A/N 1- I'm telling ya'll right now, this isn't a chapter!

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Did you fall for it because I was totally lying! This is the chapter of course! I know you all have been anxiously waiting for it, so let's get some love sent to the reviewers and we'll continue on!

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Helping Kyle

Chapter 5

"Get up Calico!" Cale screamed at his motionless sister.

Kyle stared angrily at LeBrock. LeBrock just grinned and slipped the gun back into his pocket.

"Oops," he said. "My finger slipped."

"Finger...slipped...bastard I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" Kyle shouted at him.

Cale clung to Kyle's leg tighter as he felt his half-brother start to quiver.

"Empty threats will get you nowhere, Harmon," LeBrock tutted.

"It's not a threat. It's a promise." Kyle growled, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"Promises are meant to be broken, Kyle. You and I both know you won't live up to any promise. So here's what we're going to do. You're going to call your beloved Daddy and tell him that my men and I will be let through peacefully. We'll be leading you to a car, and we'll have two duffle bags full of our money. If you don't do it, you're little brother gets a bullet through the head."

Kyle looked down at Cale's tear streaked face and looked back up at LeBrock, nodding grimly.

"Fine. I'll do it."

LeBrock tossed him a phone.

"Call the old man. Let him know what we're doing."

Cale watched as Kyle angrily punched in Horatio's cell number.

Horatio Caine.

"Hey, Dad."

Kyle! Are you okay?! Who fired the gun? Are Cale and Calico with you? Are they okay? Who has you?

"Slow down, Dad! Too many questions. I'm fine. Now I want you to listen. Are you listening, Dad?"

Yes.

"The man who has us wants free passage through to a car with another one of his friends in it. He'll be taking me and two duffle bugs full of money. Okay? If you don't cooperate then he'll kill us all."

I understand, Kyle.

Kyle could already hear Horatio barking orders at the men surrounding him.

What about Calico and Cale?

Kyle looked at LeBrock, who held his hand out for the phone. Kyle handed him the phone, and LeBrock cleared his throat.

"Hello, Lieutenant! Fine day isn't it?" LeBrock asked happily. "Your kids will be left here in the warehouse with a bomb strapped to them both. Once I am far enough away, you will receive a text message that will tell you that the bomb timer is terminated. Are we clear? Enter the warehouse before then, and well, boom."

I get it. When are you exiting the warehouse?

"Soon. We won't keep you waiting."

LeBrock hung up the phone and snapped it in two. Kyle picked up Cale and held him close as Calico's little body stirred, before she let out a little moan of pain.

"Hm? Well, you're supposed to be dead my dear! Oh well. Get the backpack off her." LeBrock ordered.

One of his men lifted Calico off the ground just enough to slip the book bag off her, and then he let her fall to the ground again. Cale and Kyle both flinched, and Kyle rushed over to Calico.

"Calico, can you hear me? Calico?" Kyle whispered.

"Mmm...Kyle?"

Kyle smiled slightly. "That's right. I'm here, Calico."

Kyle set Cale down, and Cale gripped onto Calico's hand as he sat on the ground. Kyle never saw the butt of the gun coming until he felt something hit the back of his head, and he blacked out.

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"Well, Horatio?" Calleigh asked, staring at the warehouse.

"The man wants access to a friends car with Kyle and two duffel bags of money they have. There will be..." Horatio trailed off, staring at his wife.

"What, Horatio? There will be what?" Calleigh asked, eyes glistening.

"As soon as we get the text message from the man, then we can go into the warehouse and get the kids."

"What of Kyle though?"

Horatio frowned. "I think they'll be taking Kyle with them."

Calleigh nodded her understanding, placing a hand on Horatio's upper arm.

"We'll get him back."

Horatio smiled at her before looking at the other men and women assembled.

"All right everyone! These men are not to be shot at, not to be harmed! They will have access to a car and no one is to head toward the warehouse without my signal! Are we clear?"

"Yes!"

Horatio and Calleigh watched as LeBrock came out carrying Kyle. Two other men carried the duffle bags. The car they were headed to pulled up right beside LeBrock, and he threw Kyle in. He took one duffle bag at a time, carefully setting them in the car before him and his men hopped inside and drove away.

Horatio stared at the end of the car, while Calleigh quickly wrote down the license plate that was in sight. All was silent for a few minutes until Horatio's cell phone chirped, signaling it had a message. Grabbing his phone and flipping it open, he nodded at Calleigh.

"Let's get in there."

Calleigh nodded, and followed by other officers, she and Horatio made their way to the door. Nodding at Horatio, he kicked the door in and officers stormed inside. In the corner of the warehouse, deep in the shadows, Calleigh could see something.

Or someone...She thought, eager to have her children back in her arms again.

She and Horatio moved to the corner while flashlights shined down. Kyle's luggage and Calico's bag sat up leaning against the wall. A little white letter with Horatio's name on it caught Calleigh's eye, and she picked it up, handing it over to her husband.

Horatio ripped open the letter and his eyes quickly scanned the paper before he crumpled it slightly in anger.

"Horatio?" Calleigh asked, softly as she loosened his fingers to grab at the paper.

Lieutenant,

By now I'm sure you realized that there was no bomb, was no bargain. We have all three of your children now, and we'll be in contact with you soon. If you do not agree to our demands, we'll kill your children. Starting with little Cale Caine. I'm sure that you can tell just how serious my men and I are. You should've gotten rid of me when you had the chance, Lieutenant, but now it's your children on the line.

LeBrock.

Calleigh crushed the paper in both of her hands, tears falling down her face.

"No!" She screamed, trembling.

"Calleigh, calm down," Horatio said, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Calm down? Don't you tell me to calm down, Horatio Caine!"

"I need you focused, Calleigh. They need you focused."

Gradually, she stopped shaking and fell into Horatio's arms, exhausted.

"What should we do, Lieutenant?" Someone asked.

"What we do best. Find them."

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"Let me out! Let me out!" Calico screamed.

Her room was limited since she was in the duffle bag, but that didn't stop her from kicking out, hoping to be able to land one right in someone's shin. LeBrock sighed tiredly. Ever since she had recovered from getting shot, or so he had thought, she had more energy than ever.

"Would you just shut the hell up?" He screamed.

"No you big bully! Let me out of this bag, and I'll make you shut the hell up!" Calico screamed back.

Cale whimpered slightly in his bag. His back hurt and so did his shoulders from hunching, and he didn't like listening to yelling. Especially when his sister was yelling those naughty words that mom and dad had told them not to say.

"Damn it shut up!"

"Damn you!" Calico yelled back.

LeBrock kicked the bag Calico was in, and all was quiet for a few moments.

"You big jerk! I'm bleeding! Get me out of here!"

Calico felt the zipper...if she could just force it...Another kick aimed at her bag, hit her in the head and she slumped forward.

"Finally, quiet," LeBrock grunted.

"Are you sure you didn't kill her boss? That kick was pretty hard..." One said.

"Eh. She's Caine's daughter isn't she? She'll live."

"Mphm! Mmm! Cawco!" Kyle mumbled into his gag, struggling to get his hands untied from behind his back.

"Shut up, Kyle. Or I'll kick you too."

"Mphm!" Kyle grunted, spitting out the gag. "You sick sick bastard! I'll kill you if you hurt them again!"

LeBrock shoved his arm into Kyle's throat, cutting off the airflow. Kyle struggled to get LeBrock's arm away from him, and when the arm moved, it was replaced by the gag.

"Now shut up. I can easily kill you. Be like Cale over here." LeBrock said, patting the blue duffle bag.

Cale whimpered slightly again. He didn't like the big scary man who hurt his family. His eyes flashed with tears, before they hardened. If he could be just like Calico, then maybe they could get out of here alive. Flipping over on his back, he sighed with relief at the hurt that dissipated from his back and shoulders.

His small fingers reached up and he fumbled with the hard metal on the duffle bag. If he could just force it apart, he could grasp the zipper. The car suddenly jerked to a stop, sending Cale and the duffle bag he was in, barreling into a seat. His head snapped back painfully, and he groaned slightly.

And suddenly, he was being lifted. Making a noise of protest, he clung to the edge of the bag in terror.

"Calm yourself, Cale. I'm not going to drop you." LeBrock said gruffly.

"What do you want to do about this one then?" Cale heard a man asked.

"Burn it. Can't be letting Caine find anything in there that might lead to us. Just torch it and let's go." LeBrock said as Cale felt himself being deposited on another car floor.

"Mm...Cale?" Calico asked quietly, stretching her hand out so her duffle bag touched his.

Cale could see where Calico's hand was, and he placed his with it.

"I'm here big sis."

"We're in trouble, aren't we?"

Cale nodded, before he realized that Calico couldn't see him.

"Yeah, but mom and dad will get us. I know they will."

Okay...so I lied about the faster update. But can you blame me?

Well, I am the one to blame so...yeah. Think of this as a late New Years present eh? And today is my brother's birthday so I'm off to eat cake(soon)!

Now I'm off to reread Spice and Wolf off mangafox. Ta-ta, and...review!

~iiWishUponAStar