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Part I: Rebirth
Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7 :: Chapter 8

Part II: Reunion
Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7 :: Chapter 8

After Crockett resolved that he would hang in and get out of there somehow, he opened his eyes, looked over and saw Ricardo nodding off in a chair beside the bed. "Good morning kid," he said in a weak voice. Ricardo woke up and edged over to the side of the bed. He helped Sonny roll over onto his back and then wiped his face with a warm cloth. It felt good.

"Thanks," Crockett whispered before a shiver went through him. The heroin was wearing off and the DT's were starting to kick in. His body ached all over and the slightest movement sent pain messages everywhere.

Ricardo helped him sit up and held a glass of water to his parched lips. Then he eased Sonny back down on the bed, took his arm gently and started rubbing an alcohol-soaked swab on the inside of his arm. "What are you doing?" Sonny asked slightly alarmed.

"This will make you feel better Sonny," he replied. "It will let you sleep so your body can heal."

"I don't want to sleep that sleep," a weak voice answered back. "Keep that junk away from me."

"You're too weak. You can't go through withdrawal like you are - it will kill you. Look, you're already starting to shake. If I don't do this, you could die. You're my friend Sonny, and I want to help you. You told me you wanted see your son again. You'll never get there if you're dead. Please, heroin is a bad thing I know. But let it help you for now."

Sonny didn't argue with the boy. He knew he was too weak to do anything about it anyway. Let the drug do it what it was supposed to this time. Once he had his strength back and got out of here, he'd get the monkey off his back.

Crockett slept on and off for the next few days, partly as a result of the ordeal he had been through, and partly due to the drugs. Gradually, under the tender ministrations of the young man, the sores and bruises began to heal, and he started to gain some strength back. It helped that Fuente didn't come by. Ricardo told Sonny that Fuente had left the island on business, but had left his men behind. They were under orders to give Ricardo whatever was needed for his "guest" and to make sure neither of them left the island. But other than keeping an eye on things and showing up at irregular intervals to administer the doses of heroin, they were to leave them both alone. Under Fuente's orders, they timed their visits to ensure that the shot was past due. He wanted Crockett to feel the pain of doing without and beg for it. Fuente had no intentions of making things easy for his guest. Crockett had done more than just take his money. He had cost him a lot of lost shipments over the years. Pain was just part of it. He wanted to destroy the man's soul.

During those days Ricardo and Sonny became pretty close, both comrades in a bad situation. Sonny liked Ricardo. He seemed like a nice kid -- why was he hanging around with a bad dude like Fuente. He asked him what he was doing there. Ricardo explained that he had no choice. His mother had been killed in a car explosion when he was a baby and his uncle had taken him to live with him in Colombia. He was cared for by a woman named Maria, one of his uncle's servants. Maria was the only mother he had known. She was a good woman, more like a doting grandmother than a servant. She had little love for either his uncle or Fuente, but she feared both of them. Like Fuente, his uncle had been a dope smuggler, just like his grandfather before him. Maria had tried to shield him from his family's background, but Fuente had filled him in.

Fuente had been a good friend of his grandfather and uncle. When he was just a few years old his uncle had died while on a trip somewhere. Before the trip, he had asked Fuente to raise him should anything happen to him. Fuente took him under his wing, but luckily, he had left Ricardo with Maria most of the time when he was growing up. But sometimes he would take Ricardo on business trips with him. Those trips had become more frequent lately.

A few months ago Fuente had come to Maria's house and told him that now that he was a young man, it was time to honour his uncle's wishes and join the "family business". He wanted nothing to do with the drug trade, but Fuente had warned him that he would harm Maria if he didn't cooperate. Ricardo hated the man and everything he stood for, but he could see no way out without endangering the woman who had raised him. That's why he did whatever Fuente asked him to.

When Sonny asked him about his father, Ricardo said that he knew practically nothing about him. Maria knew who he was, but wouldn't tell him. All she would say was that he was American and that his mother had loved him very much, but it would be better if he didn't know any more than that. She had told him that his uncle had killed Ricardo's mother, to get revenge on her and the father of her child -- his father -- but she would never explain why he wanted revenge of such magnitude. Fuente also knew who his father was, but he wouldn't tell him anything either. He just said that his father was a low-life scum and not to waste his time thinking about him, but he also promised that one day he would arrange for him to meet the man.

"Didn't your father ever try to find you?" Sonny asked.

"Maria told me that he thought I had died in the car explosion with my mother and that was the way it should be."

Sonny couldn't help but think that this kid looked familiar, but he couldn't place the face. Maybe if his head hadn't been so clouded with drugs and pain, he may have been able to make the connection. But one thing he was certain of, was that after he got out of this mess, he would do everything in his power to get Ricardo and Maria away from Fuente and out from under his control.

When Fuente returned to the island, he was in good spirits. It had been four days since the second tapes had been delivered and three major shipments had landed without incident. Maybe this far-fetched scheme of his was working after all. Realistically, he didn't think it could last much longer. Sooner or later he knew that the cops would decide that Sonny Crockett wasn't worth letting all that dope into the country. He decided that the next time he lost a shipment they would not only receive a tape, but also his body dumped into the Miami River. It would be fun watching Crockett die....veeerrrry slowly. And besides he had already made his three million back. Now it was just for fun. It reminded him of a line from one his favourite American movies: "Revenge is a dish best served cold."

In the meantime, he was getting bored with not having any entertainment on the island so he decided to pay Crockett a visit the next time a dose was due. He wanted to hear Crockett beg for it. "Yeah! Revenge is soooo sweet," he thought to himself. "It would be fun to see him squirm."

At this latitude sunset was followed almost immediately by the darkness of night, and twilight was almost non-existent. By the time Fuente made his way down to the cabin with his two thugs in tow, it was pitchblack. In the cabin, Sonny was cold and shivering. He was lying on the bed curled up in a ball trying not to think about the pain. Ricardo had covered him with a blanket and dimmed the light. He was just about to head up to the big house to beg the men to bring the next does to ease his friend's pain when the door opened, and Fuente walked in. Fuente was very pleased with what he saw. This was better than he had planned.

Fuente bent over Crockett and whispered into his ear. "Ask me for it Crockett," he sneered.

It was tempting. It would make the pain go away. It would make everything better for a while. But Sonny had promised himself that there was no way he would give in. He had to fight the urge. There was no way he was going to play Fuente's game, no matter what.

He rolled over and stared the man in the face. "Go to hell Fuente!" was the reply. "You can take that and shove it somewhere where the sun don't shine."

This was not what Fuente had expected at all. It made him angry. He ordered his men to pull Crockett off the bed and hold him. The he hauled back and punched with all his might into Crockett's midriff. "I'll make you want it," he snarled, "You useless piece of shit."

He kept punching, anywhere he could land a blow. Crockett could do nothing to stop him. He was being held tightly, and even if he hadn't been, he was far too weak to protect himself. Finally Ricardo grabbed Fuente and screamed at him to stop before he killed him. Fuente swung out at the young man and then stopped. "Maybe Crockett is worth a few more shipments yet," he said. "Better not dump the merchandise before I have to. It's bad for business." At that he pitched the hypo to Ricardo, and then he pulled out a full vial and tossed it over too. "Make it a double," he laughed. He nodded to the goons holding Crockett and said, "Make sure he does it."

Ricardo injected the first dose. Then he re-filled the syringe from the vial and injected the needle again. Fuente's men were laughing and not paying attention, so he only pressed down part way, removed the needle and slipped it into his pocket. He wanted to save some for later, just in case he needed it. After they were sure the kid had given Crockett the second shot, Fuente's men laughed. They let him go and he dropped to the floor. Ramon gave him one last kick and then they left, joking as they went out the door, "See you later junkie."

After they left, Ricardo helped Sonny onto the bed. His lip was cut, his nose was bleeding and his left eye was already starting to swell. He felt around Crockett's body and didn't find any broken ribs, but it had it had been a savage beating and he wasn't so certain that there wasn't any unseen internal damage. He covered his friend with blankets, got a cloth and started cleaning his face.

"Gracias amigo," Sonny muttered in a groggy voice.

"You should not have said those things to Senor Fuente. It made him very angry."

"I know amigo, but it felt good at the time." Sonny's voice was starting to fade as the euphoria started to invade his mind again. "It felt good at the time," he repeated.

The rescue plan seemed fairly simple. The DEA had loaned them an IGG confiscated cruiser. They would board the boat and head out from Miami early in the morning - it was the morning of Day Six. It was a fast boat, but even at top speed it would take them 'til late that night to get to the island, and that was if everything went well. They planned to anchor the boat off the island and then, under cover of dark, Castillo, Switek and Tubbs would take the dinghy ashore, find Crockett and get him out. Trudy and Gina would remain on the boat and if anyone came around to check things out, they would play the part of two old friends out for a leisurely cruise holiday who were taking advantage of a quiet place to drop anchor for the night.

The surveillance photos had showed a small cabin in a fairly isolated area on the northwest side of the small island away from the mansion that dominated the southeast corner. They hoped was that Crockett was being held in the cabin making it easy for them to sneak him out once they got past any guards that might be around. If he was in the house, that was another story and things could get a whole lot more dangerous. Once they had Crockett on the boat, it would be full speed ahead for the trip back home.

The plan seemed straightforward enough but there was one thing they could not factor in -- the weather. As the rescue team headed southward, they saw a major storm brewing straight ahead of them. They drove into it and kept going as long as they could, but finally had to find shelter and batten down until the worst blew over. They wouldn't be able to rescue Crockett if the boat was lying at the bottom of the sea.

The tropical storm continued for the rest of that day and into the night. This would move their arrival time to mid-afternoon the next day. It would be too risky to try anything in the daylight, so they decided to slow it down a bit and arrive at night. It would be Day 7 -- the last day of the truce. They had to get Sonny out that night, because after that, all deals to leave Fuente's operations alone were off.

The moonless night was pitch black when they anchored the boat in a quiet cove on the northwest side of the island, not too far from the cabin that had shown up in the surveillance photos. Castillo, Tubbs and Switek put on jungle fatigues, gathered their gear, boarded the dinghy and slipped quietly to shore. They pulled the raft up out of site, covered their footprints and made their way silently through the trees to the cabin. Just as they caught sight of it, they saw two men leave and head towards the mansion. "See you later junkie," they heard coming from the doorway. Rico wanted to jump them and do to them what they had done to Sonny. But they were here to get Crockett out, not get revenge. That could come later.

They waited until they were sure no one else was coming out, and then slipped quietly up to the cabin. There was one window covered with slats, but through the cracks, Castillo could catch a glimpse of the inside. He saw someone sitting beside a bed talking to another person lying on the bed. It was the young man from the tape. The person on the bed was obviously hurt. Though Castillo could not see his face, he knew it had to be Crockett. "You should not have said those things to Senor Fuente. It made him very angry," he heard the young man say, but he couldn't hear the response.

Castillo waved the others forward. "Looks like Crockett's in there, and only one guard. Let's do it."

Switek kicked the door in just before Castillo and Tubbs burst in, guns at the ready, one to the left and one to the right. "On the floor, RIGHT NOW!" ordered Castillo in a low but forceful voice. "Face down! Hands behind your head!"

Ricardo did as he was told. Switek rushed forward and held a gun to the back of his head. At the same time Tubbs dashed over to the bed. He looked down and saw the mess that was Crockett's face. "Sonny, my man, you look like you need some help," he said with in a soft comforting voice. "How would like a free trip back home?"

Sonny thought he must already be flying. He could swear that the person talking to him was Rico. Rico couldn't be here -- could he? It was hard to concentrate, but he had to. Yes, it was Rico, and someone else, but who? He thought he heard Castillo's voice. This couldn't really be happening. Boy he must be really losing it this time.

"Sonny, it's me Rico. Marty and Swi are here too. Stay with it man -- we're gonna get you outta here."

His mind was fading - he had to stay with it just a while longer. "Rico?" he managed to get out in a weak and confused voice. "Rico, is that really you?"

"Yeah man it's me."

It really was Rico. As the realization hit, a wave of relief rushed across his body. "I think I need some help." And then, somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought about Ricardo -- Rico probably thought that Ricardo was one of Fuente's men. He had to keep him from hurting the kid.

"Don't hurt the kid, Rico. Don't hurt him. He's a good kid. He helped me. Please, don't hurt him. You gotta help him Rico."

By now Sonny was pretty much out of it, but he kept repeating his plea to help the young man. Castillo told Switek to let the boy up.

"Who are you?" Castillo asked.

Ricardo was scared. He trusted Sonny, but he didn't know who these men were or what they would do to him. But it seemed like they were here to help Sonny. He had to trust them -- he had no other choice.

"Ricardo," he said in shaky voice. "My name is Ricardo." He told them that he had no part in this whole thing, that he had been looking after Crockett, and that Sonny was his friend. He told them about the beating and that he was worried there might be internal injuries that he couldn't see. "Please help him. Get him out of here before they come back. Senor Fuente will kill him if you don't."

Castillo sensed that the young man was telling the truth. He offered to take him with them but the boy refused. He knew that Fuente would harm Maria if he left with them.

"I can't go with you. They will hurt Maria if I go. Please, go, quickly. Just make it look like I tried to stop you."

By this time, Switek was removing the chain holding Crockett's leg to the bed. Rico was still talking to Sonny, trying to keep him from fading out completely. At the same Ricardo quietly handed Castillo the hypo that still had a small amount of heroin in it. "Take this," he said. "Sonny is in a bad way. It is a long trip back to your home and he may need this before you get there. It's not much, but take it and give it to him if he needs it."

Castillo knew what was in the syringe. He took it and carefully put it into his pocket. Then he had Rico tie the young man to the chair while he checked to make sure the coast was clear. Rico made the bindings secure to make it look good, but was careful not to hurt the kid. "Thank you senor," Ricardo said. "Look after him, please. He is a good man, senor. He is my friend."

"Don't worry," Rico said. "I'll look after him. He's my friend too." As he spoke, he looked into the young man's eyes. Like when he first saw the kid's face on the tape, Rico thought that somehow he looked familiar, but he just couldn't place it. He couldn't help but feel that this didn't seem right. Before he tied a gag around his mouth to make everything seem more convincing he asked him, "Are you sure you're gonna to be okay?" he asked.

"I'll be fine -- just get him out of here before Fuente or his men come back."

"Thanks for looking after him kid. Some day I'll make this up to you." Rico promised, and then he went over to help Switek with Crockett.

By now, Sonny was almost totally lost to the raptures of the smack high. Castillo opened the door and took one last look around to make sure no one was there. Then he waved the others forward. Switek and Tubbs each took an arm over a shoulder and together they half-carried, half-dragged Crockett out the door and back to the beach where the dinghy was stored. Sonny tried to help, but between the drugs and the pain he was powerless to do anything. Castillo followed, keeping guard at the rear.

At the beach, they got the dinghy out from its hiding place and into the water, and then loaded Crockett and themselves into it. When they got back to the boat, Gina and Trudy helped lift Crockett onboard and carry him down below. Switek remained up top and stowed the dinghy, while Castillo started the engines and quietly moved the boat away from the island. Once they were far enough away, he pushed the throttles full forward and headed the boat for home at top speed. Gina and Trudy were looking after Crockett, so Tubbs returned on deck. He walked to the stern, and staring back at the island, he said to no one in particular, "Subscription cancelled Fuente."

Part I: Rebirth
Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7 :: Chapter 8

Part II: Reunion
Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7 :: Chapter 8