AN: My newest fic. It may seem a bit like Grave Danger, but it has several important twists that I guarantee will not dissappoint.
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. I wish I did, cuz I have a lot of ideas that I wish that they'd put in the show.
In A Plexiglas Prison With You
Summary: They were trapped, far from humanity in a prison cell where no one could possibly reach them. Their only consolation was that they were together.
Chapter One: The Abduction of Gilbert Grissom and Catherine Willows
A putrid smell filled Gil Grissom's nostrils as he stepped out of the passenger's side of the Denali and into a back alley of one of Las Vegas's shadier neighbourhoods. The uniformed cop had his back to alley and was gulping in fresh intakes of air from the street.
"What the hell is that?" Catherine Willows asked, falling into step beside Grissom as they walked towards the officer.
"I was called in to investigate a suspicious smell and I found blood spattered all over the walls of the buildings and then I called you guys. I've been here ever since," Officer Kitchner explained, still trying to find clean air.
"I'm surprised that you haven't passed out yet," Catherine commented as she stepped forwards to view the blood spatter on the walls. Blood was her specialty, after all. There was a lot of it, she noted. Whoever that blood belonged to was most assuredly dead.
"This is a lot of blood," Grissom said, snapping a photograph of the walls and spatter patterns, "And it looks…odd," he trailed off, trying to get a closer look. She knew what he meant. The spatter didn't look like it had gotten on the wall through the usual conventions, such as arterial spray or spatter from a blow to the head.
"It's almost as if someone took a bucket and poured it on the wall," she described, moving closer to examine a drop and then promptly pulling her head back, "Oh my God!" she explained, exhaling rapidly.
"The blood is causing the smell?" Grissom asked her, looking disgusted and confused.
"Y-yeah," she gasped. She struggled to catch her breath. She needed some air. She wasn't sensory deficient like Grissom was when he was at a scene. She was good at breathing through her ears, but not that good. She took two shaky steps before she tripped over a pile of boxes with her foot, causing them to fall over. She caught herself but got another putrid whiff of the smell and vomited on the ground.
"Are you okay?" Grissom called, walking over to her. She shakily wiped her mouth with her sleeve and got to her feet.
"Yeah. The pail," she choked out motioning to the cause of the stench. He moved a box and found a white gallon pail filled with red. There were also little bits of meat that almost looked like fish.
"What the…" Grissom trailed off, trying to find a safe distance to view the blood in the bucket without making himself sick.
"What did you guys-" a shot echoed through the night and Kitchner never finished his sentence. Catherine and Grissom watched in shock as the cop fell to his knees, instantly killed by the bullet hole through his forehead.
Catherine's hand jumped to her holster, but she didn't even make contact with her gun before there was a crack and her knees gave way.
"CATH-" Grissom felt something hit the back of his head before his knees gave way and he crumpled beside Catherine.
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"What the hell happened? Where are they?" Warrick Brown cried as he, Nick Stokes, and Greg Sanders jumped out of their Denali and ran over to Conrad Ecklie and Jim Brass.
"They've been gone about an hour," Ecklie announced, "We just got a call in about Kitchner's body. They're no where to be seen."
"We found this," Brass spoke, his voice shaking as he motioned to two field kits, two cell phones, and two CSI vests.
"T-they can't be…gone…" Greg started towards Catherine and Grissom's belongings, only to stop as if he had hit an invisible wall.
"What the hell is that smell?" Nick gasped from Greg's side.
"It smells like a decomp," Warrick winced, breathing out slowly.
"Only worse," Greg added, taking a few shy steps towards the overturned boxes and CSI gear laying under the blood on the wall. The smell only intensified.
"Ooh…how are we going about this?" Nick asked, gesturing to the chaos in the alley. He knew that they would have to work fast to find their supervisors. They didn't know how much time Grissom and Catherine had. Every second they wasted was another second that their coworkers didn't have.
"I'll take Grissom and Cath's stuff. Greg seems to have the original evidence covered. You want Kitchner's body?" Warrick asked, gesturing to the dead cop. Nick nodded.
"Yeah. I'll get on that," he answered, walking away from the smell to the body of the fallen policeman.
"Guys! I found something!" Greg called suddenly. Warrick and Nick whirled around to find Greg holding a white, blood-stained bucket.
"It's not human blood," he announced, "It's fish blood."
"Fish blood? What's that doing here?" Warrick thought aloud, "We're miles away from the nearest fish market."
"It was staged," Nick breathed, figuring it out. His breathing quickened as he pictured Grissom and Catherine walking up to their scene, somewhat leisurely, as he himself had done two years ago, just before he was abducted and buried alive. He remembered the smell of the dog entrails and the neat blood pool. He remembered pondering over a peculiar piece of evidence when he had been grabbed from behind. The fish blood…it was bait for a CSI, just like the dog entrails that had lured him to that near-fatal crime scene. Someone was hunting CSIs.
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Grissom's head pounded. He tried to sit up, but couldn't. He tried to move his arms, but his wrists were bound. He strained to remember what had happened to him. He had been in an alley. There was a disarming odour. And there was blood on the buildings. Kitchner had been shot. And Catherine…Catherine! It all came screaming back to him. She had been right beside him. He had heard her gasp of surprise as she fell next to him.
He opened his eyes and ignored the pain. He had to make sure she was alright. He took in his surroundings. He was in the back of a canopied truck. It was moving.
Someone moaned beside him. He looked down and saw Catherine lying at his side. She was trying to wake up.
Before his captives grabbed him from behind and placed a rag dipped in chloroform over his mouth, it had been a small comfort to know that she was by his side, as she had always been.
TBC