two.) He turned to Don, was just standing there. "Can we help you, Dectivce Flack?"

"Can we talk to outside?" He asked.

"Sure. I'll be right back, Rosabella. Be good you guys." Horatio told them.

She laughed and grabbed Eric's soda from his hand. "Hey!" He yelled.

"Grazie bello!" She smiled.

Rosabella didn't know how much she missed Eric. She still remember the dreams she had when she was kinapped of him. "I love you." She said suddenly.

Eric turned to her. "Ti amo troppo bambina. Tu sei il mia angela, Rosabella. Ho perso un sacca." He siad to her. HE hugged her. (I love you too, baby girl. You are my angel, Rosabella. I missed you alot)

"Eric called Mac today. He looked into the text message. It was a pre-paid cellphone. We called it no one anwsered. And we can't get a trace. Sorry. Do you want us to put someone on her?" He asked Horatio.

"No. We can procet her."