From Russia With No Love

Calleigh slowly opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. This definitely was NOT her bedroom. Last night she'd gone to bed in a soft warm bed, with her down comforter pulled up around her neck. Now she was lying on a cold dirt floor, handcuffed to a chain that was attached to the wall. Someone had pulled oversized sweats over her pajamas. She had no clue when or how she had gotten here, but she knew she was in trouble, and had to get out of here before her captor returned. She pulled a few times on the chain and realized it was futile. It was attached securely. Suddenly the door opened and a woman entered the room. She spoke with a thick Russian accent.

"Are you ready for some breakfast, little one?"

What did she think this was, a five star hotel? "Breakfast? Yes, in my OWN house, in my OWN kitchen!"

"All in good time, my dear. I've brought you some coffee, eggs, waffles and fruit, since I didn't know your tastes. You should have some company by lunch. We wouldn't want you to be lonely." The woman placed the tray on a table and moved it closer to Calleigh. "Now, are you going to be a good girl so you can sit and eat on a chair, or do I make you eat on the floor?"

Calleigh stood and backed up into the wall. Summoning all the manners she was taught as a child, she smiled at the woman. "Everything looks delicious, thank you." The woman moved the table and placed a chair in front of Calleigh.

"I'll be back for the dishes later."

Calleigh looked at the tray and noticed that she was given a plastic fork only. The food smelled good, and she said a quick prayer, hoping that she wasn't being drugged. Her thoughts drifted back to what the woman said. She'd have company by lunch. She had no clue what that meant. She finished her meal and began to feel very sleepy. As she tried to stand, her legs felt like lead, so she let her body drop to the floor and promptly fell asleep.

She awoke sometime later to the sound of a scuffle in the room. Her hand immediately tried to reach for her gun, forgetting that she was handcuffed. While she had been sleeping, a double bed had been brought into the room, and there was now a figure sitting on the side of it with a canvas bag over his head. His hands were tied behind his back, making it impossible to take the bag off. Calleigh moved slowly toward the man, and found she was able to reach him. She touched his shoulder softly. "Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you." As she reached up to take off the hood, the person spoke one word:

"Calleigh."

She pulled the hood off and gasped audibly. "Horatio! What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you. I guess I found you. I went by your house today, found the door opened and the insides ransacked. I got my kit and started processing it, when someone hit me in the head and brought me here. Do you have any clue as to where 'here' is?"

"No, not a clue. There's a very sweet woman who serves the meals. My breakfast was drugged, I'm not sure if she was the one that did it. She has a very thick Russian accent."

"The men that put me in here had the same accent."

"So are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She looked at Horatio, nodding.

"Ivan." They said together.

As if on cue, the evil Ivan entered the room. "Yes, yes, it's me. I'm sure you both are wondering why you are my guests."

"Guests? This is how you treat your guests? You kidnap them out of their homes and drug them…chain them to the wall and make them sleep on a cold dirt floor? I'd hate to see how you treat people you DON'T like!" She pulled on her chains and kicked dirt at him.

"Calleigh…" Horatio warned softly.

Ivan laughed. "My dear Calleigh that is exactly what you get to see. You see, your boyfriend, Eric is actually my son. He needs to be taught a lesson about how to listen and respect his father."

"Eric is NOT my boyfriend!"

"That's not his story. So this is how it's going to go from now on. Many years ago, Eric's mother took something from me…my son…and now he refuses to acknowledge me as his father. Now it's MY turn to take something from him, make him feel the sting of betrayal."

Horatio's eyes grew dark. "Don't you touch her!"

"Oh, it's not my intention to lay a finger on Ms. Duquesne. It IS my intention, however to make sure that my son can never lay a finger on her either."

Calleigh was confused. She looked at Horatio with pure terror in her eyes. She was sure this madman meant to kill her. She took a deep breath and looked back at Ivan. "So what's your plan, then? You seem to know everything."

"You and Lt. Caine are to be married."

"You can't force us to do that!"

Ivan pulled out a revolver and pointed it at Horatio's head. "NOW do you want to marry him?"

"Oh, my God, no, I mean yes, Ivan, please don't hurt him!" Ivan pulled back the hammer of the pistol. "All right, I'll do anything you ask, as long as you don't hurt Horatio." She felt the unfamiliar sting of tears forming in her eyes

"It's all right, Calleigh, you don't have to do this."

Ivan laughed again and placed the gun against Calleigh's temple. "How about now, Caine?"

"Fine." Horatio gritted his teeth and glared at his captor.

Ivan lowered the gun. "Good, that's what I thought. I'll be back in a bit with some papers for the two of you to sign. I'll leave you to celebrate your…engagement." He laughed as he left the room.

Horatio looked at Calleigh with twinkling eyes. "Hey, I'm not that bad of a catch!" He was trying to make light of the situation, he knew she was terrified. "We can always get the marriage annulled as soon as we get out of here."

"What if we don't get out of here?"

"I'm trying not to think about that, Calleigh. Now, what's this about you being Eric's girlfriend?" He smiled at her, trying to lighten the mood. He knew she was trying to put on a brave front for him, but she must be terrified.

"Oh, he's been dropping hints that he wants more than friendship as far back as when I was with Jake. When his therapist was killed and we had to read the files, I accidentally read his. I didn't know it was his until I saw my name in it."

"What did you think about it?"

"He's a good friend, Horatio. I trust him with my life, but I'm not in love with him. I feel bad that I don't have the same feelings for him, but I love someone else. The thing is, that person doesn't feel the same way about me, so I know exactly how Eric feels." She chewed on her bottom lip a bit and turned her face away.

"How do you know he doesn't feel the same way? Have you told him how you feel?"

"No, the timing's never right, and, well, it's complicated."

"Calleigh…" He leaned over so their shoulders were touching. "It's all right. I know just how you feel. There's a beautiful woman that I've been in love with for years, and I just never feel that I deserve her."

"When we get out of here, you should tell her."

"When we get out of here, you'll be my wife, and I won't have to tell her."

"What?"

"It's you, Calleigh. I know all about the timing thing…"

"Horatio, if they know, they won't…I mean, they're trying to hurt us by making us get married."

"Then we keep it quiet and act like we don't want it. Shhh, the door's opening."

Ivan walked in with several people, one of them the woman from breakfast. "So, who is ready for a wedding?" He opened his jacket, revealing his gun. "The ceremony will be in Russian, since the priest speaks no English. I will tell you what to say. We can't have the good priest know he's marrying you against your will, now, can we? I'm going to unlock your handcuffs now, but when the priest comes in, there will be armed guards outside the door."

The ceremony was quick, and as promised, Ivan fed the responses to Calleigh and Horatio. "That's it. Let me see you kiss your bride, Horatio…and make it look good for the priest!"

Horatio kissed Calleigh for all he was worth, almost leaving her weak in the knees. The priest smiled and patted them both on the shoulders before leaving the room.

Ivan stared at the newlyweds with an evil grin. "Now the fun begins. First, Eric's girlfriend and boss have betrayed him by running off and getting married. The next part is even more fun…so much fun I wish I could watch, but I need to be off." A small refrigerator was brought into the room. "Alex is setting you up a refrigerator. There is food and water inside for about a week. After we are safely out of the country, we will call Miami-Dade PD and give them your location. Oh, the fun part. You notice you are still un tied, and I have provided a nice, cozy bed for you. Magda will stay in the room until Calleigh has taken off her clothes, then will take the clothes to the next room. Calleigh, you will then climb into the bed, unless you want Alex to see you naked. Alex will come in and take Horatio's clothes from the room."

Horatio was livid. "You can't do that! You can't expect her to stay in here with me with no clothes for several days!"

"Why not? She's your wife. You are now on your honeymoon. Oh, yes, and if you are thinking about dissolving this marriage as soon as you're free…think again. I expect baby news within six months. To the world, you will appear as a happy couple, madly in love."

"What?"

"I'm doing you a favor, Caine. I'm letting you live with a beautiful woman for the rest of your life. It may cost you the respect and loyalty of one of your CSI team, or maybe all of them, but that's the price to be paid for crossing me in the first place." He slammed the door leaving Magda and Alex behind.

Magda approached Calleigh and offered to help her with her clothing. Calleigh looked over her shoulder where Alex stood leering at her. "Not until he leaves the room." Magda nodded at the door and the big man left with an angry scowl. Horatio faced the wall until Calleigh was undressed and covered up in the bed. Magda carefully folded her clothes and headed for the door.

These will be right outside when you get ready to leave. She smiled at Calleigh and quickly left the room. "I swear, Horatio, that woman seems to think we're on Club Med or something. When she served me my breakfast I was still chained to the wall!"

Horatio started toward the bed when the door opened. "Clothes, Caine!" Alex bellowed at him. He glanced over at Calleigh, who pulled the sheets up around her neck and turned away from him. Horatio slowly began removing his clothing and tossed it at the burly bodyguard. He wadded the clothing up in a ball and hurried to the door. "Have fun, you two." He shot one last look at Calleigh and licked his lips. "If you're not in the mood, Caine, I'd be happy to take your place."

"You are not touching my wife!" Horatio growled. He surprised himself with the amount of possessiveness in his voice. They had only been married a few minutes, but Calleigh was now his, and he intended to take those vows seriously. As Alex left the room, they heard the lock turn. He moved toward the bed and sat down on the top of the blankets. "I can sleep on top of the covers if you're uncomfortable, Calleigh."

"Aren't you sweet? Always the gentleman. No, I'd rather you just hold me. I'm really scared, Horatio. I really thought he was going to kill one of us."

"I think that's still a possibility, Sweetheart." He moved under the covers and gathered her in his arms, stifling a moan. He had underestimated how good it would feel holding her skin on skin. This was going to be a long night.