In the hospital, the doctor was just finishing up stitching Marisol's arm. They'd removed the glass as soon as she arrived. Next her arm was cleaned and numbed for the sutures. Her family had joined her as the doctor began stitching her cut.

"That should do it, Mrs. Caine." the doctor said. He set his tools on the tray beside him. He took a sterile bandage and placed it over her arm. Marisol's arm was then wrapped in a white bandage. Her arm was wrapped from her wrist to her elbow.

"Don't move your arm too much. Keep the stitches dry for at least twenty-four hours. If they start to look discolored at all, come back in right away. If any stitch comes undone, come in. If all goes right, they should be removed in about two to three weeks." the doctor said.

Marisol nodded. "Thank you."

"And you are free to go, Mrs. Caine. Take care." he said.

Marisol left the screen room. Her family was waiting outside the screen, giving her some privacy while her arm was fixed up. They all rose as Marisol emerged from behind the screen.

"Are you alright Mari?" Carmen asked.

"I'm fine mama." Marisol answered.

Carmen pat Marisol's cheek. "Let's get you home."

"Maybe you should stay with us, tonight Marisol." Pavel suggested.

Marisol shook her head. "I'll be alright at home. Horatio said he'd be there once he's finished at the scene."

"And with him being a cop, that could be all night." Pavel replied.

Marisol turned and met her father's eye. "Papa, it's because of Horatio that I'm alright. If he hadn't pulled me from the path of the car, I wouldn't be here right now."

"And it's because of him that you're here anyways." Pavel replied.

"I'll take stitches over a car collision any day papa. Not only had Horatio saved me, but he and Eric saved everyone tonight. You saw those men. They would've killed everyone if Horatio and Eric hadn't stopped them." Marisol explained. Never had she said such things to her father before. "Horatio is more than you think he is. And if you can't see that papa, than that's your problem."

Marisol turned form her father and walked through the hall of the hospital. She knew all eyes were on her, but she didn't care. Her father had already reprimanded her for her unexpected marriage, he'd shown his disapproval of Horatio, and now he blamed Horatio for Marisol's arm. Marisol wasn't going to stand for it a moment longer.

Marisol stepped out into the cooling Miami air. She sighed, brushing her hair form her face. She gently folded her arms across her chest and waited outside for her family. Part of her wanted to hail a cab and take it back to the apartment. Anything really, to avoid another confrontation with her father. There had been enough of it tonight.

A car horn honked twice. Marisol turned toward the car horn. A car pulled up beside her, the passenger window rolling down. Marisol bent down to see Eric sitting behind the driver's seat. He smiled. "Need a ride?"

Marisol smiled and nodded.

Eric unlocked the doors, allowing Marisol to get into the car. She closed the door and buckled herself in. Eric slowly pulled out of the hospital parking lot.

"H is still at the scene. He shouldn't be much longer." Eric explained.

Marisol nodded. She leaned her head back against the headrest of her seat. She watched the city pass by them in a blurred streak.

"You alright Mari?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, just a few stitches." Marisol answered.

"That's not what I meant." Eric glanced over to his sister.

Marisol met Eric's gaze. "It's just dad. You get sued to him."

"I'm starting to know what you mean. All those years he never forgave you for joining the force, now it's the same for me." Marisol said

Eric shook his head. "I don't think papa will stay mad at you for too long, Mari."

"I'm not so sure, Eric. He was trying to convince me not to go back to the apartment." Marisol replied.

"After what just happened, I can't blame him." Eric said. They turned the corner. "Look, Mari, dad's gonna see that you're happy married to Horatio. It's something he's going to have to accept. And if he doesn't, then that's his loss."

Marisol smirked. "That's what I told him."

Eric glanced at his sister. "Are you serious?"

Marisol nodded.

Eric chuckled. "I'm impressed, Mari."

"That makes two of us." Marisol said.

Eric pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex. He came to a stop at the elevators. Marisol unbuckled her belt and opened the car door.

"Thanks for the ride, Eric." Marisol said.

"Anytime Mari." Eric replied.

Marisol closed the door and stepped out of the street. She waved as Eric turned his car around and drove out into the street. Marisol boarded the elevator and waited as it rose to their floor. Her arm throbbed, the numbing medication was starting to wear off. She'd have to take some Advil before she went to bed. At the thought of going to bed, Marisol suddenly felt how tired she was. The adrenalin flooding through her veins was depleting into nothing. All that was left was her scratched and exhausted body, and her weary mind.

The elevator stopped, opening the its doors. Marisol stepped off the elevator into the hall. The hall was empty and dimly lit by small lamps along the wall. Marisol walked through the empty hallway toward the apartment. The only sound were her heels against the tile floor. As she reached her door, Marisol dug through her purse for her keys.

She slipped her key into the door and pushed it open. Marisol entered the apartment, closing the door behind her. She locked it again and turned on a single lamp. Marisol walked toward the coffee table and set her purse down. She picked up the remote and turned on the television. Switching the channels, Marisol searched for the local news.

Video of the restaurant flooded the news station. Yellow police tape, sectioned off the destroyed wall of the restaurant. Officers walked about the perimeter of the restaurant. Marisol recognized several members of the team entering and exiting the restaurant.

"This was the scene only five hours ago when a black, 2008 Toyota Camry Solara crashed into 'Le Coeur du Soleil' just shortly after eight p.m. this evening. Witnesses say that the Camry drove through the glass wall and all four passengers emerged, holding automatic handguns. However, two off duty Miami Dade Officer's were able to stop the gunmen before anyone could be seriously injured. Officials have not mentioned the names of the gunmen at this time, however three were killed in the shootout against the two MDPD officers. We'll be updating as more information is reveled."

Marisol checked her watch, it was coming up on midnight. She mentally debating whether to wait up for Horatio, or to simply to go bed now. Marisol leaned into the couch. She kicked off her shoes and brought her legs up. She slipped down the couch, lying on the arm of the couch. She brought her left arm near her head, resting her right arm on her stomach. Marisol felt her eyes fall, but she shook her head. If she had to find an uncomfortable position to stay awake, she would.

The next news story came up, but Marisol found herself slowly falling asleep. One moment she'd blink and an entirely different story would be on. Despite her efforts to keep herself awake, Marisol was slowly lulled to sleep by the noise of the television. Her eyes closed and her head leaned against her hand.

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