Chapter 2:
Author's (in order of writing): sidle77, elm22, PiperGrissom, Neelloc12, Clayfish32, ilovegsr, Rachxx25, Horatio's Girl
Lying on the floor, Grissom waited until the mumblings of the two men chatting above him drifted off into silence.
He remained still until he was sure they had left the immediate vicinity and then got up quickly, kicking off his loosely fitted bindings with ease. His eyes scanned the room quickly. His current prison seemed to be made of stone, some kind of cave probably, adapted to his captures needs. But after carefully examining his surroundings he found the only way out was up. The same way the two men had just dropped in. Sadly for him, there was no way he could reach the hatch.
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The struggle with her captors, bonds and the constant fear that pressed into her heart by the situation had left Sara exhausted. She had begun to doze when she heard the door behind her open and two men came into her view. They were talking amongst themselves as they stopped in front of her.
One she recognized, the man in the white lab coat that had touched her face and made her feel violated. The other man she didn't recognize.
They talked between themselves, ignoring her. Sara managed to translate a few of the words they said. But one sentence froze her heart with fear.
"Try her out...."
The Doctor untied Sara's hands from the chair but before she could react they were tightly bound behind her back again. The other man grabbed her arm in a painfully harsh grip and pulled her close to his body.
Sara looked away as an evil grin formed on his lips and he slapped her hard across the face before forcing her to look at him by grabbing her chin. She spat in his face but he only laughed and mumbled to the Doctor behind her. When the Doctor responded the man holding Sara smiled and dragged her to the other side of the room. He opened a door and pushed her into the small, adjoining room. She lost her footing and fell face first on the only piece of furniture that occupied the space, a hard bed.
The man shut the door and stepped up behind her. He grabbed the waistband of her pants and she struggled against him as he tried to pull them off...
Sara woke with a start and couldn't stop shaking.
She sighed heavily trying to recover from her nightmare, she must have drifted off but she didn't remember when. As she looked around, she found that they had left her in the room alone, and she was now untied and sitting freely in the chair.
"Thank God," Was all she could mutter to herself and sighed again. Although she was alone she dare not move, or try and escape, at least not yet, not until she had a plan.
Leaning back she thought hard while also trying to rest, she needed to conserve her energy, the jungle was a dangerous place. She also knew time, was not on her side....
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Grissom spent what seemed like forever looking for a way out of his prison, but there was nothing. Suddenly the hatch above his head opened again and he knew he hadn't enough time to get back into his bonds. So, as his heart beat at a thousand beats per second he stepped back against the cold wall and awaited whatever was coming his way...
The two men who had come in earlier climbed back down the ladder. Grissom swallowed hard as they reached the bottom and turned around to face him. Their eyes grew wide when they saw Grissom standing there. After a moment their eyes relaxed.
"Ahhh, Senor Grissom, I see you are awake....and you got out of Jose's bindings." The first man spoke, nodding to his partner.
Jose whispered quickly to the first man.
"I know, I can't understand how a fine woman like that could be with an old man like this either. I could show her a good time," He chuckled, elbowing Jose in the side.
Grissom glared silently at the men.
"Come now Senor Grissom, the boss is here and would like to speak with you." He pulled a gun from the waistband of his pants and gestured to the ladder. "After you senor and I would suggest you do not try anything, it is a long way to fall back down."
Slowly, Grissom approached the ladder.
"Wait!" The man demanded and Grissom stopped before he placed his hand on the first reachable rung.
"I will go before you and Jose will follow, make sure you take it nice and slow senor, you understand?"
Nodding Grissom stepped back and allowed the man to climb before him. "Oh how rude of me," He apologised before climbing. "My name is Eduardo and I will be your keeper until you are told otherwise."
Grissom nodded again, not wanting to argue with the man.
"I realise the climb may be hard with your arm senor, but I am sure you will make it."
Eduardo smiled and began climbing the ladder and indeed he was right. Grissom did struggle to get up the vertical object. His shoulder burned with each pull and it took him a lot longer to get out of the room than it had taken Eduardo. Eventually he reached the top where Eduardo waited patiently.
Once Grissom had pulled himself from the underground room he winced heavily and bent over in pain. His shoulder was agony now.
"Come senor," Eduardo placed an arm under his and Jose did the same to the other arm, pulling him up straight. "We can not keep the boss waiting."
Grissom groaned as he half walked and was half dragged through some trees and to a stone man made building. Two guards stood by what Grissom could only presume was the main entrance, both were armed with semi automatic weapons.
They stepped aside and allowed the three men to enter.
The two men lead Grissom down a dark corridor and into a dimly lit room. In the middle of the room sat two wooden chairs facing each other. Standing next to the chair facing the door was a finely dressed man.
"Welcome Dr. Grissom, please take a seat." The man gestured to the other chair.
Grissom figured this must be the crime boss by the look of his attire. The two men pulled Grissom to the chair and he collapsed into it. They quickly tied his wrists to the arms.
"Our other guest will be with us shortly," He nodded to the men, "And then we can get down to business."
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Drip...
Drip...
Driiiiiiiiip...
For a guy in such a nice suit, he sure didn't pull out all the stops when it came to prisons. At least, that's what Grissom had taken this place to be.
He was thankful that his hands were tied flat to the arms of the chair and not behind him, at least it alleviated some of the pressure on his shoulder.
Thankful?
There he sat, tied to a straight backed wooden chair waiting for their other "guest" to arrive with no idea where Sara was and there was an annoying steady drip coming from...somewhere.
After a few minutes the door opened again and a younger more pimped out version of "Mr. Big" sat down opposite Grissom.
The kid looked to be in his late teens or early twenties. His silk shirt swallowed his bony body and the fedora that he wore hung way past his eyes. A thin moustache adorned his upper lip and he was drenched in sweat. Grissom sat calmly and regarded the boy quietly, making mental notes.
Neither of the men who had escorted Grissom into the room said a word and Mr. Big seemed satisfied to wait until the boy was ready to plead his case, but took a step closer to his chair.
Suddenly the boy's head snapped up and his dark eyes met a steady gaze of blue.
Looking pained, he began talking, fast and entirely in Spanish.
Grissom looked up at Mr. Big and shrugged, opening his hands as best he could to show he didn't understand.
"Victor!" The senior man barked, "I spent good money to get you a good education. Speak English so that Senor Grissom will be able to help you."
The young man took a deep breath and slowly his story began to unfold...
"I was only..." Victor started to say when all of a sudden he was cut short by Grissom.
"No," Grissom swallowed hard, "I am not going to listen to this until I see Sara and I know that is ok." Grissom squirmed a little in his chair, unsure if his outburst would have repercussions but he could no longer continue without knowing Sara was alright.
Mr. Big looked at Grissom and smiled. "My, my, my, and you think you are in a position to make demands, Senor Grissom?"
Grissom looked Mr. Big directly in the eyes.
"The way I see it, you need my help. You will not kill me because you NEED me. IF you kill Sara, I might as well be dead anyway. So you either let me see her or you will not have any of my cooperation and since you have gone to all this trouble to get me, I believe you will give me this one request."
Mr. Big stood there a little dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that Grissom had the nerve, while tied to a chair, with a gun pointed at him, to make demands.
"This is ridiculous!" Mr. Big fumed. He turned his back to Grissom and everyone else in the room waited anxiously as he thought.
He turned back around and by the look on his face, Grissom could tell he was not happy.
"FINE!" Mr. Big hollered. "Bring me Senor Grissom's little bitch."
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Sara was trying to relax and conserve her energy, but she was too worried about where Grissom was in this whole mess. She kept on trying to decided if she should make a run for it or not. Sure, she was in this room alone, hands untied, but she had no clue what was waiting outside.
She walked over to the door without making a sound and tried to hear through it to figure out if someone was in the other room next door but she couldn't hear anything.
Thinking that maybe luck was her side she was about to open the door and make a run for it but then she heard the voices...
"She better be awake, I don't want to deal with trying to wake her up and her looking all groggy for Mr. Big," A rough voice said.
Another man responded in Spanish and all Sara could get was Grissom's name in the mess of words. She froze with the mention of his name were her worse fears about to come true? Was he really hurt?
The door opened and stared into the eyes of the two men before her, fury burning within them. She shocked herself by taking a step forward and raising her hand, ready to slap them one by one but before she could move any further one of the men grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, making her cry out in pain.
"DONT!" The man stopped his partner from hurting Sara further. "Mr. Big wants her in good form, I'm sure Senor Grissom wouldn't be too happy either. Are you ready to see your beloved Grissom for the last time Sara?"
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The door behind Mr. Big opened and Grissom looked up. His face washed with relief as Sara was pushed into the room and a chair placed beside Mr. Big, who was now happily smoking a Cuban cigar.
"You were right about one thing Senor Grissom when you said that I need you on this," Mr. Big began as soon as Sara was thrust into a seat next him. "But if you're going to go ahead and be difficult, I think I can, how would you put it... play rough also. Nobody will end up dead, that I promise but I am going to lay down a few rules though. If you answer and do everything I ask of you Ms. Sidle here will be just fine."
Mr. Big began softly stroking Sara's hair. "If not..." He whipped a knife out of his pocket and held it against Sara's arm before stroking it over her skin after which he knocked off some of the burnt ashes from his recently acquired cigar onto her leg.
Sara started coughing from the smoke but froze as Mr. Big held the burning end of his smoke right by her cheek.
"Do you understand?"
Grissom slouched a bit more in his chair, his fearful eyes connecting with Sara's.
Mr. Big smiled devilishly as Sara felt panic rise through her body. What was he going to force Grissom to do?
Mr. Big repeated himself, now sliding the knife up to Sara's neck. "Do...you...understand.................?"