Sadly I do not own CSI or any of it characters there in. I do own Chrissy. Hope you enjoy this.
She sat in the hard plastic chair staring blankly at the wall across from her, rocking gently back and forth. Her knees pulled up to her chest her arms banded around them keeping them there, her face was tear streaked and smudged with dirt from her dirty basement. 'How did I not know?' She asked her self she should have known he was there, the poor man had been locked up down there for lord only knew how long, with no food or water and locked in a 2x6 box in the basement room.
So into her own misery she didn't notice when a tall blond woman sat down next her only when she placed and hand on her shoulder she look up.
"Hey there I'm Catherine, I thought you might like some company, I brought hot cocoa." She offered her face soft her eyes showing concern and worried, she was in her late forties but still had the looks of a twenty year old. Chrissy just went back to staring at the wall.
"I know your upset but I need to ask you some questions." Her voice was soft and soothing.
"Can you tell what happened?" Catherine asked, Chrissy sighed and closed her eyes, more tears fell down her cheeks, she didn't bother to wipe them away.
"Chrissy." She said her voice barely above a whisper, Catherine jerked and looked at her.
"What?"
"Chrissy, my name is Chrissy." She pointed out again.
"It nice to meet you Chrissy." Silence once more reined for a while until Chrissy spoke again.
"I remember when I first found out you were missing a CSI, thats where I'll start." Chrissy began Catherine settled to listen to what sounded like a long story.
I had just gotten home from school and I was relaxing on my futon watching the TV while I studied, it helps me concentrate, That when I heard the report about the CSI.
"This just in a CSI has gone missing from a crime scene for the second in a year this man.." and picture of a tan complected, man came on the screen, he looked to be in mid thirties, with shaggy brown hair, chiseled chin and cheeks, and a killer smile.
"He was last seen at the corner of fifth and Henderson, officers say he was investigating a crime scene when they noticed he had disappeared from view, they are searching for this Man a mister Nick stokes all over Vegas, if you have seen this man or know where he is we ask that call the police immediately that last he went missing he was buried alive.. we will continue..." I turned it down after that and went back to studying.
Later that night I heard baning in the basement, I naerd my fathers voice down stairs yelling at some one I couldn't really tell what it was he was saying, so crept to the door and cracked it open.
"Donny go take of that noises would ya?" I heard him holler I shut my door just and Donny ran by and a waited I heard the basement door open and close them a few minutes later I heard scream , it made my blood run cold, it sounded like some one was hurt I thought about running down stairs to check on Donny, but thought better of it. I just crawled back into bed and went to sleep.
The next day every one was talking about it, even my friends.
"Did you hear the same guys as last time." Some whispered others just shrugged and went on with the day, I couldn't get those screams out my mind that had sounded so painful and almost inhuman.
When I got home The basement door was open so went to close, I stopped cold when I hear a voice leaded with some not to do something to him, I shivered and stood listening, The voice screamed that same scream from last night, and once more I had the urge to run down stairs and stop what ever was going on, until I felt a squeezed my shoulder in a vice like grip and gasped and spun around, closing the door at the same time.
"Dad." I couldn't get anything out pain the lump of fear.
"What are you doing?" He asked his eyes shooting sparks, I swallowed hard past the lump and spoke.
"The door was open sir I was just closing it." I explained, He let go and smirked.
"You are not to go any where near the basement for now do i make my self clear young lady." He demanded, I nodded and ran full speed up stairs to my room.
Mike waled slowly down the stairs to see his captive struggling to get free of is partners grasp his eyes wide with fear and locked on the box across the room.
"Please don't put me in there." He begged tear running down his face, but did him no good. He was dragged across the room and forced to lay down in the box He screamed as soon and lid came down he pressed his hands against the lid trying to get free to avail he watched in horror as the guy produced and lock which he then used to lock the box, He kicked and screamed and clawed at the box but he couldn't get out, his captures watched in delight as he fought to stay calm now, he let his body relax and he passed out only seconds later.
All of the LVPD were out in Vegas looking for Nick, praying he wasn't hurt or worse.
"well I got nothing here." Warrick spoke in his radio.
"Well keep looking every where we aren't stopping until he's found." Grissom spoke back, And Warrick went to the next building to continue his search.
Well a new story, sorry about the other two I am working on them too it's just this darn writers black and I wanted to try this idea out on y'all so let me know what you think so far.