Hey guys...I'll be going away for two weeks, but will be back on August 14th. See you then, and thanks for everything thus far in the ficland therapy.
A few days later, Horatio went to the hospital to pick Ryan up, since he was being discharged. He had been keeping himself busy studying Speed's credit card and cell phone records, and determined that he must live downtown from where he filled up on gas, bought his morning breakfast, ect. He was planning to speak with Woodley and try to wriggle information out of him.
He arrived at the hospital early to find Ryan in jeans and a t-shirt, in a wheelchair at the front desk. He was signing himself out. When Horatio walked in, the nurse steering his chair turned him to face Horatio, and he smiled.
Ryan: H, hey.
Horatio: Ryan, they told me you can go home.
R: Well, not
home...
H: *smiles* Do they have you on any meds?
Nurse: He's on a plan, and he'll be able to explain it to you.
R: *winks* Oh, yeah, right. Any news on Speedle, H?
H: *takes wheelchair* Thank you nurse. *wheels Ryan to Hummer* Er, not much. I'm sure he lives downtown, and I'll be speaking with Woodley soon.
R: Good, good.
H: *reaches Hummer* Alright, You need me to help you into the seat?
R: *glares at Horatio* I'm a big boy, I can do it myself. *manuevers into Hummer*
H: Fine, prissy pants.
R: *smirks*
H: *loads wheelchair into trunk, gets into driver's seat*
R: Thanks for visiting me, Horatio.
H: Of course. You're my friend and partner, and you were injured.
R: Yeah, but you could have been finding Speed, and instead you were at my bedside. You're a true friend.
H: *smiles* Well, now we'll find Speed. What's this 'plan...'?
They ride back to the hotel, where Horatio calls the PD building Woodley's staying in until his hearing and has the police officer connect him with Woodley.
H: Woodley.
Woodley: *sneers* Caine. What do you want?
H: Where is Speed?
W: I don't know. I told you, I wasn't involve-
H: I'm not an idiot, I've already told you. Where is he? You'r ein charge of bringing in the foreign officers, you
know where he is. Unless you've been lying to me.
W: No, I haven't. And even if I did know, why would I tell you?
H: I can make you a deal. Get you less time.
W:...
H: Come on, I already know the area. I'm going to find him anyway.
W: My boss will kill me. He will.
H: I can get you protection. I'm a police officer as you were, don't you think I have ways of keeping this secret?
W: It's not just...so simple. This organization won't stop for one person. It's not going down just because you pull Speed out of this.
H: I understand that. I know Speed's been working as an undercover agent until you can get this up and running. I know. I just want the address.
W: You didn't hear it from me, K?
H: I got it.
W: 1432 Alvera St.
H: That's not in Downtown.
W: Part of the street runs through downtown. Right through downtown.
H: *nods* Okay, okay. If he's not there...
W: It's an apartment, I believe he's in 1B, but I'm, not sure.
H: No, no, that's good.
W: Look, just...I'm sorry.
H: Don't be. You just helped is out. Your boss, his boss, and this whole deal is going down. Part of it’s thanks to you. We need Speed’s testimony in this.
W:…
H: Bye, Woodley. *hangs up*
R: So, what'd we get.
H: Location. I'll be back later. *gets up, leaves*
R: But...I want to come!
Horatio calls for backup, then rushes to the address given to him by Woodley. He reaches the apartment, gets out, and finds apartment # 1B. He knocks on the door.
H: Speed! I knwo you're in there, and I'm going to kick down this door in ten seconds if you don't open up.
Speed: *looks up from computer inside apartment*
H: Ten...nine...eight...
S: *gets up* Horatio...
H: Seven...six...five...
S: *looks at door, sighs*
H: Four...three...two...
S: *opens door*