Post by shiningzephyr on Feb 24, 2009 19:12:59 GMT -5
Title: Bitter Penetration
Author: shiningzephyr
Fandom: CSI: Miami/CSI: New York
Pairing: E/C, RaiN, HY, SMacked, DL, Flangell, Fiesta, StellaHoratio, various friendships
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own CSI: Miami or CSI: New York. If I did... *evil grin* There would, once again, be significant changes.
Summary: A terrorist action at Miami International puts Horatio in a rough position unlike anything he's ever faced: in order to save the hostage, he's got to become one. The hostage? Mac Taylor from Manhattan.
Warnings: Violence, some pretty rough language (censored out as best as possible), scary images, dark themes
Author's Notes: I'm not quite sure where this tale originated from, to be honest. One night, I sat at my computer, stared at the page, and came up with this chapter and a plot in half an hour. Let's see where this one ends up running off to, shall we? Enjoy, my friends.
Miami International Airport. Eight-thirty AM.
It was nothing short of chaos in the baggage claim as screams rang out from all directions. People pushed over one another, struggling to get out of the building in a fit of panic. Children cried out for their mothers and fathers, couples clutched hands as they made their way for the doors. Families were broken up from the horror of those who practically pushed their way to the front to escape first from the situation.
Behind the mobs, a single man lay on the floor, groaning and attempting to get up to catch up with his friends. His arms were bloodied, head opened up with a two-inch gash on the side. He was losing consciousness fast, and he knew very well that if he didn’t haul his ass out of there, he would not be able to make it out of this alive. Gasping for any oxygen left in the air, he struggled to pick himself off the ground.
His mind flickered from his own safety to that of his friends. ‘If they don’t get out of here alive, and I do, I’m never going to forgive myself,’ he thought blearily, reaching for his cell phone and fumbling around for it in his pocket. ‘Got to… reach them in…’
“Hey! What the f*** are you doing?!”
He squeezed his eyes shut and snarled to himself. He’d been careless, thinking he was finally alone, but he knew that there had to be more people in the airport. He could feel a shoe connect with his side, and his throat allowed him to voice the pain he felt. Blood gathered inside his mouth, and he could hear more screams. There were still people inside, and he knew he had to help them somehow. It was his job.
“’ey, Caleb! We got one down! Let’s take him!”
“What about the-“
There was a bark of laughter. “You know, I like this guy! He’s already looking half-dead anyway. Why don’t we take him so when we give our demands, we can give them the option of giving them him too? Ya know what I mean?”
Caleb sounded amused. “Yea, I do. But we’ve only got one.”
“Caleb, I don’t give two sh**s if we had a family reunion coming to this place! We’re takin’ him as our own and makin’ sure he’ll get us some good money!” Another bark of laughter. “Besides, judgin’ by the fact that he’s got a badge, I’m thinkin’ he’s a cop! He can get us more since we got this dude as our hostage! What d’ya think?”
Silence for a moment.
“C’mon, man. Help me pick up this body of his and drag him to that place over there.”
The wounded officer couldn’t reply to anything he had just heard. He didn’t have any strength, but he did have enough of a brain to shut up. Maybe he could get some more answers out of these guys as to why they were doing this…
“Could this be considered a crime scene we can’t exactly process right now?” Ryan Wolfe questioned his boss, who stood next to the SWAT team in nervous anticipation.
Miami International Airport. Nine-twelve AM.
The scene was a mess of officers, witnesses, victims, blood, and trauma. Horatio Caine surveyed the area in typical form- hands on his hips, sunglasses perched on his nose, and black work outfit covered by a bulletproof vest. The call out had been heard at eight-fifty that morning, and no one was excited to take this situation on, to say the least. Another long week of cases was finally catching up to the lieutenant in particular, and this in turn was creating the snappish, moody redheaded leader that no one liked.
He turned to Ryan and frowned. “Use your common sense, Mr. Wolfe. Are you going to go in there with a hostage situation in progress?”
Ryan winced.
He turned away from his leader and walked over to the others, who were considerably less tense than their friend. Natalia Boa Vista flashed him a sympathetic smile and offered him a bulletproof vest as well, which he gratefully accepted. “Is he being mean to you?” she teased as gently as she could while trying to sound professional. “You know you shouldn’t ask stupid questions.”
“Hey, you never know if there is any evidence in front of the airport that can help us or something!” he grumbled as he put on the vest. “And he didn’t have to treat me like a baby or something. Seriously, you’d think that right now, he acts like I’m two.”
She shrugged. “Overprotective side coming into play?”
“Who knows.” He glanced down at his watch. “What’ve we got exactly?”
Natalia sighed and watched the front door. “From what Eric and Calleigh have gathered from other eyewitnesses, a shot rang out in the airport some time between eight and eight-ten this morning. It caused enough attention for the people near the fired round to panic and start their swarming towards the exit. More shots get fired, and pretty soon, the entire place is in chaos. Three terrorists asking for money or somethingl, add in a hostage that’s apparently a police officer, and we’ve got the perfect recipe for disaster.”
Ryan looked disgusted. “Sounds sick enough to either be pulled off by pros or by a bunch of morons who have no time on their hands. Any idea who the captive is?”
She shook her head. “I haven’t gotten any word about that yet.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure I have a good idea who it is.”
Both people turned to the Southern accent behind them, which was laced with grimness and worry. Calleigh Duquesne was staring at the front door, shaking her head in astonishment. “You wouldn’t believe who they’re trying to keep in there.”
Ryan furrowed his brow. “Well, who?”
“Witnesses say he’s an officer- and not only that, but a damn good one, too. Goes by the name of Mac Taylor; he’s with the New York Crime Lab, and his team decided to come down here for vacation or something like that.” She jerked a finger in Horatio’s direction. “Just told him a couple of minutes ago. You think that he was stressed before? I don’t think I have ever seen such a change of annoyance and tiredness to determination so quickly in my life.”
“What’s he going to do about all this?”
Calleigh grinned. “What he always does- wait it out, go in guns blazing, shoot, and come out with the hostage alive. And he’s gathering up a team, too, so… he wants me, Ryan, and Eric in on this one, Natalia.”
The woman’s face glowed brightly. “Why doesn’t he want me coming along on this one? You know as well as he does that I can fire a weapon and hit my mark!”
“You’re asking me? I don’t know. I wish I did, to be honest.” The ballistics expert sighed. “You can go and see some of the others. I think he might be pulling some of the other members into this, but I can’t say for sure.”
Ryan rubbed his temples. “This is going to go down bad. I can feel it.”
No one knew how right that statement was.
Author: shiningzephyr
Fandom: CSI: Miami/CSI: New York
Pairing: E/C, RaiN, HY, SMacked, DL, Flangell, Fiesta, StellaHoratio, various friendships
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own CSI: Miami or CSI: New York. If I did... *evil grin* There would, once again, be significant changes.
Summary: A terrorist action at Miami International puts Horatio in a rough position unlike anything he's ever faced: in order to save the hostage, he's got to become one. The hostage? Mac Taylor from Manhattan.
Warnings: Violence, some pretty rough language (censored out as best as possible), scary images, dark themes
Author's Notes: I'm not quite sure where this tale originated from, to be honest. One night, I sat at my computer, stared at the page, and came up with this chapter and a plot in half an hour. Let's see where this one ends up running off to, shall we? Enjoy, my friends.
- - -
1. It’s Just Personal
Miami International Airport. Eight-thirty AM.
It was nothing short of chaos in the baggage claim as screams rang out from all directions. People pushed over one another, struggling to get out of the building in a fit of panic. Children cried out for their mothers and fathers, couples clutched hands as they made their way for the doors. Families were broken up from the horror of those who practically pushed their way to the front to escape first from the situation.
Behind the mobs, a single man lay on the floor, groaning and attempting to get up to catch up with his friends. His arms were bloodied, head opened up with a two-inch gash on the side. He was losing consciousness fast, and he knew very well that if he didn’t haul his ass out of there, he would not be able to make it out of this alive. Gasping for any oxygen left in the air, he struggled to pick himself off the ground.
His mind flickered from his own safety to that of his friends. ‘If they don’t get out of here alive, and I do, I’m never going to forgive myself,’ he thought blearily, reaching for his cell phone and fumbling around for it in his pocket. ‘Got to… reach them in…’
“Hey! What the f*** are you doing?!”
He squeezed his eyes shut and snarled to himself. He’d been careless, thinking he was finally alone, but he knew that there had to be more people in the airport. He could feel a shoe connect with his side, and his throat allowed him to voice the pain he felt. Blood gathered inside his mouth, and he could hear more screams. There were still people inside, and he knew he had to help them somehow. It was his job.
“’ey, Caleb! We got one down! Let’s take him!”
“What about the-“
There was a bark of laughter. “You know, I like this guy! He’s already looking half-dead anyway. Why don’t we take him so when we give our demands, we can give them the option of giving them him too? Ya know what I mean?”
Caleb sounded amused. “Yea, I do. But we’ve only got one.”
“Caleb, I don’t give two sh**s if we had a family reunion coming to this place! We’re takin’ him as our own and makin’ sure he’ll get us some good money!” Another bark of laughter. “Besides, judgin’ by the fact that he’s got a badge, I’m thinkin’ he’s a cop! He can get us more since we got this dude as our hostage! What d’ya think?”
Silence for a moment.
“C’mon, man. Help me pick up this body of his and drag him to that place over there.”
The wounded officer couldn’t reply to anything he had just heard. He didn’t have any strength, but he did have enough of a brain to shut up. Maybe he could get some more answers out of these guys as to why they were doing this…
- - -
“Could this be considered a crime scene we can’t exactly process right now?” Ryan Wolfe questioned his boss, who stood next to the SWAT team in nervous anticipation.
Miami International Airport. Nine-twelve AM.
The scene was a mess of officers, witnesses, victims, blood, and trauma. Horatio Caine surveyed the area in typical form- hands on his hips, sunglasses perched on his nose, and black work outfit covered by a bulletproof vest. The call out had been heard at eight-fifty that morning, and no one was excited to take this situation on, to say the least. Another long week of cases was finally catching up to the lieutenant in particular, and this in turn was creating the snappish, moody redheaded leader that no one liked.
He turned to Ryan and frowned. “Use your common sense, Mr. Wolfe. Are you going to go in there with a hostage situation in progress?”
Ryan winced.
He turned away from his leader and walked over to the others, who were considerably less tense than their friend. Natalia Boa Vista flashed him a sympathetic smile and offered him a bulletproof vest as well, which he gratefully accepted. “Is he being mean to you?” she teased as gently as she could while trying to sound professional. “You know you shouldn’t ask stupid questions.”
“Hey, you never know if there is any evidence in front of the airport that can help us or something!” he grumbled as he put on the vest. “And he didn’t have to treat me like a baby or something. Seriously, you’d think that right now, he acts like I’m two.”
She shrugged. “Overprotective side coming into play?”
“Who knows.” He glanced down at his watch. “What’ve we got exactly?”
Natalia sighed and watched the front door. “From what Eric and Calleigh have gathered from other eyewitnesses, a shot rang out in the airport some time between eight and eight-ten this morning. It caused enough attention for the people near the fired round to panic and start their swarming towards the exit. More shots get fired, and pretty soon, the entire place is in chaos. Three terrorists asking for money or somethingl, add in a hostage that’s apparently a police officer, and we’ve got the perfect recipe for disaster.”
Ryan looked disgusted. “Sounds sick enough to either be pulled off by pros or by a bunch of morons who have no time on their hands. Any idea who the captive is?”
She shook her head. “I haven’t gotten any word about that yet.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure I have a good idea who it is.”
Both people turned to the Southern accent behind them, which was laced with grimness and worry. Calleigh Duquesne was staring at the front door, shaking her head in astonishment. “You wouldn’t believe who they’re trying to keep in there.”
Ryan furrowed his brow. “Well, who?”
“Witnesses say he’s an officer- and not only that, but a damn good one, too. Goes by the name of Mac Taylor; he’s with the New York Crime Lab, and his team decided to come down here for vacation or something like that.” She jerked a finger in Horatio’s direction. “Just told him a couple of minutes ago. You think that he was stressed before? I don’t think I have ever seen such a change of annoyance and tiredness to determination so quickly in my life.”
“What’s he going to do about all this?”
Calleigh grinned. “What he always does- wait it out, go in guns blazing, shoot, and come out with the hostage alive. And he’s gathering up a team, too, so… he wants me, Ryan, and Eric in on this one, Natalia.”
The woman’s face glowed brightly. “Why doesn’t he want me coming along on this one? You know as well as he does that I can fire a weapon and hit my mark!”
“You’re asking me? I don’t know. I wish I did, to be honest.” The ballistics expert sighed. “You can go and see some of the others. I think he might be pulling some of the other members into this, but I can’t say for sure.”
Ryan rubbed his temples. “This is going to go down bad. I can feel it.”
No one knew how right that statement was.
