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Post by Lian on Feb 3, 2007 21:20:23 GMT -10
MMMM....can't wait for the rest...but apparently I have to...as I said before...you're good Regina...you're real good Lian
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Post by sanne on Feb 3, 2007 23:06:37 GMT -10
where is this going......
Sanne
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Post by Horatio Caine on Feb 4, 2007 0:22:17 GMT -10
Oww very good again, thanks!
Manon ;D
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Post by pheonix on Feb 4, 2007 3:45:01 GMT -10
awww its getting really good now i wish it was me that was with him oh well it can be in my dreams any way so il just have to keep dreamng wont i? well this story and another is making my day the best every time i read them. so thank you Regina my good friend.
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Post by emschld on Feb 6, 2007 18:56:22 GMT -10
Well you ask where I was going with the story this chapter has taken a really different path. The next one deals with amber alerts and how important each of us are when this happens in our community.
Chapter 16
When we got to the car I shut the passenger door and Father put the wheelchair in the back. He put his hand on my shoulder and looked down at me. “I am proud of your accomplishments. I approve of this man that you have brought into your life. He is a strong man that doesn’t give into weakness. He sees this chair as a sign of weakness and so don’t force it on him.” Then he handed me a cane. “He may want to use this at the lab instead.”
I smiled at Dad and his brilliant deduction powers and then took the cane after giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks Dad. You are the greatest.” Then I walked around to the driver’s side and got in. I gave H the cane. “Dad thinks you might want to use this rather than the chair today.” Horatio took the cane and tilted his head as he looked over at me with his tight lipped smile.
When we pulled up in front of MDPD I looked at Horatio and smiled. “Are you ready to be on your own?” His only reply was to take my hand and give it a squeeze. We got out of the car and went inside. As we got off the elevator at the reception desk several people gave Horatio calls of encouragement. It was easy to see that he was popular with the PD staff.
As we came up to the desk the lady behind it looked up and her eyes got very wide as she looked at Horatio as if he were the ghost of Christmas past. She opened her mouth as if to say something then closed it and swallowed. “Do you want your messages Lt. Caine?” Horatio put his hand up for the stack of slips of pink paper. He started to sift through them and said to her. “Thank you Paula”. I stood there and just watched him, knowing that he would no more stay home than my own father would have in the same condition. I smiled as I realized just how much alike they were.
When Horatio had finished flipping through the pink slips and putting them in his own type of order he turned back to the woman on the desk and introduced me. Then he told her that I would be in need of a visitor badge. She smiled and pulled a form out for me to fill out and then slid a white visitor badge across the desk. As I finished the paper work and I was handing her the paper back a woman came up to the desk and slammed her hand on the counter several times very angrily.
We all turned to look at her. She had the look of someone who was upset and on the verge of exploding into a torrent of harsh words. But when she saw that she had our attention she pulled up a pad and pen and begin to write. “I can not talk. My child is missing.” She shoved the paper at me. I looked at it and handed it to Horatio then I began to sign to her. “I will talk for you. I am a translator. When was the last time you saw your child?”
She signed back to me. “He left for school this morning and did not return on the bus. When I ask his friend Buddy he said he got into a black car with a man at school.” As she signed to me I was translating to Horatio.
Horatio took over the questioning at this point. “Ma’am. My name is Horatio Caine. What was your son wearing this morning?”
She signed and I translated. “He had on his good jeans and a black T-shirt that said geek on it in little letters. I found these emails on his computer.” She thrust copies of emails that her son had sent and received in the past few weeks.
As we spoke Paula had picked up the phone and made a call to the department that would actually handle an amber alert. She leaned over the desk and said “Lt. I have a detective coming up. He will take care of the amber alert and take it from here but do you think your lady friend would stand in for the translator?” He looked from her to me and smiled at me then back to Paula he said over his shoulder. “She will do what she can for the lady.”
It was at that time the detective walked up to help. Her name was Det. Yelina Salas. “Horatio, I didn’t know that you were back for duty.” He smiled at her briefly and then nodding to the mother who was talking to me in sign. “Just stopped by for my messages and got caught up here. Dee was a sign translator for the Amarillo Police Dept. before moving to Miami, She will help you with the case. I have some pressing matters in the lab.”
He turned to me and bent close and whispered. “I promise I will go sit down on the first chair I come to.”
I looked at him for a second, saw that he was perspiring a little and nodded back to him. We then went our separate ways.
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Post by karamag010756 on Feb 6, 2007 19:17:50 GMT -10
Regina you're a writer and a good one too. I enjoyed your story on your wonderful grandmother and now this..........book. It's great, good luck on more creativewriting. Now I'm in suspense for the next chapter, you know how to keep readers wanting more.
Big smiles Linda
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Post by Lian on Feb 6, 2007 19:37:41 GMT -10
you know how to keep readers wanting more. Big smiles Linda You sure do...now I don't want to say the same things to you over and over again...but I can't help it....MORE PLEASE. Lian
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Post by emschld on Feb 6, 2007 19:54:39 GMT -10
this chapter just fell of my fingertips. so here you go another chapter tonight
Chapter 17
I went with the Det Salas and Mrs. Evlynn Jones. Having worked on amber alerts in Amarillo I knew how important it was to get as much facts as quickly as you could. The clock was ticking at 1 hour missing. We knew from statistics that the first 3 hours were the most important in finding a lost or abducted child. The boy could be anywhere. Det. Salas got the units rolling to set up a command post at Mrs. Jones home. She ask if I would need a ride and I told her that because I still wasn’t sure of my way around Miami a ride would be nice. Plus I needed to stay with Mrs. Jones in order to translate.
The three of us rode over in Det Salas’s car. As we got there officers both on and off duty were already there. We had already gotten a recent picture of Charles Jones and the command post had made up flyers and officers were going door to door. More officers were sent to the school to talk with the teachers and see if they remembered anyone strange in the last few days around the school. News cameras were there and posted the child’s picture on the air. Radio station in the greater Miami started to broadcast the information. As the neighbors heard what was going on they began to bring over food and coffee for the people that were at the command post.
I had found out the Charles was not deaf or dumb. His mother was both. His father was in Iraq with a unit of the Florida National Guard. I got the information to the National Guard and within an hour there was a unit of the National Guard at the disposal of the MDPD. I stayed close to Mrs. Jones during the entire time as she had no one that could help her.
Back at the lab:
Horatio had taken the emails back to Mr. Cooper and ask him to trace the IP address. He then went to his office, sat down in his chair and called Calleigh up from ballistics. When she came into his office she looked at him with a bit of surprise on her face. “Well, handsome fancy meeting you here.” She then crossed the room and handed him some papers. “I picked this up from Cooper as I was passing. It seems that the IP address of the email had gone through several countries before it found its way to Charles. But it was not untraceable just a bit harder to locate, he is going to need a little more time.”
Horatio’s lip tightened into a very tight frown. “Time is not our friend on this one. We have a missing child. And from what you just told me this isn’t his first time at this sort of thing.” He pulled at his lower lip as he thought, after a moment he began to ask Calleigh about the other cases that were ongoing. When she came to his own case she told him the Sgt. Stetler had released everything back to the lab to get to the bottom of. Delko was going over the car that the woman had been driving and Ryan was working the trace on the woman’s clothing and other belongings. There had been a second person but because backup arrived as quickly as it did all that this person did was remove the woman’s gun from the scene. They continued to discuss the ongoing cases coming back to the two that had H’s attention, the missing child and his own.
Switch back to command post:
I received my text message on my cell phone on the Amber Alert within minutes of the call going out. This was a voluntary thing that anyone with a cell phone can have at no charge from their wireless carrier. It is nationwide and would be sent to you no matter what state you are in. As a former officer of the Amarillo Police Department I had my wireless carrier set me up with the text message alert. This was how most of the off duty officers had heard about the alert.
I was standing beside Mrs. Jones translating questions that the television station reporter was asking when I looked up and saw the tall form of Shaquille O’Neal walking towards us. Though I had never worked with him I knew that he donated his time to the police department in Miami and that he ran an internet system that was set up to catch sexual predators on the internet. He walked up to Det. Salas and asked a few questions he then turned to Mrs. Jones and myself and walked over. He extended his hand to her and as she shook his hand he bent down and took her in his arms and gave her a hug. When he released her she signed to me that she felt that the whole world was looking for her son. Tears were streaming down her face and her sobs could be heard above the chaotic noise that came from the many people that were around her.
The end of the third hour was fast approaching and all the leads that had come in had not panned out. Then we got a brake, someone had called in a report of seeing a car with a man and a boy that fit Charles Jones description at a pier trying to rent a boat. As we waited to hear from the Coast Guard Mrs. Jones and I sat in her living room talking quietly about her son. I heard a shout from outside the house, and then Det. Salas came in with a smile on her face. “We have him and the man is in custody. Come on we take you to him.”
I signed this to Mrs. Jones and she jumped up off the coach and gave the detective a hug. Nodding her head and signing ‘Let’s go. Let’s go now.’ We were in the car with the lights flashing and the sirens on. Several cars and trucks were right behind us as we speed off towards the pier.
The car had verily come to a stop when Mrs. Jones jumped and started forward to the group of Coast Guard personal and police. I ran quickly after her. When we got to the group it parted and there in the middle was her son, Charlie. He was unhurt. When he saw his mother he began to cry and sign to her that he was sorry for all the trouble he had caused. He wanted to go fishing with his new friend. He missed going fishing with his dad. She hugged him tightly to her.
There was much whooping and hollering over finding the boy unharmed. Several of the Coast Guard men came up to Mrs. Jones and told her that they would be happy to come by sometime and take Charlie fishing while his father was serving his country far away. Then Mr. O’Neal came up to Charlie and you could see the young boys face light up as he looked at this gentle giant of a man.
Mr. O’Neal took Charlie over to the side and had a little talk with him about the danger of meeting people that you talk to over the internet. It was important to always be sure to obey rules of protection. But most important he should never put his mother through what the last few hours had been every again. Charlie agreed and then Mr. O’Neal told him that he wanted him down on center court at the next game of the Miami Heats home game. He would sit on the bench with him and his team mates.
I wrote this chapter because many of us on this board are young people. Please be aware that there are bad people every where. AMBER ALERT has been established in the US and it has saved many children. But for AMBER ALERT to work we as a community must be aware and willing to help when this alert goes out.
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Post by Lian on Feb 6, 2007 20:20:10 GMT -10
Fantastic Regina....I won't say what I always say...MORE PLEASE...jeez, I did it again. ;D And as for the last bit....you are so right. Lian
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Post by lucymalta on Feb 6, 2007 21:09:32 GMT -10
Great Regina - just great....
So glad you wrote about the Amber alert system - it's so important to have a set up like that - we don't have anything like it in Malta, but fortunately we don't have kids that go missing either - Families here are VERY protective - sometimes over-protective, and everyone looks out for each others kids when they're playing in the stret. - The schools will not allow the younger kids out, until a parent or grandparent is there to pick them up - its a very good system..
Lucy
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Post by sanne on Feb 6, 2007 21:24:06 GMT -10
Agree with the others. It's a great story and a very important thing to mention.
Sanne
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Post by Horatio Caine on Feb 6, 2007 22:43:36 GMT -10
Great work again!! Thanks for letting us know!
Manon.
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Post by pheonix on Feb 6, 2007 23:49:48 GMT -10
wow thanks great styory and your right well said
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Post by emschld on Feb 15, 2007 22:17:08 GMT -10
OK OK here is the next chapter on this one. Because you asked for it:
Chapter 18
I left Mrs. Jones and Charlie at their home. But before I left I gave my card to Mrs. Jones and signed to her that she should feel free to contact me anytime. I then got into my car and head for headquarters to pick up Horatio. He had been there a lot longer than he needed to be. When I walked in the receptionist called me over. “Lt. Caine is in the lab. He is with his team going over the case. You can wait in his office. It’s just up those stairs and to the right.” I smiled at her very nicely. “Well, Lt. Caine is on limited duty and he has gone over his time limit to be on his feet.”
I walked down the hall and found the layout room that held Horatio and his team. I looked through the glass and saw that at least he was sitting and not standing. I rapped on the glass and smiled as they all turned to look at me. Horatio waved at me to come on in and I did just that. “I hate to be a party pooper but H needs to get off that leg. I am surprised that Alexx hasn’t been in here and put you on a couch.” I then walked up to H and looked at him. “Did you guys hear that we found the boy?” They all smiled and Horatio answered. “Yes, we did. Good job.” He looked back at the table and the evidence it contained. “You want to help on this one?” I turned and looked at the table. Laid out on the table in front of us were pictures of the three car accident, bullets, the clothes that the woman and H had been wearing at the time of the shooting, pictures of H’s gun and pictures of his blood and the chalk outline of his body by the front of the car.
I then turned to Horatio and smiled my sweetest smile. “You’ve already found there is a discrepancy in the photos of the accident and what you remember haven’t you?” H only nodded his head. “I would bet that there was another car there that is not in the picture.” Again H only nodded. “You can come back tomorrow and play with the team. But you are under doctor’s orders to take it easy and after spending three hours being grilled by my family and four hours up here is not within those orders. And I am repeating this for everyone here, I do hold a medical degree and have two little letters after my name. The doctor at the hospital put Horatio into my care for the next few days. That means I can and will invoke the doctor privilege of putting H on full medical leave if I have too.”
Horatio sat with his hands on his lips head tucked and looking at the floor. He licked his lips then spoke very quietly. “This is what I do. I work hard at putting the bad guys away. You are familiar with that concept. Sometimes one must forgo his or her own health to do just that.” He raised his head and tilted it to one side and narrowed his eyes as he spoke directly to me. “I can not just walk away and leave this to someone else. I was forced to do that in the beginning and that let Stetler pull strings none of us here liked.”
I closed the gap between us and let out a deep breath. “You were put into my care. I have an oath to do no harm. If I allow you to stay here I would be putting your health at risk. I am talking to you as a doctor not Dee Langley, so please be a nice patient and go home to bed.”
We stared at each other for just a few seconds and finely he stood up. As soon as he put weight on the right leg he had to grab hold of the lay out table to steady himself. I reached over and got his cane then handed it to him As he started towards the door he gave parting advise to the team. Then to Calleigh he said. “Keep me posted. I will be following doctor’s orders for the rest of the day.”
As much as I wanted to aid him walking out of the lab and police headquarters I knew that he would never allow me to do that. So I simply walked beside him. We finely made it to the car and Horatio got into the passenger side of the car. As I swung in under the wheel I heard him let out a sigh and when I looked over at him I could see the pain he was in was settling in on him now that his mind was not being held tightly to other matters. I reached into the glove compartment and took out a pill bottle and handed it to him. “I filled your prescription on the way back from Mrs. Jones. This is your pain pills; take one now before you pass out on me. I would never be able to get you upstairs and into bed as dead weight.”
He opened the bottle and shook out one pill and threw it into his mouth and swallowed. Then he looked at me with his head tilted to one side. “If I recall you only have one bed in your apartment. If I recall correctly it is a king size bed. There would be room for two there. So are you going to join me? Or are you going to get a blanket and pillow and sleep on your couch?” He raised his eye brows as he asked the last question.
I smiled and turned my attention to pulling out of the parking lot. When what I wanted to do was plant one very big kiss on him and tell him that the bed was built for two and I didn’t have extra bed linens. When I pulled into traffic I answered him. “I will be sharing the bed for sleeping only tonight.” I smiled and gave him a sideways glance. “If you’re a good boy I see what happens in the future.”
We drove in silence then I pulled into Casa Juancho I turned to Horatio. “Eric said you liked Cuban and suggested things from this menu. I just have to pick it up. So don’t go any where.”
Horatio was sitting with his head laid back against the head rest. “I’ll be right here when you get back.”
I got back in the car with our meal. I had chosen Mero con Almejas for one of the dishes and the other Filete de Pargo “Casa Juanco”. The aroma of the food filled the car and Horatio’s eyes snapped open. “I’m glad I decided to stay put. That smell’s absolutely like a dinner from heaven.” He looked at the bags in the back seat. “How much torture did you have in mind for me? If your apartment is more than 10 minutes away I’m going to crawl into your back seat with the food.”
I laughed and laid my hand on his right knee. “It may take 15 minutes does that sound like to much torture?” He turned back to me and smiled. “What’s for desert?” He had asked the question with a big smile on his face.
I pulled into traffic and smiled as I tried to think just what I had at my apartment that qualified as dessert. “I forgot to order that. Am I forgiven?”
He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “I can provide dessert if you don’t make me take another pain pill.”
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Post by sanne on Feb 15, 2007 23:23:25 GMT -10
Great, once again...looking foreward to the next chapter. Don't keep us waiting too long, please
Sanne
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