(A/N): Whoo! Next chapter! Sorry I got this later then I hoped for, but here it is! I had a bit of a harder time getting this one out, but here it is!

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI Miami… sigh

Chapter Seven

Jesse's POV…

It was a few minutes in when I felt the truck moving below my feet. Lurching forward, I almost lost my footing as I stumbled along the slick floor. I cursed under my breath, trying to gain my balance as I felt the truck move along the winding back road. I gave the door a good kick again. Still nothing.

I saw a metal bolt on the other side that was as thick enough to hold in the Hulk before I was pushed in. Sighing in defeat, I knew that I wouldn't be able to break it down. Not in my conditions at least.

I walked around the freezer, trying to get warm enough to control my shivers. Even my hands were trembling, even though they were tied so strongly it felt as though they were glued together. I realized I couldn't feel my toes; the only thing I felt was a strange tingling feeling that shot through my legs. But all I could do was uselessly pace the small confined space, my body shaking at every step.

Ryan's POV…

We walked through the warehouse silently, unsure of what to expect. I motioned Calleigh to the one side of the warehouse, and for Natalia to go up the stairs. They nodded and branched out, stalking along the echoey halls. I cautiously walked around the middle of the warehouse, looking to the sides at the lurking shadows around the corners. The building wasn't too big, and we went through a brief sweep in a few minutes. Once the other two shouted out, "Clear!" I made my way back to the center of the warehouse, holstering my gun.

Natalia and Calleigh walked toward me, their eyebrows furrowed at the chair sitting in the middle of the large room, a puddle sitting around it. I kneeled down, squinting at it. "The chair's still dripping," I commented, and got up. "They were just here."

"Well, the question is who's the 'they'?" Natalia mumbled under her breath, glancing around the storage house. Calleigh bent down, examining the chair as I pulled out my phone, dialing in Horatio's number. After a ring, he answered. "Horatio."

"Hey H, it's Ryan. We're at the fisherman storage facility, but Jesse's not here."

"Was his car there?" he asked.

"Yeah," I started, "but we searched the building, and there's a chair with a cold puddle of water around it. It seems like someone was here recently." I examined the chair's back, seeing strange scratch like markings. "And it looks as though there's some type of marking on the back of the chair, too." I looked down at Calleigh, and she was reaching for something attached to the bottom of the chair.

"Alright," H said, "I'm on my way."

I almost pressed the hang up button when I remembered. "Oh wait H, there's a traffi-"

"-jam," he interjected, "yes, I know." He hung up, and I looked at my phone for a second before stuffing it into my pocket. Well H has it all sorted out, doesn't he? I thought to myself before looking back at Calleigh. She was still bent down, tugging at something at the bottom of the chair. Calleigh jerked it down, and she held up a small disposable phone with her glove.

"Huh," Natalia said, eyeing it peculiarly. "Interesting. We should du-" She was interrupted by a sudden ringing from the phone. We all flinched slightly at the sound, and Calleigh looked warily at us. I nodded, and she opened it cautiously, putting the on speaker. "Hello?" she said.

There was a slight pause at the other end. "He's here with us," said a deep voice at the other end, the sound slightly distorted.

"Who is this?" Calleigh asked, raising an eyebrow at us. I glanced around. He knew we were here, I thought, looking for a visible camera. How else would he know when to call?

"If we see a patrol car, or a cop in our sight, we'll make sure he doesn't have enough limbs to walk," the voice said, ignoring Calleigh's question.

"Sir, I need to know who is calling before I patch in this request," Calleigh said. "We just want to resolve this situation without hurting anyone."

"If you obey," he kept saying, "he'll live to walk another day." The he hung up.

We stood in silence for a second. Then Natalia asked the question we were all asking. "Is he talking about…"

"Yep," I answered. "They've got Jesse." Natalia and Calleigh looked at each other before glancing back at me. I sighed, dropping down my head in defeat. "We're not gonna wait for H, are we?"
Natalia was already getting up. "Nope."

"And we're not gonna be listen to the man's orders, are we?"

Calleigh followed Natalia toward the car, the phone in her hand. "Nope," she shouted over her shoulder.

I huffed, glaring as I trudged behind them. "Does Ryan care?" I grumbled to myself. "Nope, he's just tagging along. No one cares about his opinion, do they? Ryan do this, Ryan do that, geez, why does…" Soon, my grumbles were lost within the echoes of the building as I hurried along, not wanting to be left behind.

I ran across the parking lot to Calleigh's hummer. It's engine was already running, and I started to open the car door. I heard Natalia say something about calling the manager when I when a shout came from behind me. "Excuse me!" I swirled around to see a man coming from his truck, emerging from the building's shadow. "What were you doing in there?"

I pulled out my badge. "MDPD. We had a lead in here."

The man's eyes widened. He combed his hand over his hair. "Wow, um… was there any trouble?"

"No sir," I replied as Calleigh and Natalia came out of the hummer. "May I ask what your business here is?"

"I'm Jason Moore, the transportation manager here. I'm doing a routine check on the vehicles."

"We're sorry to disturb you," I said. "If there's anything suspicious that you see, give us a call." I was about to tell him about the chair sitting in the middle of the building when he spoke up.

"Actually, that's why I came," Moore said. "I usually come by in the evening, but one of the trucks was activated without permission."

I looked back at Natalia and Calleigh. Natalia spoke up. "And when was that?"

"About…" He looked at his watch. "About an hour or so ago." We looked at each other.

"And you're sure this wasn't some sort of mistake, Mr. Moore?" I asked.

He nodded his head. "Yes sir. We installed GPS' in each one after there was a theft a while back. There's never been a glitch in the tracker. I called the driver, as well as the owner of the warehouse. Both of them didn't know or give permission about a drive."

I almost burst out in a smile. A tracker in the truck. Our luck has come. Moore lead us back inside and into his office. We walked past the chair ("Just ignore that," I said) and he opened his computer and pulled up the trackers. All of the trucks were in the back of the warehouse, all except for one single little dot on the monitor. And that was the one we were going after.

(A/N): Wow, interesting progression. What do you guys think? Criticism is welcome!