Disclaimer: I don't own CSI but I wish I did.
No real place in the series- Warrick is dead and Sara and Grissom are married.
You're Never Safe.
Losing Hope.
"You better not have hurt her." Catherine said, worried for Lindsey. This guy was pure evil.
"Oh she'll be fine... as far as I know." He said and walked towards her. She tensed, prepared for pain.
But the man didn't hit her. Instead he traced her face with his finger, making her shiver involuntarily.
She looked at him, for the first time noticing what he looked like. He had messy brown hair, it was matted. His eyes were hazel, and if the eyes were really the windows to the soul, then this guy must have a pretty evil soul. His eyes were filled with a maniacal glint. He was fairly tall but what scared her the most was that he looked fairly normal. Not anyone she would think to be dangerous. But now she knew better.
"Catherine," He said roughly. "I think I might let you live. It just depends if any of your friends catch on."
He pulled a bottle of water off the table and told her to drink. Not wanting another beating she reluctantly did what he asked.
With that he jerked away and left, closing the double doors behind him. She heard him walk briskly down the stairs and the front door slammed below her.
She was left alone. "Lindsey?" She called, hoping for an answer. She got none. He eyes felt heavier by the second. She realized he had drugged the water. She should have known.
She couldn't help it, her eyes slid closed and she faded into blackness.
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Greg paced around the room. Catherine was supposed to call him about their murder case and he hadn't heard from her at all.
Just then Nick popped his head in the door. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked in his Texan accent.
"Wheres Catherine? She was supposed to call me like an hour ago." He said absentmindedly tapping his fingers on the desk.
"She's with Lindsey- she's home sick and Cath wanted to go see her." Nick said, crossing his arms.
"Its 2 clock and she was supposed to call me about the case." Greg said frustratedly.
"Give her a break. She'll get to it. Anyway there's no cases for you right now." Nick said and walked back down the hall. It was true, he solved the case an hour ago and nothing new had come in.
He thought about what to do for a minute. He could go find Riley and talk, but knowing her she'd be busy. Wait, if Lindsey was sick maybe he could go over there and bring her some soup. It would give him something to do.
He stood up and walked towards the locker room. He passed Sara and grabbed her shoulder to slow her down.
"Hey can you tell Nick I'll be back in a little bit? I have to do something." He told her, looking her in the eyes.
"Sure. I'll call you if we need you." She said and continued to the lab, with a determined look on her face. Hodges must be taking too long. He chuckled to himself, when was Hodges not taking too long?
He signed out at the front desk and walked towards his car.
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Lindsey groggily opened her eyes. She was still tied to the cabinet and her arm was on fire. It must be broken.
She squinted into the harsh light of the fluorescent bulbs above her. She tried to remember what happened but everything was fuzzy.
Suddenly she realized that her mom was no longer in the room. She remembered her being dragged out into the other room.
There was a piece of masking tape over her mouth preventing her from call out to her mom. Tears formed in her eyes. This couldn't be happening. What if she was dead? No don't think that. She's fine. We have to get help.
But how could she? She couldn't make noise or even move for that matter. It had been almost a full 24 hours from what she could tell.
Nobody would even think to come here. All they knew was that she was sick and her mom had come home to see her.
All of a sudden Lindsey felt the sudden loneliness engulf her. Sh desperately wished for one of the CSI's to come find them. Nick or Sara or Greg or even Riley. Anyone at all.
Ohhhh but its not that easy. :) review if you want more.
