Hialeah – Miami, Florida

"Doctor Price!" Jason said in an anxious voice as he came into the place where Dr. Price had been waiting for Carlos to give him painkillers for his supposed injuries. "You have to come quick!"

Dr. Price frowned, but followed Jason into the foyer of the place that Bernard had given her as a thank you for her service. Carlos and Bosco were on the floor, having been thrown there for talking too much.

"They left me here to babysit while they went and told Bernard," Jason spoke anxiously. "Can I go?"

Carlos slowly sat up and eyed the bandage on Bosco's leg before he looked at Dr. Price, "I thought you said only Carlos Nieto was coming?" Dr. Price asked in a confused voice. "Who is this other guy?"

"I don't know!" Jason snapped anxiously. "The guys won't tell me what happened in New York!"

Bosco scoffed and Dr. Price eyed his leg, "You're very attractive, whoever you are," she said as she knelt.

Scowling, Bosco held up his left hand that sported his wedding ring, "I'm also very married," he replied firmly, unwilling to cheat on Danielle even though he was in a dangerous situation. "I was shot."

"Please don't touch him," Carlos spoke in a shaky voice. "Bernard wants me…and only me."

Dr. Price gave Carlos a look, "Doctor trumps paramedic," she replied softly. "I'm a doctor."

"So?" Carlos replied coldly. "You think you can fix his leg and then lure him into your bed?"

Dr. Price quickly stood up, "From what I hear, Mister Nieto, Bernard had no problem doing that to you when you were a teenager," she spoke coldly, ignoring Carlos's wide eyes. "Yes, he told me."

Bosco swore and froze as Dr. Price suddenly got on top of him and began to kiss his neck and face, prompting him to move and gently shove her off, "I said no," he said in an angry voice. "I'm…"

"You'll pay for that," Dr. Price hissed as she got up. "You'll eventually get blood poisoning and die."

Bosco scowled as he slowly sat up, "So?" he scoffed. "I'm not going to cheat on my wife!"

"Really, Officer Boscorelli, such a temper," a cold voice spoke from behind. "And such a mouth."

Carlos froze at the voice and Dr. Price scowled as Bernard came in followed by Antonio and Memmo, "Very well done, Jason," Bernard spoke coldly. "Thank you for cleaning up the mistake my men made."

"Can I go now?" Jason asked nervously, hating that he had stooped so low. "Please?"

Bernard looked amused, "Your sister told the cops about you shooting Tony Speedle and there is a warrant out for you," he replied calmly. "If you would like, I can offer you protection."

"What is this?" Bosco snapped, glaring at Bernard. "Are you the one who ordered this crap?"

Bernard chuckled, "I wanted to see Carlos and you, according to the men who are no longer alive, got in the way," he replied calmly. "The news is reporting the kidnapping and I love having cops as hostages."

Carlos's eyes widened in horror as Bernard walked slowly over to him and knelt down, smirking as he ran his fingers through his hair and smelled it, "What a wonderful dying present," Bernard breathed.

"You're dying?" Carlos asked in a surprised voice, wincing as he felt Bernard's hand on his neck.

Bernard smiled as he kissed Carlos's neck, "Yes, Little Carlos, I am," he replied softly. "A cop damaged my heart with a bullet and I'm planning my death so I don't have to die suffering in agony for years."

"Please don't touch me," Carlos spoke quietly, hating what Bernard was doing. "It's not wanted."

Bernard looked surprised, "We're not done," he spoke coldly. "You're better off high."

"There aren't any of those kinds of drugs here," Dr. Price spoke up in an anxious voice.

Bernard scoffed, "Memmo, Riaz, go make a run!" he ordered sharply. "Boscorelli, up!"

Bosco replied by spitting at Bernard and Bernard roared, backhanding Bosco so hard that he hit the floor unconscious, "Bosco!" Carlos said in an anxious voice, his eyes wide. "Did you have to hit him?"

"You're as pathetic as you ever were, Nieto!" Bernard hissed angrily, spotting the bandage on his leg as Memmo and Antonio left. "Doctor Price, Officer Boscorelli is yours to do with as you please! Carlos!"

Deeply shaken, Carlos looked up at Bernard silently, "We are going for a ride," Bernard hissed.

Angel of Mercy Hospital – New York City

Danielle sighed sadly; her female intuition was working overtime and she could feel that wherever Maurice was, he was hurt and confused. He hadn't been to Miami since John was rescued and now he was injured and a prisoner of some guy who had a grudge against Carlos. She knew that was why Ty, Brendan, and many other NYPD officers had signed up to guard her room and her family now.

Needing to keep herself busy, Danielle picked up one of the books that Yelina had brought her from home and began to read. Reading a book together was one of the things that she and Maurice did every night after the kids were in bed and Danielle found comfort and hope of his return by doing it now.

There was a knock at the door, but Danielle ignored it simply because she figured it was yet another officer or nurse asking her what they could do to help. Footsteps entered the room and Danielle looked up, pleasantly surprised to see Rose standing beside the bed holding a large blanket among other things.

"Oh, Rose, it's just you," Danielle said in a relieved voice, setting the book aside. "How are you?"

Rose smiled, "I thought I'd bring you a blanket that Maurice and Michael often shared when they were kids," she replied in a kind voice as she showed it to Danielle. "It's a little weathered, but it might…"

"Who's Michael?" Danielle asked softly, deeply confused as to who Rose was talking about.

Rose sighed, "Michael is Maurice's younger brother who ended up decapitated by the culture of street living," she explained as she sat down beside the bed. "Maurice doesn't talk about him much."

"I'm so sorry," Danielle replied softly. "I always assumed that Maurice was an only child."

Rose nodded and handed Danielle the blanket, turning her attention to the bag she was holding, "I hope you don't mind that I knitted you some baby clothes," she said as she opened the bag. "I thought…"

Danielle sighed as she suddenly felt pressure on her bladder, "Would you mind helping me to the bathroom while you're here, Rose?" she asked softly as she slowly got out of bed. "I'm allowed..."

A sharp pain pierced Danielle's abdomen and her eyes widened as she saw a pool of blood and water on the bed, "Oh…oh no," she breathed in an anxious voice, tears filling her eyes. "It's…it's too early…"

Rose's eyes widened, "HELP!" she shouted in an anxious voice as Danielle stood there sobbing.

Alarmed, Ty hurried into the room and Danielle screamed as another contraction hit her, "I need Maurice!" she shouted, sobbing anxiously as two nurses came into the room. "Maurice…"

Swallowing hard, Ty moved over to Danielle and held her as pain rocketed through her body.

Rural Florida

Horatio's Hummer came to a stop and he got out, shocked to see Robert standing in front of a dingy looking van with New York plates while Tripp talked with DOT, "Talk to me," he said commandingly.

"Dispatch got a signal from this location and notified DOT," Tripp replied as he came over to Horatio and Detective Caine. "DOT went to the location and saw that it had New York plates, so they called us."

Horatio nodded and looked at Robert expectantly, "You've got your degree," he said calmly. "My CSI's are all tied up with other things, Robert, so I am going to need your help processing this van."

Nodding, Robert silently grabbed a pair of gloves from the CSI kit and put them on, watching as Horatio shone a flashlight into the open van, "A cell phone," Horatio said, eyeing the device. "Robert?"

Robert silently reached in and took it out with a gloved hand, his eyes widening as he saw the name M. Boscorelli on the back, "It's Bosco's cell-phone," he said quietly. "It's been pinging a GPS signal."

"Officer Boscorelli's a smart man," Horatio commented quietly. "That's why you two worked so well together, isn't it, Robert? You two balanced each other out and taught each other things."

Robert nodded and sighed, "There are bloody gauze pads in here too," he replied in a worried voice.

"Stella Bonasera copped to shooting Boscorelli," Horatio replied softly. "I don't know how much."

Robert looked unbelievably upset, but silently got on with helping his uncle process the scene, photograph, and collect the evidence, "It's just not right that Bosco was taken for no reason except that he was there," he said in a distressed voice, frowning when he noticed tire treads in the grass. "Uncle."

Horatio frowned and Robert pointed to the mud-encrusted tire treads going off of the road and in the direction of the Everglades, "A second vehicle was here," Robert said in a concerned voice.

"If a second vehicle was needed, that means that they're not dead," Horatio replied firmly.

Tripp frowned, "A second vehicle?" he asked sternly. "You mean this was planned both ways?"

"Ryan's letters might have answers," Robert mused quietly as he got his cell-phone out.

Hialeah – Miami, Florida

Jason's eyes widened as he came into the bedroom with Dr. Price's medical bag that contained stolen medical supplies and medications and saw that Bosco's legs were tied to the bedpost. Bosco's vest, tie, socks, shoes and NYPD jacket were on the floor in the corner while Bosco lay unconscious on the bed in his blue work shirt, pants, and bare feet. Dr. Price was standing in the corner silently looking at Bosco.

"Wow, when Bernard said to do whatever you wanted, you took him pretty literally," Jason commented.

Dr. Price scoffed, fully intending to take what she wanted while Bosco was unconscious whether or not he was married. She had been working for very little in the way of money and satisfaction and the arrival of a new face had made her realize that while she had fun with Clavo, there were better options.

"Can I go through his wallet before you do your thing?" Jason asked softly. "I need the money."

Dr. Price nodded, "It's in one of his pockets," she replied as she mentally prepared herself.

Jason grinned and quickly found the wallet in Bosco's left pocket, pleased with himself when he found a good deal of cash. He went through the rest of the wallet looking for a credit card, but found none.

Grateful that he had a little extra cash, Jason tossed the wallet at Dr. Price, "It's yours," he said calmly.

Dr. Price looked at it and paused when she saw the photo of Bosco in his uniform with his arm around a pretty blonde woman while a teenage boy, a younger boy, and a young girl stood with them. All of them looked happy and content and the image of Bosco was different than the one tied to the bed now.

Tears filled Dr. Price's eyes and she sighed, deciding that she couldn't rob Bosco's dignity in such a terrible way, "Pass me the medical bag," she spoke softly as she walked over to the bed.

Jason did so and watched as Dr. Price rolled up Bosco's pant leg, quickly removing the bandage so she could look at the wound herself. The wound looked bad and it was at that moment that Dr. Price saw the plyers sticking out of Bosco's pocket. She pulled and was shocked to see a bullet in the plyers.

Bosco twitched, but didn't regain consciousness, "That bullet's broken," Jason said, eyeing it.

A quick examination of the wound told Dr. Price that some of the bullet had broken off and was still in Bosco's leg and that the wound wasn't healing because of that, "Crap," Dr. Price said anxiously. "I don't have proper surgical supplies and I need to get this bullet out like now. Jason, I need your help."

"You're going to cut him open?" Jason asked in a shocked voice. "In this dirty place?"

Dr. Price nodded, fished alcohol wipes out of her bag, and began to clean the area as best she could, "…Wha?" Bosco suddenly said in a groggy voice, feeling pressure on his leg. "What are you doing?"

Instead of replying, Dr. Price fished a syringe out of her bag and threw it at Jason, "I don't want any part of this!" Jason snapped anxiously. "I want to go home or go somewhere away from all of this!"

"Really, and how are you going to get out of telling the cops that you were the one driving the van that attacked Officers Delko and Wolfe that day?" Dr. Price asked coldly. "Wolfe will identify you."

Jason froze, "You've already got blood on your hands from that and from shooting Tony Wolfe, Jason," Dr. Price snapped. "Do you really want Officer Boscorelli's blood on your hands as well?"

Swallowing hard, Jason uncapped the needle, "Find a vein and push the medication in until it drains to the 10 mark," Dr. Price instructed. "It's only a light sedative, but anything stronger's at a hospital."

Jason did so and Bosco's eyes widened and he muttered something as he slowly passed out again.

Manhattan - New York

"Do you think they'll find my daddy and Uncle Carlos, Grandma Yelina?" Ellie asked quietly as she and David sat at the kitchen table coloring from books that Yelina had bought them. "I miss them."

Sully, who was making lunch, gave Yelina an amused look, but Yelina's eyes twinkled because she found herself enjoying the possibility of being a grandmother if Sully ever proposed, "I hope so, Ellie," she replied in a gentle voice, smiling at Ellie and David. "Do you like the coloring books I bought you?"

Just then, John's bedroom door opened and John came out in a pair of sweats, socks, and a clean t-shirt looking pale, but rested, "Hi Grandpa, hi Grandma," he said in a tired voice. "Is it lunch time?"

"Did you take your insulin, John?" Sully asked calmly, giving John a once over. "You look pale."

John nodded and silently retreated to the couch, "Yeah and my blood sugar's still low, so I need lunch," he replied quietly as he laid on the couch and wrapped his arms around himself. "I'm still tired."

Suddenly, the phone rang and Sully quickly answered it, "John Sullivan," he said calmly.

Sully's eyes widened in shock as he listened to Rose anxiously explain that Danielle's water had broke and that she had been bleeding; Rose went on to say that Danielle had been taken to surgery to get the babies out because there was nothing they could do to stop them from coming even if it was early.

"Keep me updated, Rose," Sully said in an anxious voice. "We'll come as soon as we can."

Sully quickly hung up the phone and sighed, "Grandpa?" John asked in a groggy voice.

"Your mother went into pre-term labor just a little bit ago and she's having surgery right now to get the babies out," Sully replied anxiously. "She was bleeding and her water broke, so they're coming."

Yelina's eyes widened, "It's too early," she replied in a concerned voice. "What can we do?"

"Nothing right now," Sully replied firmly. "Ty's there with Rose and they'll call with updates."

Ellie started crying and David looked horrified, "Dad's not here," he said. "She can't…"

Yelina sighed, got up, and walked over to the couch, unsurprised when David and Ellie came over.

Miami-Dade Police Department/Crime Lab

Horatio frowned as he watched Robert, who had donned a spare lab coat to help analyze the evidence, silently watched as the bloody bandages were run through the computer, "Do you think the kidnappers knew Bosco was pinging their location on his cell, so they switched vehicles?" Robert asked quietly.

"It's very possible and we have officers following the tire treads," Horatio replied in a quiet voice.

The door suddenly opened and Natalia came in with Ryan's mail in her gloved hands, "Horatio, I've gone through Ryan's mail and Bernard did write him," she said as she set the mail on the desk. "Here."

Horatio nodded, "Speedle's in the interview room with his brother and their parents and Emily's talking with Jenny and Jenny's mom," Natalia explained, showing Horatio a letter. "I'll show you the letters."

The computer suddenly beeped and Robert's frowned as the computer showed a picture of Bosco listed in the NYPD database, "Horatio, I went over the pillow and found dark hairs on it that I analyzed," Callieigh said as she suddenly came into the room holding a paper. "It got a hit on FDNY database."

Horatio frowned as he looked at the paper and saw a picture of Carlos with some information, "This proves that both Carlos and Officer Boscorelli were in that van, are probably both injured, and are now in Miami," he replied in a concerned voice. "We have officers following the muddy tire treads…"

Suddenly, Emily came into the room looking stunned, "Um, Horatio, I just got a call from Sully in New York," she said in a quiet voice. "Danielle Boscorelli went into pre-term labor and is in surgery."

"NYPD is still providing 24 hour surveillance on the Boscorelli family, correct?" Horatio asked.

Emily nodded and frowned as Bosco's cell suddenly went off as it sat in the middle of the evidence table having been analyzed. Horatio silently grabbed it, stuck it in a data recorder, and pressed TALK.

"…There's so much blood coming out of his leg!" an anxious voice spoke. "I can't stop it!"

Emily frowned as she quickly recognized Jason's voice, "Officer Boscorelli's gonna wake up soon and he's gonna be angry," a female voice spoke. "I've got the bullet fragments out, but the wound's infected…"

There was heavy breathing followed by a pained cry, "End that call and get over here!" the woman's voice snapped as Bosco's panicked whimpering filled the air. "This is a dangerous area, so you won't get anywhere on that leg, Officer. You're a cop and cops are the first to get shot in this hole…"

The dial tone sounded and Horatio quickly ended the call and extracted the phone from the data recorder, "This narrows it down," he said, handing it to Natalia. "Take that over to the AV Lab."

Key Biscayne

Trying not to collapse from the pain that flared up in his back after Memmo had hit him repeatedly, Carlos stopped in his tracks. Bernard had dragged him into a car, ordered him tied up, blindfolded, and gagged for the ride and then Carlos had been subjected to his neck being stroked for the entire ride.

A sharp smack to his back propelled Carlos forward on to the floor, "For gosh sakes, Memmo," he heard Bernard say sharply as he felt the blindfold being removed. "That is no way to treat my murderer."

Carlos winced as he was hauled to his feet and forced into a large room that held a closet, dresser, and a large hospital bed that was surrounded by medical equipment and oodles of stolen medical supplies.

Bernard smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, chuckling when Memmo shoved Carlos forward, "Ah, my little Carlos," he crooned, ruffling Carlos's hair before kissing his forehead. "Did you miss me?"

Carlos froze and cringed as he felt Bernard bite his neck roughly before pushing him away, "I don't have the heart to do more like I used to, but you'll still be a very big help to me, Carlos," Bernard said coldly.

Because he was gagged, Carlos couldn't say anything or puke even though he felt sick from Bernard getting into his personal space, "I know you're a paramedic in New York and you know what medications can save and what medications can kill," Bernard said in a dark voice. "I want you to kill me, Carlos."

"Get Dimitri's boy to do it," Memmo hissed, glaring at Carlos. "This kid doesn't have the guts."

Bernard smirked, "Go find CSI Ryan Wolfe," he said in a calm voice. "Carlos will do it for him."

Carlos's eyes widened and Memmo swiftly hit him over the head with a wrench, prompting him to slump to the ground unconscious. Bernard smirked as Memmo silently left to find Ryan.

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