Stalker's Game
One
Grissom slowly opened his eyes but quickly shut them from the blinding light. Groaning, he tried to move his arms but couldn't. His hands were cuffed behind his back. His ankles were also cuffed. Doing the best he could with bound hands and feet, ha managed to sit up. He took a glance around the bright room. A few feet away from him laid an unconscious Greg, bound just like him.
"Greg," Grissom whispered and wiggled over to him.
The task took a few minutes. Once he made it, Greg began to stir. He quickly became aware of the predicament and frantically began pulled at the handcuffs.
Before either of them could say anything to each other, someone's voice stopped them.
"Glad to see you're awake."
The CSIs looked around the room. A black figure stood outside the room. Only the outline of the head could be seen through the small barred window in the door.
"What do you want?" Grissom glared.
"I want to play some games with you, Mr. Grissom. And of course you too, Mr. Sanders. Now that you're both up… let the games begin!"
Sara, Catherine, Nick, and Warrick were at the crime scene where their friends disappeared from. They were all had mixed feelings of anger and worry. Evidence was scarce. Everyone was getting frustrated with not finding anything.
"This sucks! We've been here for hours and we still don't
have anything!" Nick yelled.
For all we know, this sicko could
have killed Grissom and Greg already!"
"Nick calm down. We all want to find them just as much as you do." Catherine tried to calm him down.
"Yeah, man. We don't know that they're dead. And stop thinking they are." Warrick told him.
While this was going on, Sara was off in her own little world.
'Please be alive…' she begged silently.