Ryan scanned the prints on the scanner, typed in a few codes and then waited as the computer searched the data base for any hits.

He sat down on the chair and pulled out his phone for the tenth time to see if there any messages or updates.

There were none.

He took the bat and placed it under the magnifying glass and noticed the shop label on the handle. It faint transparent letters.

Legends Sports Shop

The computer beeped and the results confirm that the prints recovered were from Ashton Winters. He scanned the other set of prints found on the handle and the computer beeped and displayed a picture of a young woman, about the age of 22 and her profile.

Ryan took out his phone and dialed Horatio's number.

"Mr. Wolfe." Horatio's voice said on the other line after a few rings. "What have we got?"

"The label on the bat says it's from Legends Sport Shop and the other set of prints belongs to a Janice Fowler, twenty two." Ryan replied.

"Right," Horatio's voice sounded thoughtful. "Let's bring in, Ms. Fowler."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Horatio studied the young petite girl, with chestnut brown hair and chocolate brown eyes before him. She seemed uneasy as she slightly twisted and turned in her chair and her fingers tapped the clear surface of the table. She glanced at the mirrors on the wall of the interview room, knowing that there are other people watching from the other side.

"Janice Fowler." Ryan began as he took a seat opposite of the girl.

"Yes?" she replied, she looked scared. "Why am I here? I didn't do anything wrong."

"Ms. Fowler," Horatio said her name respectfully. "Your prints were found in a weapon used for abducting two Crime Scene Investigators."

"We would like to know how your prints got there." Ryan added, as he looked directly at Janice, trying to find any signs of guilt in her features. He put the picture of the bat on the table, in front of Janice for her to see.

Janice studied the picture and placed it down after some time.

"That baseball bat came from the sporting goods store that I work in." Janice explained. "My prints are bound to get there."

"Not quite Ms. Fowler." Horatio said, he placed his glasses on the table. He pointed at the picture. "Tell me, what do you notice?"

Janice took the picture again and held it in front of her and squinted her eyes.

"The prints," Janice began. "They look smudged."

"Right," Ryan agreed. "That indicates a struggle, Janice." He looked at her suspiciously. "That means, that someone tried to grab that bat from you, and you refused to let go. That's why your prints left some weird smudges there."

"Did your workplace experience a robbery, Janice?" Horatio asked, he looked at her straight in the eyes; his blue eyes gazed at her piercingly, trying to get the truth.

"No." Janice replied, but she looked down and avoided eye contact.

"I don't think so." Ryan intruded, his voice seemed cold. "because if there wasn't a struggle there, your hands wouldn't have those bruises."

Janice immediately hid her hands in her pants pocket. "It was an accident. I got them when I was babysitting."

"And I suppose the kids turned wild and punched your hands." Ryan cocked his head to one side.

"Exactly," Janice choked.

"Unbelievable."

"You better believe it!" Janice was fighting off tears now.

"Janice," Horatio said softly as he leaned on the table. "That bat was used in abducting two people from my team. You are the only person who can help us track down the kidnapers because the bat was taken from you. So please, Janice."

Janice bit her lip.

"If you don't say anything now," Ryan said, "You'll be an accessory to abduction and possibly, murder."

"Murder?" Janice's head snapped up.

"Yes, Janice," Horatio replied. "So you could either help us or just walk away leaving two innocent women to die in the hands of their abductors and the guilt will be on you."

"It's your choice." Ryan kept his voice from sounding desperate.

"If we catch them," Janice was unsure whether to continue, but she did anyway. "Could you please keep my identity secret?"

"That's part of protecting a witness, Janice." Horatio eyed his glasses on the table. "Your identity and the information you give will be kept confidential."

Janice sighed in relief.

"So you do know something." Ryan raised an eyebrow, hope was in his voice now. Maybe they could save Natalia and Calleigh after all.

"Unfortunately, I know too much. Far too much." Janice tried to get comfortable.

"I'm listening." Ryan said simply as he shifted in a comfortable position.

"My shift started normally." Janice began. "I managed the counter of the shop; it was about one in the afternoon that two men went in the store."

Ryan took out pictures of the Winters Brothers and presented them to Janice.

"Familiar?" he asked.

Janice studied the pictures and her gaze seemed to turn murderous. Horatio found this odd, but he didn't say anything just yet.

"That's them." Janice pushed the pictures back to Ryan.

"What happened next?" Ryan asked as he took the pictures.

"They asked for a bat, I showed them one, they tried to take it without paying, I held on."

"Then?" Ryan crossed his arms over his chest.

"I held on, then the other guy hit my hands with a wrench and I had to let go. They went out and drove off in a black SUV."

"Can you give a location, Janice?" Horatio asked.

"What kind of location?" Janice avoided his piercing gaze again.

"Like, where they might be hiding." Ryan said, "or what they could be doing with the hostages."

"How am I suppose to know?" Janice demanded. "They just took that bat from me, that's all."

"You're not telling us everything, Sara." Horatio said as he twiddled with his glasses.

Janice froze and she looked at him. "How..?"

"I reviewed your record and your background." Horatio leaned on the table casually. "Your real name is Sara Winters. So if I were you, I'd tell everything."

Janice also known as Sara bit her lower lip.

"Sara," Ryan began, "What do you know?" his voice had a deadly tone.

Sara sighed, "Greg and Ashton are my stepbrothers, by marriage that is. I hate them so much," she clenched her fists. "That I could just…"

"Kill them?" Horatio asked.

"Yeah," Sara looked down, "But it's not in my nature. My brothers, they abused me just like their dad abused my mom. They even raped me, and I can't tell anyone because they might find out. Because of my trauma, I missed my first shot at Dade U."

She sighed. "I got in now, but I don't think I'll ever be the same after that."

"So," Ryan broke the silence that started enveloping the room. "Do you know any information about the abduction?"

Sara was silent for a while.

"I over heard them talking, but I couldn't quiet understand what they're talking about. They're talking in codes."

"It'll be very helpful if you would tell us what you heard." Horatio said, his eyes seemed gentler this time

Sara took some time to remember what she heard, every detail and every word.

"Uhm," she struggled to remember. "Greg said something about Barbie and J Lo. Ashton said that they would hide them at the abandoned place where disturbed minds kiss the bay." She struggled to remember more and Ryan looked at Horatio with confusion in his eyes.

"Keep going please." Horatio was trying to figure out the riddle.

"Then Ashton said," Janice continued. "Let Ken and Mark Anthony save their bitches, we'll be ready for them. I'll make sure to make it a blast, trust me it'll be their last."

Janice rolled her eyes; "Ashton always makes up rhymes. Its so annoying, I hate it."

Ryan sank deep in thought. Then it hit him;

"Barbie's Calleigh and Natalia's J Lo." He began. He couldn't hide a smirk; "Ken and Mark Anthony… that's Eric and me."

Horatio looked at him. "Nice, Mr. Wolfe, very nice. And distorted minds kiss the bay. That is a mental hospital. They are hiding in an abandoned mental hospital near the bay."

"There's only one abandoned mental hospital here in Miami." Ryan stood up from his chair and gathered the files, getting ready. Then a thought came to him.

"'blast'" Ryan suddenly said. "That's a bomb."

Horatio suddenly remembered the piece of paper that Eric found.

'One wrong move and the go 'Kaboom.''

"Horatio, they know that you are a pro when it comes to bombs. They're challenging you." Ryan looked at his boss, his hazel eyes filled with worry for the sake of the team.

"Good." Horatio took his glasses and put them on. "I like being challenged."

Yeah, so I put in a new character. To make it a little more interesting. R&R