Three Days Later

Calle Ocho, Miami, Florida

"Dimitri,"

Dimitri LaRusso eyed Memmo suspiciously, "Vat?" he asked coldly, crossing his arms across the fine suit he usually wore to carry out business transactions in his world. "Vat do you vant, Memmo Fierro?"

"You are very good at finding people, Dimitri," Memmo said calmly. "I need you to find someone."

Dimitri chuckled softly, "Bernard vants someone found, you mean," he replied in an amused voice. "I see ze news and I know he got a cop and a leetle paramedic keednapped from New York five days ago."

"The paramedic's being uncooperative," Memmo said anxiously. "He's got a friend who is a CSI…"

Dimitri looked amused, "So you vant ze CSI?" he asked quietly. "I don't hunt ze cops for free."

Memmo scoffed, but reached into his pocket and pulled out a large wad of hundreds, handing them to Dimitri without hesitation, "Zat has peaked my interest," Dimitri said, pocketing the money.

Smirking, Memmo reached into his other pocket and pulled out a photo of Ryan that he had gotten from the newspaper, "Bernard wants this man," he said calmly, showing Dimitri. "His name is Ryan Wolfe."

Dimitri eyed the photo as he silently moved out of the sun, "Eet veel be very easy to find him," he replied calmly, recognizing the face from the news. "Where should I take him ven I find him?"

"Call me when you find him and I'll tell you," Memmo replied as Dimitri vanished into the shadows.

Angel of Mercy Hospital – New York

"Danielle?"

Feeling groggy from the anesthesia and pain medication she was on because of the emergency C-section, Danielle opened her eyes and was relieved to see her father sitting beside the bed, "The babies are in the NICU right now and the media's going crazy about it because Maurice is still missing," she spoke in a tired voice. "That's why there's extra police here and at the apartment."

"Yelina had some words for the reporters who showed up at the apartment this morning to try and get interviews," Sully replied softly. "She called Jimmy and Jimmy took them out to Holly's for a while."

Danielle nodded, "I would love to see the babies," she spoke groggily. "Take some pictures for Maurice."

"If I can get a wheelchair, sure," Sully replied quietly. "Have you thought about names yet?"

Danielle sighed as a nurse came into the room, "Excuse me, I would like to see the babies," she said in a tired voice. "Could I possibly get a wheelchair to go up to the NICU? I need to take photos of them."

Sully sighed, reached into his pocket, and extracted Danielle's phone, "I borrowed this while you were resting and did it for you since you're not allowed out of bed yet," he replied gently. "Wanna see?"

Danielle nodded and Sully showed her photos of her two newborns hooked to various things, "I got some ideas for some names when I was talking to Rose the other day," she mused in a quiet voice.

"Really?" Sully asked in a surprised voice. "I'm sure Bosco wouldn't mind if you shared."

Danielle eyed the photos, "Michael Maurice and Emily Rose," she spoke softly. "Like them?"

Sully looked surprised, "Rose told you about Michael?" he asked quietly. "She never talks…"

"Yes, she did and I think I need to honor Maurice's brother," Danielle spoke in a trembling voice, scared that she would never see Maurice again. "I'm scared for Maurice and I feel like he's hurt and scared."

Sully sighed, "Danielle, you know that Bosco is tough and he will fight to survive," he replied in an uncertain voice, as he was unsure if Bosco would manage. "Why don't you get some more sleep?"

As tears filled her eyes, Danielle nodded and silently fell asleep while Sully held her hand tight.

Hialeah – Miami, Florida

A raspy cough escaped from Bosco's mouth as he lay on the bed, unable to get up because his legs were tied to the posts and his one leg ached from tabletop surgery. He felt warm, heavily congested, and knew that he hadn't been able to pee since waking up wherever he was. He was also feeling groggy.

Jason eyed the man worriedly, "…What did you DO to this cop?!" Clavo shouted as he burst into the room with Dr. Price at his heels and saw that Bosco was sweating, trembling, and in great pain.

"What I gave him isn't working and he's got pneumonia and a leg infection," Dr. Price said in an anxious voice as she hurried over to the bed and checked his skin. "He hasn't had any water in like five days…"

Clavo scoffed, "I'm not offing another cop," he snapped. "What do you want done to him?"

"He needs to go to a hospital," Dr. Price replied nervously. "He's got a family, Clavo."

Clavo rolled his eyes, "You and your bleeding heart, Tara," he replied with a sigh. "All right."

There was a heavy silence and Clavo looked at Jason, "You, you're helping me and you're gonna play up being a hostage," he said in a commanding voice. "We're gonna dump this guy at a hospital."

Jason trembled, but he untied Bosco's legs while Clavo lifted Bosco from the bed, "Take his NYPD crap with him," Dr. Price said anxiously, gesturing to the stuff in the corner. "Don't leave anything here."

"Are…are you going to kill me?" Bosco asked in a trembling voice, struggling to open his eyes.

Jason grabbed Bosco's things off of the floor and followed Clavo as he dragged Bosco out of the house and over to a truck. Clavo opened the back of the truck, lifted Bosco into the back, and covered him with the rain tarp before closing the back, "I'll blow your head off if you move," Clavo hissed at Bosco.

"The closest hospital is North Shore Medical Center," Clavo said coldly. "Let's get this done."

Swallowing hard, Jason got into the truck with Clavo and remained very quiet as Clavo sped off through the streets. The hospital quickly came into view and Clavo stopped, glaring at Jason as they got out of the car and went around back. Clavo lowered the tailgate, forcibly pulled Bosco out, and dragged him over to the Emergency entrance before laying him on the ground. He then left the area quickly.

"Hey, there's an injured guy out here!" Jason yelled into the hospital, frowning when he heard gasps.

As medical personnel came towards him and Bosco, Jason took off running away from the hospital as fast as he could, "…Sir, sir can you hear me?" a panicked voice filled Bosco's ears. "Check for ID…"

"He's that NYPD cop I saw on the news!" Bosco heard a voice say as he slowly succumbed to darkness.

Inpatient Psychiatric Care - Miami-Dade Memorial Hospital

"You're looking a lot better, Ryan," Ryan heard a kind voice say as he sat on his bed, silently writing childhood memories into a therapy journal for his next therapy session. "How are you doing?"

Ryan looked up, relieved when he saw Detective Caine standing there in plainclothes with a badge on his belt along with a firearm, "I thought you'd be tired of the uniforms, so I volunteered to come hang out with you for a while," Robert said in a kind voice as he sat down near the bed. "Whatcha up to?"

"Doing an assignment for therapy," Ryan replied calmly. "Recalling painful childhood memories."

Robert nodded calmly, "When I was younger, I did some outpatient counseling that had assignments and this was one of them," he replied gently. "I didn't want to, but my uncle talked me into doing it."

"What were you doing outpatient as a kid for?" Ryan asked. "If it's too personal, that's okay."

Robert sighed patiently, "My mother was murdered by my father when I was just a kid and I witnessed it, so he tried to kill me too," he explained in a quiet voice. "My uncle got custody of me and he moved us down here to Miami so I could have a normal life. Police politics were really messy back then…"

Ryan's eyes widened in surprise, "NYPD closed the case because my father went AWOL," Robert explained in a sad voice. "I was also abused by my wife before she was killed, so I understand…"

Robert trailed off as he suddenly heard faint Russian and the cocking of a weapon down the hallway, "Stay here," he said in a concerned voice as he stood up and drew his gun. "I'll be right back."

Still unable to walk because his cast wasn't due to come off for another week, Ryan nodded, but kept his eyes on the door. Robert raised his weapon as he stepped outside of the door and frowned when he saw two masked men in the foyer holding two nurses hostages, "Miami-Dade Police," Robert hissed.

The two gunmen looked at each other and then started talking in Russian, prompting Robert to respond by asking what they were doing in perfect Russian, "Ah, you're Dimitri's boy," one of them replied in broken, heavily accented English. "Your mother is American and you learned your father's…"

"What do you want?" Robert interrupted in a stern voice, not lowering his gun. "Speak."

The gunmen responded by putting their guns against the nurses heads, "We know Ryan Wolfe is here and we have an assignment," one of the men replied with a heavy accent. "Stay out of it."

"Step away from the nurses and put the guns on the floor," Robert ordered, aiming his weapon.

As the masked men prepared to shoot the nurses, Bobby fired two shots and hit both men directly in their foreheads, killing them instantly. The nurses gasped as the men fell over into pools of blood.

"Call MDPD," Robert ordered as he hurried back to Ryan's room. "Ryan, are you all right?"

Ryan nodded, deeply shaken by what he had heard and the shooting, "Bernard sent those guys, didn't he?" he asked shakily, remembering that Bernard had ties to many gangs including the Russians.

"I don't know," Robert replied in a concerned voice as he holstered his weapon. "What's wrong?"

Ryan's eyes widened as he quickly leaned over the bed and vomited into the trashcan.

Angel of Mercy Hospital – New York

"…I want to go with you, Grandpa Sully," Danielle heard John's voice say anxiously.

Danielle opened her eyes and found her father and John arguing in the doorway, "What are you arguing about?" she asked in a groggy voice, giving them a look. "John, did you forget to eat again?"

"Grandpa got a call from MDPD," John replied in an anxious voice. "Dad was dumped at a hospital in North Miami barely conscious and with bad injuries. I want to go with Grandpa and Uncle Ty…"

Danielle frowned at Sully, "I'm Bosco's father-in-law and since you're recovering, you can't go to Miami," Sully explained in a concerned voice. "I'm going to go and Ty offered to come with me…"

"Uncle Ty's got a job, Grandpa Sully!" John argued anxiously. "Mom, please; I have the time."

Sully scowled, "And you have school at the end of August, John," he replied in a firm voice.

"Mom, please, Dad came to Miami for me before he married you because he cared," John replied in a concerned voice, gazing at his mother somberly. "I understand what it's like to go through agony and thoughts of hopelessness in a situation beyond my control. Please, Mom, let me be there for my father."

Sully went very quiet and stared at the floor, shaken to the core by how much John really cared for Bosco even though he had only been a Boscorelli for such a short time. Danielle sighed and nodded.

"You listen to your grandfather and don't go off on your own at any time," Danielle spoke firmly.

John nodded and gently hugged his mother, "Uncle Ty says he's coming even if I come," he said, sighing at his mother's pallor. "Grandma Yelina says she's going to come over and visit with you for a while."

"I'm still bleeding here and there," Danielle spoke softly. "Michael and Emily took a lot out of me."

Sully sighed, "The doctor's going to come by later and discuss it," Danielle continued softly.

"John, come on," Sully said quietly, taking John's arm. "Our flight is later and you have to pack."

Nodding, John allowed himself to be led out of the room and Danielle quietly began to pray.

NYPD Crime Lab/Victims Assistance

Mac sighed as he stepped out of his office and saw Holly sitting on a bench looking worried and upset, "Detective Taylor, I heard that they found Bosco down in Miami," Holly spoke, gazing up at him.

"MDPD called us not too long ago and said that Officer Boscorelli is being treated at North Shore Hospital in Miami and there are police there," Mac replied calmly. "The media is going wild both…"

Holly nodded, "Any word on Carlos?" she asked softly. "I thought they were taken together?"

"Officer Boscorelli was dumped at the Emergency Entrance to the hospital and Carlos wasn't with him, which means that they were separated by their captors at some point," Mac replied in a quiet voice.

Holly sighed, "I had to try," she replied softly. "I'm worried that that Bernard fellow might kill…"

"Mrs. Nieto, we can't think that way simply because Carlos's hair was found on a pillow inside of the van that abducted him and Officer Boscorelli," Mac cut in gently. "There hasn't been any evidence…"

Realizing that Mac was telling her to keep hope, Holly nodded, "Okay," she replied quietly as she stood.

Mac turned, "Detective Taylor, I'm sorry to hear about Stella Bonasera," Holly spoke quietly. "The news said that she used to work for you before she was arrested. They said she was a friend of yours."

"Stella was arrested and charged with shooting Officer Boscorelli and conspiracy," Mac replied quietly.

Holly nodded and silently left, her sorrow high as she left the building and walked down the street to her car, frowning when her cell-phone went off. Figuring it was her kids calling to ask where she was or the media demanding an interview, Holly answered it and frowned when she heard muffled breathing.

"I have someone who wants to speak with you," a dark voice spoke. "Say hello, Carlos."

Holly's eyes widened as she quietly made her way back into the Crime Lab and caught Mac in the lobby, "Holly?" Carlos's anxious, slightly slurred voice filled the phone loud enough that Mac heard it and quietly extracted a tape recorder from his pocket and turned it on. "I don't know where I am."

"Are you hurt, Carlos?" Holly asked in an anxious voice. "Who was that man that called me?"

There was a chuckle and followed by a gasp of pain, "I believe that Carlos has already told you about me, my dear," the voice spoke coldly as a slapping sound echoed through the line. "Goodbye, my dear."

Shaking, Holly ended the call and looked at Mac anxiously, "Bernard Marquez," she breathed softly, remembering that Carlos had told her all about Bernard in the hospital and his manipulative nature.

Key Biscayne – Miami, Florida

"Does that feel nice, Carlos?" Carlos, who had been blindfolded for the call, heard a cold voice ask as he felt a needle enter his back. "You started whining about your back when you regained consciousness…"

Carlos trembled, unable to fight or move because his hands and feet were still bound and his back had been locked in a permanent spasm since Memmo had hit him to the floor, "Does ze Spanish boy like the drug?" a Russian voice spokes Carlos felt his hair being pulled. "A little morphine eez good for ze soul."

"Morphine?" Carlos asked in a shaky voice, trembling as he suddenly felt his heartbeat change. "Ohh…"

Bernard chuckled heartily as Carlos whimpered and began to breathe heavily, quickly reacting to the minimal dose of morphine that Dimitri had given him, "This will break him sooner or later," he said in a cold, amused voice, smiling at Dimitri as Dimitri put the syringe in a box he had brought with him.

"Zat brat of mine is why ze kidnapping on Ryan Wolfe failed," Dimitri hissed, his accent strong.

Bernard nodded, "Dimitri here is going to give you a dose of this every eight hours until you agree to help me die in a peaceful way, Little Carlos," he spoke calmly. "Eventually, you'll break over it."

Carlos gritted his teeth, struggling not to pass out as intense nausea filled his body, "Dimitri, watch little Carlos for now, will you?" Bernard said in a casual voice. "I need to rest and take disgusting medicine."

"I will keep trying to persuade young Carlos in other ways while you rest," Dimitri promised.

As Bernard left the room to go rest in his bed, Dimitri reached into his pocket and unfolded his collapsible baton, smiling at the running camera in the corner of the room as he struck Carlos repeatedly with the baton.

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