One Week Later

Miami-Dade University Hospital – Miami, Florida

"…Ry, what's going on?" Ryan heard a faint, sleepy voice ask from the wheelchair. "They'll be looking for me."

Ryan sighed as he looked down at the wheelchair where Tommy had fallen asleep while being carted from the car, "I don't think they will," he replied calmly as he continued to push the chair. "You've been compliant since you…"

"They're gonna wonder and send a squad," Tommy spoke sleepily, not opening his eyes. "I'll be in deep…"

The wheelchair suddenly came to a stop, "Tommy Wolfe?" a gentle voice asked. "Hi there, Officer Wolfe."

There was a silence and fearing the worst, Tommy opened his eyes and frowned as he saw Ryan and an unfamiliar female doctor standing by his wheelchair, "Tommy, this is Doctor Higgins," Ryan explained calmly.

"Can you possibly kneel or sit, please?" Tommy asked groggily. "It hurts my neck and head to look up at you."

Dr. Higgins and Ryan quickly grabbed chairs and sat down, "Officer Cardoza and your siblings, with the help of Victims Assistance, managed to present a case for in-patient rehabilitation on your behalf," Dr. Higgins explained in a calm voice. "You'll still be on the radar of the prison board indefinitely, but you'll be an in-patient here and receive the medical and mental health help that you obviously need. Your room's already been set up."

"Ryan, what's she talking about?" Tommy asked quietly, giving Ryan a confused look. "I don't understand…"

Ryan and Dr. Higgins rose, "Let's get you settled in your room and then you and your brother can talk," Dr. Higgins said in a calm, reassuring voice as she led Ryan and Tommy into the psychiatric ward. "I expect you need rest."

The walk to the room was silent and Tommy sighed softly when he saw that the room was small, but private and containing a hospital bed, a small closet, a couch, end tables, a coffee table, a dresser, and a private bathroom. The tub of things that he had in prison were on the coffee table and sealed shut with a piece of red tape over the top.

"It's got a nice view of the beach," Tommy spoke groggily as he was wheeled into the room. "I'm so tired."

Ryan and Dr. Higgins carefully helped Tommy from the chair to the bed, "I'll schedule an intake session for later this afternoon," Dr. Higgins said calmly, eyeing Tommy's loose clothing. "Would you like some breakfast?"

"Is there strawberry yogurt?" Tommy asked sleepily, struggling to stay awake. "It always helped me feel better…"

Dr. Higgins nodded and silently left the room, "Don't you have work?" Tommy asked sleepily, closing his eyes.

"I took a personal day," Ryan replied softly even though he had simply turned his pager off and his phone low.

Sleeping sounds filled the room and while his brother slept, Ryan silently covered him with the bed's blankets and then went over to the box to see what Tommy had and what he needed to get him through his time there.

Desert Palms Hospital – Las Vegas, Nevada

"…I can't believe I need a hearing aid in my left ear," Robert said in a groggy voice as he lay in his hospital bed with his fixed shoulder, casted arm and wrist against his chest in a shoulder sling while IV lines littered his chest, arms, and right leg while his left leg sat in a cast from the femur to the toes on top of a support cushion and an oxygen tube sat in his nose because he still needed oxygen support due to his severe injuries. "It feels weird."

Horatio sighed patiently, "You're looking a lot better than you did a week ago," he replied in a kind voice.

Robert sighed softly, "My memory's still fuzzy, but I'm very glad to be still alive," he replied softly, the mere act of having a conversation proving exhausting despite being in the hospital for a week. "How are you doing?"

"Better," Horatio replied calmly, giving his nephew a smile. "I've been checking out Vegas while you've slept."

Robert nodded, his head and neck supported by pillows, "Are Jimmy Doherty and Carlos Nieto okay?" he asked softly. "I can't remember much of what happened, but I remember seeing them and there was a lot of shooting…"

"Let's discuss that part later when you are stronger," Horatio spoke gently, taking Robert's right hand in his own.

Robert exhaled softly, "I know," he replied in a tired voice. "I have to let the memories return on their own."

Horatio nodded and gently squeezed his nephew's hand and Robert frowned as he noticed his uncle's rolling suitcase in the corner of the room, "Have you been at the hospital all week?" Robert asked softly.

"Bobby, I'm perfectly fine and I do rest," Horatio replied calmly. "I've actually kept quite busy."

Robert gave his uncle a look, "My father…he's dead," he spoke in a faint voice. "Isn't he?"

Horatio sighed and nodded, knowing that there was no avoiding the topic of Dimitri, "How?" Robert asked.

"Dimitri tried to strangle your uncle, Detective Caine, and a CSI named Nick Stokes shot Dimitri," Grissom said as he came into the hospital room carrying two bags. "I thought I'd bring you some gifts from the department."

Robert looked confused, "You…you're the guy who was talking to me in the desert, right?" he asked softly.

Grissom nodded, unsurprised that Robert couldn't remember events or people involved in his ordeal clearly right away, "You mentioned that you had two sons," he said calmly as he took a laptop and a small hand-held microphone out of the bag, both of which he sat on the portable table. "I assume you miss them a lot."

"Yeah," Robert replied quietly, a sadness filling his eyes as he looked at his blanket. "I'm sorry…I need a cry."

Grissom shrugged as he opened the laptop and worked through the process of booting it up, grateful that Greg had taken him through the process of how to set up a Skype conversation for this injured officer.

Miami-Dade Crime Lab/Police Department – Miami, Florida

"…Wolfe's not answering his cell-phone or his pager," Eric grumbled. "Speed and Emily are off today too."

Callieigh sighed patiently, knowing that deviations from expected people or routines were one of the things that triggered Eric's occasional mood swings, "I know he's on the schedule, but there's nothing we can do about it until he answers his pager or his phone," she replied calmly, giving Eric a look. "Are you staying for the call?"

"Call?" Eric asked in a confused voice, giving Calliegh a confused voice. "A call for what?"

Callieigh sighed, "Some Lab Tech at the Las Vegas Crime Lab named Greg Sanders arranged for a video call from Desert Palms Hospital to here so Detective Caine could talk to his sons and anyone else who wanted to say hi," she replied patiently. "Detective Caine's injured enough that he can't get on a plane at least for a month."

Eric frowned, "I had no idea he was hurt that badly," he replied softly. "Is that why Natalia's been busy?"

"Natalia's looking after Detective Caine's sons and Sergeant Stetler's son," Callieigh explained gently.

Eric nodded, "I guess I'll come for the call too," he replied calmly. "Will it be in the AV Lab?"

"In about half an hour," Calliegh replied in a calm voice. "Dave Benton's setting things up right now."

Angel of Mercy Hospital – New York, New York

"Are you and Kylie ready for school, Tommy?" Carlos asked in a tired voice, sighing as Tommy pushed his wheelchair through the hospital hallway towards the atrium where a few of his co-workers and former co-workers were waiting to visit him. "Your mom and Kylie went clothes shopping today. How come you didn't go?"

Tommy sighed, "Then you'd be alone for the day and stuck in bed, Dad," he replied calmly. "I don't need new clothes for school because I'm not social. I'd rather be here and making sure you're okay and happy."

Carlos sighed, not wanting to argue because him being shot and currently paralyzed was taking a toll on everyone and it was simply easier to just let others react as they wanted. As they entered the atrium, Carlos was pleased to see that Jimmy, Kim, Grace, Ty, Brendan, and Sully were all seated at a table with coffees, "Hey!" Ty said kindly.

"Hey," Carlos said in a tired voice as Tommy parked his wheelchair at the table. "How…how is everyone?"

Kim smiled at Carlos and gently squeezed his hand, "We're good," she replied gently. "How are you?"

Carlos suddenly felt unsure of how to answer that, "Dad, do you want something?" Tommy spoke up.

"Yeah, um, maybe a chocolate muffin and some juice?" Carlos replied softly. "You need money?"

Tommy sighed and patted his dad's shoulder, "I have money," he said calmly, moving to the counter.

Carlos looked incredibly confused at that statement, "I…I've been paying Tommy to come over and watch Joey and Camille so Jimmy and I can go out on walks and errands," Kim said quietly. "I hope you don't mind, Carlos."

"No, I'm happy he has something to do," Carlos replied quietly. "What's everyone been up to?"

All eyes immediately went to Sully, "Sul, tell him your news," Ty said in an excited voice.

Sully smiled, "Detective Salas and I are engaged to be married," he replied in a happy voice. "You inspire me."

Carlos frowned, "I…what?" he asked in a confused voice. "Sully, did…is something wrong with my hearing?"

"You're still fighting and hanging on to life despite what happened and you made me realize that life's a gift," Sully replied, not wanting to mince words. "I realized that I couldn't be afraid anymore; I had to think of the future."

Jimmy smiled, "And…you saved my life," he spoke calmly. "I never got to thank you properly for that.

"You're…you're welcome," Carlos replied in a nervous voice. "Has the media been bothering you too?"

Jimmy nodded, "I talked to them briefly, but they've been talking to FDNY a lot and I hear downtown has ordered a psychologist to come in and talk to DK and the others about what went down," he replied calmly. "From what Bosco's told me, NYPD has been offering counseling sessions to any officers who need to talk to someone."

Carlos paled slightly, as he knew that Bosco was still recovering from Miami and didn't need to be dealing with something new, "I bet Bosco's real excited about having to deal with more crap cause of me," he said quietly.

"Did I hear someone take my name in vain?" a voice echoed across the cafeteria. "Did I miss the party?"

Bosco smiled as he came into view wearing his uniform, "I'm working later," he explained as he sat down.

"How…how are things?" Carlos asked quietly, finding it hard to look Bosco in the eye. "You look good."

Bosco gave Carlos a knowing look, "Things are good," he replied calmly. "I'm back to working…"

"I-I'm sorry you ended up going through what you did," Carlos spoke shakily, unable to look at Bosco without remembering what Bosco had gone through just because he had tried to help. "I thought you should know."

The table was silent and Bosco promptly got up and gave Carlos a hug, "It's made me a stronger person," Bosco said in a calm voice as he sat back down. "They actually caught who did it, so I'm feeling happy now."

"They caught her?" Brendan asked in a surprised voice. "I thought she had help hiding…?"

Just then, Tommy returned with the juice and a plastic plate containing pieces of cut up chocolate muffin that were all buttered, "Thank you, kiddo," Carlos replied in a calmer voice. "I hear you've been babysitting."

"He's doing a good job, Carlos," Jimmy said reassuringly. "I think he should be a social worker…"

Tommy's eyes widened in surprise and he silently sat down next to Carlos, "I-I just babysit," he replied in an anxious voice, clearly embarrassed by the attention. "Besides, I want to be a paramedic like my dad."

Now it was Carlos's turn to be surprised, "You do?" he asked quietly. "You never mentioned it."

"I talked to Mom about it and she said I should tell you," Tommy replied in a kind voice.

Carlos sighed and extended his arm, resting it around Tommy because he felt so proud at hearing that, but didn't know how to express it in words. The two of them sat there quietly, listening to the others make small talk.

Crime Lab - Las Vegas, Nevada

"…I hear that this is going to an actual trial," Nick heard a nervous voice say as he sat at a table in the processing room, silently going over evidence from unsolved cases since there were no new cases. "Do you know when?"

Nick sighed as he looked up at Sara, "You are the third person to come ask me that in the last half hour," he replied in a calm voice, still annoyed that the whole thing had been made public news at the Sherriff's request due to Catherine being a former employee. "I don't know when or where. Ecklie said he'd keep me updated."

"We all have to testify, right?" Sara asked in a kind voice. "Because we all worked with Catherine."

Nick nodded as he looked back down at his work, "If you got a memo from Ecklie, yeah," he replied quietly.

"Did you want to talk about it?" Sara asked softly. "There's been a lot of talk and everyone's worried…"

Nick shook his head, "Catherine had a lot of friends here and I know that people are wondering if I made it up just to get attention for my work with Victims Assistance," he replied tersely. "I know people are talking."

"I saw the evidence," Sara replied quietly. "Greg showed me and I don't think you can make that up…"

Nick looked up at Sara, seemingly irritated, "It's not easy to speak against a friend in court," he replied.

Sara's eyes widened, "Nick, friends don't come to your house and let dangerous criminals do whatever they want to you," she replied in an upset voice, unable to understand why Nick was referring to Catherine as a friend.

"I opened the door," Nick replied firmly, feeling angry. "Her voice sounded weird, but I opened the door."

Sara scowled, but before she could reply, Greg came sauntering into the room and froze at seeing Nick and Sara glaring at each other, "She was someone you trusted," Sara snapped. "She took advantage of it by seeking entry to your house, letting Edward Addison in, and then drugging you with God knows what because he told her to!"

Nick swallowed hard, but didn't say anything because he didn't want to cry or do anything to mess up what he was working on, "Friends don't help bad people strip you naked when you're drugged unconscious and they don't play sick games with your dignity just because you helped some guy's abused ex and her kids leave the state," Sara said in an angry, quiet voice. "You know what Stockholm Syndrome is, right? Well, I think you're suffering from it because you are defending your abusers and you feel sympathy for Catherine even after she hurt you."

"Her kids had just been abducted and her husband was too wrapped up in grief and moving to Miami for a break!" Nick snapped as he shot to his feet. "You know how many times she came over and needed a release? She stole crap from the lab and came over for coffee! She slipped crap into my drink and then took me to bed, saying that she was stressed and needed comfort only I could give! She wasn't right in the head for a long time!"

Greg's eyes widened in shock and Sara froze, horrified, "And…then I had to come to work every shift and work around her like everything was fine," Nick seethed. "Three months of these visits before I was attacked. I begged Ecklie and Grissom to transfer me to days, but they've got their heads so far up their butts that they…"

"What's all the shouting?" Warrick asked as he came into the room and saw the tension. "Nick, Sara?"

Nick scowled and began to re-pack the evidence box, knowing that it would be pointless for him to try and do any work until they got a call-out, "Oh, Nick, there's a package for you at the desk," Warrick said calmly. "I'll do this."

Nodding, Nick set the box aside and walked to the front desk, deeply confused when he saw a small box on the desk that was wrapped in plain paper and had Nick Stokes scribbled on it in black marker. Deeply confused, Nick silently tore the wrapping paper off of the box and found nothing but a shoebox containing a note written in a foreign language along with a mini noose that looked like it had been made out of twine or dental floss.

"You all right, Nick?" Warrick, who felt the thick tension in the processing room, asked as he came to the desk.

Nick, however, didn't reply and continued frowning at the box, "What's this?" he asked in a quiet voice.

Warrick frowned as he looked at the shoebox and its contents, but before he could speak, there was a clicking sound followed by rapid gunfire, "DOWN!" Warrick shouted as he shoved Nick to the floor and dropped.

The sound of screams and shattering glass filled the air, but Nick kept a firm grip on the shoebox because he knew it might provide answers, "Stay on the ground, Nicky," Warrick said as he drew his firearm, got up, and began firing back towards the shooting, prompting more gunfire as others in the building did the same. "Stay down!"

Nick watched with horror as Warrick was suddenly hit in the shoulder with a bullet and downed, "WARRICK!" he shouted in an anxious voice, keeping a grip on the shoebox as he crawled over to where Warrick lay bleeding.

The shooting suddenly stopped and Nick froze as he heard crunching glass followed by the click of a gun, "Nicholas Stokes," a thick Russian voice spoke, lifting Nick up by the collar of his lab coat and causing him to drop the box beside Warrick while his friend continued to bleed from a shoulder wound. "Dimitri LaRusso's killer."

Nick tried to turn his head, but he felt a gun being pressed into his head, "Let us walk," the voice said. "Now."

Overcome by terror, Nick remained quiet and allowed himself to be forced from the safety of the lab.

Desert Palms Hospital – Las Vegas, Nevada

"DADDY!" BJ and Adam said in unison as they came on the screen, smiling at Robert as he lay in bed.

Robert smiled and touched the screen with his right hand, "Hey, kiddos, how are you?" he asked tiredly.

"Daddy, Miss Talia helped me get stuff for school," Adam said in a happy voice. "You have lots of owwies."

Despite feeling tired and sore, Robert chuckled quietly, "When I come home, you can kiss them better for me, okay?" he suggested in a kind voice. "BJ, are you doing okay? I know I said we'd go fishing before school…"

"It's Miami, Dad," BJ replied calmly. "Can we rent a boat at Christmas and maybe go fishing then?"

Robert smiled, "Maybe," he replied softly. "Maybe I'll even teach you how to drive a boat."

BJ's eyes lit up, "Only, though, if you behave yourself and get good grades this semester," Robert said firmly.

"I totally will!" BJ promised eagerly, a huge smile on his face. "Dad, Miss Talia got us a pool…."

Natalia came on the screen looking amused, "It's just one of those smaller portable pools and I thought it would give the boys something to do," she explained in an amused voice. "I know you were thinking about it…"

"Thank you," Robert replied in a tired voice, seeing faces behind Natalia and the boys. "Hi…everyone."

As the chat continued, Grissom suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned to see a uniformed officer standing there holding a phone. Not wanting to disrupt the happy video call, Grissom followed the officer from the room and took the phone, "…Grissom…" Greg's shaking voice filled the phone. "Something…bad…"

Grissom frowned, "Greg?" he asked quietly in a concerned voice. "Greg, are you there? What happened?"

"…Shooting at the lab…" Greg's trembling voice filled the phone. "…Nick missing…Warrick shot…"

There was a painful cry, "…Aah!" Grissom heard Greg whimper. "…Sara…Sara, I think I was hit…ricochet…"

Grissom's eyes widened, "…Greg, Sara?" he asked into the phone, moving further down the hallway.

There was a soft plink and Grissom heard muffled sobbing, "Greg, calm down," he heard Sara say.

"I saw some dark-haired dude force Nick outside…" Greg's voice faded into nothingness.

Terrified that something very, very bad had happened at the lab, Grissom put his phone away and looked at the officer, "Stay here and guard the Caines," he ordered sharply as he hurried down the hallway. "Don't leave."

The officer nodded and silently went back to Robert's hospital room, shaken by what he had just heard.

Crime Lab

Heavy damage and chaos greeted Grissom as he parked his SUV and got out, shocked to see the damage done as he walked under the tape and saw bullets everywhere amidst bodies with masks on them, glass, and a horrifying amount of blood, "…Grissom!" he heard Brass call out anxiously from near the building. "Over here!"

Grissom hurried over to Brass, who was in conference with Ecklie and several uniforms while swarms of paramedics were moving in and out of the building with gurneys and shaken people, "What happened?" he asked in a confused voice. "I was at Desert Palms doing the video call for Detective Caine and Greg called."

"Nick got a package and as he was looking at it, the shooting started," Sara cut in as she hurried over.

Grissom frowned as he looked at Sara, who was holding out a bag containing the box that held the note and hand-made noose, "Warrick's already been rushed to a hospital with a shot to the shoulder," Sara explained softly.

"This looks like Russian," Grissom mused, eyeing the note through the bag, frowning as he heard a loud crash.

Without waiting to see if it was safe, Grissom hurried into the building and his eyes widened as he saw a bleeding, semi-conscious Greg pinned under a metal sample shelf and surrounded by glass and spilled chemicals. The paramedics and Hodges were all standing back, eyeing the mess of chemicals with terror in their eyes.

"Paramedics were trying to move Sanders when the shelf fell," a shaken Hodges said. "What…?"

Greg's eyes suddenly opened, "What…?" he asked in a faint voice. "Why…why can't I move?"

"Hodges, get over here and help me get the shelf off him," Grissom snapped. "Greg, don't move."

Muttering under his breath about being exposed, Hodges moved through the mess and helped Grissom lift the shelf off of Greg, revealing one bloody pant leg, "A bullet hit my leg," Greg spoke in an anxious voice.

"Stay still!" Grissom ordered as he leaned down and lifted Greg up into his arms. "Just keep breathing!"

The paramedics and Hodges left the room with Grissom, all of them watching as Grissom gently deposited Greg on an empty gurney, "Where's Nick?" Greg asked in a faint voice, groggy from blood loss. "I heard a Russian accent…"

Grissom frowned as Greg passed out on the gurney, "Hodges, go with him!" he ordered in an angry voice.

As the paramedics rushed Greg outside with Hodges at their heels, Grissom moved back into the lobby and saw Sara collecting blood, "Found an undamaged evidence kit," Sara said in an anxious voice. "I saw Greg…"

"I think the Russian mafia found out about Nick killing Dimitri LaRusso," Grissom said grimly. "He's not here."

Sara frowned, "Then where is he?" she asked in a worried voice. "I didn't see him anywhere nearby…"

"I don't know, but I think he's in some very bad trouble," Grissom mused as his cell-phone rang.

Sara went back to work as Grissom answered his phone, "…Are you looking for Nicholas?" a Russian voice asked.

The sound of propellers filled the phone, "Who is this?" Grissom asked sternly. "Yes, I am looking for Nick."

Sara frowned and quickly got a tape recorder out of her kit, which she activated and handed to Grissom.

There was a muffled whimpering, "TALK!" Grissom heard an angry voice say. "Before the flight takes off."

A shaky sob filled the phone, "…Gris?" Nick's faint voice filled the phone. "I can't see anything…"

"Nick?" Grissom asked in a confused voice, listening as the word 'Florida' was mentioned quietly.

Another sob filled the phone, "Please…" Nick pled. "I don't need to go see this Sarnoff guy…please…"

There was a loud bang, "Nicholas had to take nap," the cold voice said. "He will pay the price."

The phone went dead and Grissom swore, "I need to talk to Lieutenant Caine," he hissed as he went outside just in time to see another ambulance pull away, presumably with Greg in it. "Brass, I need to talk to Horatio Caine!"

Brass eyed Grissom as the CSI hurried over, "I just got a call from some Russian guy and he's got Nick on a plane somewhere," Grissom said, showing the recorder and the phone. "The words Florida and Sarnoff were…"

"Brass, go to Desert Palms with Grissom!" Ecklie snapped. "We'll send guys to check the airports…"

Desert Palms Hospital – Las Vegas, Nevada

"...Slow bites," Horatio said calmly as he fed Robert spoonfuls of applesauce from a large bowl that the hospital Dietary department had sent along with some juice. "You're not used to eating a lot, so take it slowly…"

The call had ended on a happy note and the laptop was now on the portable table with the microphone, as Robert had grown tired quickly and was going to rest after he ate, "I think I'm full," Robert said in a tired, apologetic voice.

Nodding, Horatio set the bowl of applesauce on the table even though it was still half-full, "...No, you can't go in there!" an anxious voice suddenly said as footsteps came down the hallway. "Detective Brass!"

Horatio and Robert looked at the doorway, both confused and concerned when they saw Grissom and Brass standing there looking shaken, "Lieutenant Caine, we need to talk to you," Grissom said in a worried voice.

"Did…did something happen?" Robert asked in a tired voice. "I'm a Homicide Detective and I know that look…"

Brass and Grissom exchanged a look, "The Russian mafia shot up the Crime Lab and kidnapped one of my CSI's," Grissom finally said in a quiet voice as he moved to the foot of the bed. "Does the name Sarnoff mean anything?"

Horatio shook his head, but Robert suddenly grew very quiet, "That name sounds familiar," he finally said.

"Are you starting to remember?" Horatio asked in a quiet voice, watching as Robert thought quietly.

Robert sighed, "…The webcams…they didn't record the sound, but I heard my father's voice more often than not during the ride," he spoke in a tired voice, exhausted from thinking. "My father talked of an Ivan Sarnoff and said that Ivan was his right-hand man. I think…I think Sarnoff has a spot in Miami and one in New York, but my dad didn't say where…That Stokes guy could be at either..."

Exhausted, Robert drifted off to sleep mid-sentence, "He'll probably sleep for a while," Horatio mused quietly.

"Nick Stokes was the one abducted," Grissom said in a quiet voice. "I think the Russians heard he killed Dimitri."

Horatio frowned, "By the way, New York told me that you paid for a private plane to fly Rick and Catherine Stetler to Miami from New York?" Grissom asked in a confused voice. "They said that Taylor would eventually…"

"I'm also working on trying to get my nephew back to a Miami hospital and the abduction of Nick Stokes will only make me try harder," Horatio replied in a quiet voice. "CSI Stokes saved my life and I want to help how I can, but my priority is trying to oversee Robert's recovery and transport back to Miami where I know he will be safe."

Grissom sighed, "I'll make some calls through the Victims Assistance Network and through New York," he replied in a calm voice even though he was shaken by the incident. "Someone obviously must have the ability to help."

"Heroes…should not suffer for doing good," Horatio spoke coldly. "In my eyes, too many heroes are suffering…"

Grissom nodded and left the room to make some calls while Brass lingered by the door, deeply shaken.

Miami-Dade International Airport – Miami, Florida

"Where are we, Rick?" Catherine asked softly as she woke and found herself buckled into a seat with a blanket over her as Rick sat in a seat next to her with his hand in hers. "Are we on some sort of plane?"

Rick sighed calmly, "We're in Miami, Cat," he replied calmly. "I…I got you moved to a different hospital."

"I thought I was in trouble?" Catherine asked in a soft, confused voice as she saw that they were on a runway.

Rick patted Catherine's hand, "We'll discuss that when you're feeling better, dear," he replied soothingly.

Catherine sighed as Rick unbuckled and stood up, "Can you walk on your own?" he asked worriedly.

"Do you have the pictures from Lenny?" Catherine asked, watching as Rick gathered both of their bags.

Rick nodded and Catherine unbuckled before slowly standing up and silently disembarking the plane with minimal help from Rick, "I got you a lovely room at the Miami Behavioral Health Center," he said in a calm voice.

"There's just so much…" Catherine said in a trembling voice as she eyed Rick's car. "So much in my mind…"

Setting the bags down, Rick walked over to Catherine and gently wrapped his arms around her as she cried.

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