Catherine's POV
The last thing I remember is my house being raided by people in black.
Catherine wakes up with blurry vision to a dark room.
Wait, no.
Not a dark room, the back of a van. She looks around and spots some familiar unconscious faces and some not familiar unconscious faces, all of them including her were restrained in some way.
She focuses on one of the un-familiar faces first.
A man, one who is obviously older than what she is, but...
Not as old as Grissom.
He had greying hair, in the classic marine grunt kind of style, though his clothes were not what you would call typical marine style clothing. Business type shoes, clearly a cheap $20 pickup, adorned. Old tattered grey jeans and a grey sweat shirt covered by a zip-up bomber jacket of a darker shade of grey.
What seemed strange about the picture in front of her was not the man himself but the two women propped up against him, one either side. The one on his left had two black pony tails sticking out the top of her head. On her neck she had a spider web tattoo and a dog collar. From head to toe she was covered in black. Black platform, lace up boots, short black pleated skirt and black t- shirt with a white skull on it. On her wrists and fingers were bands covered in spikes.
Obviously a Goth.
On the right side of the man was the complete opposite of the Goth on the left. A woman wearing a very expensive tan business woman suite with black high heeled shoes.
This woman was obviously closer to Catherine's own age and also had red hair, although the shade was darker and a heck of a lot shorter, sort of a pixie cut that had started to grow out.
Together the three made and odd picture. That made Catherine wonder even more where they had come from and even, and why they had all been stuffed into the back of a van. Which by the way had just gone over what must have been a major pot hole and caused the rest of the unfamiliar face to stir from their injury or drug induced sleep
There were four of them all men. Three on them young possibly in their early thirties, and one older, more around mid sixties. The smallest of them all (when it came to weight proportion) was wearing doctor's scrubs (similar to the ones that Doc Robbins wears when performing an autopsy). He also had on what would typically be called doctors shoes and black framed glasses. The older man was wearing a blue dress shirt and brown dress pants with suspenders holding them up. He was also wearing typical doctor's shoes and black framed glasses.
The remaining men were around the same age and had the same taste in expensive clothes (although one of them wore them better). The slimmer, more tanned of the two wore expensive Italian shoes, dark jeans and a black shirt with white pinstripes (from what she could see from under the Armani jacket). The chubbier of the two was wearing very similar attire only thru style of the jacket was more of an old English style and his jeans almost seemed to have been ironed.
I wonder if he irons his boxers.
One of them opened his eyes, so Catherine closed hers.
I'm feeling tired now any way... I will figure this out later.
Slowly she drifted into a light sleep.
Tony's POV
A sudden lurch upwards and forewords woke Tony from a sleep that had been induced by a man in black who had given him a fair old wack to the back of his head with the leg of his favourite chair. He struggled to remember what exactly happened but...
"That was my favourite chair."
A/N: Sorry to get anybody's hopes up but I felt the need to go through and update all of my chapters with a newly spell checked version after a review... Would it be rude of me to tell the reviewer they needed a sarcasm transplant?