To Die or Not to Die: That is their question.
Sorry to be so brutal in the story folks, but you all know that when you get an idea…..run with it.
Chapter 4
"Officer Ryan is Ryan Maher, Gerald Maher's son." croaked Greg hoarsely. "Gerald swore revenge against Cath and Sara the day he was sentenced to life."
"So where can they be though, let's re-examine that cryptic note again."
'Fifteen eyes yet none can see'
'5 Eagles flying free'
'Desert sand, all red and bloody'
'If you look real close, you'll find their bodies'
'Best use your head'
'Or they'll wind up dead'
"Oh my God" whispered Grissom to himself. He stared at the note again and looked for the clue to it, when it hit him.
"24 miles east of I 15"
"That's a big area to cover Grissom, but it's the best lead we've got, let's go," said Brass
"Wait I think there is one more clue here, but I need a map,"
A map was hastily found and was laid out on the layout table.
"Ok now it makes sense, I think I know where they are. The 'use' didn't mean only that, it also meant Sheep Mountain, as in Ewe. This guy knows I like puzzles only thing is this one was quite easy which means they don't have much time. Right guys grab your kits, Brass I'll need everyone and two ambulances. Hurry we have no time to waste.
Grissom wanted more help than he had, hell even one chopper would help, but this wasn't the only crime in Vegas and police were needed elsewhere as well. It basically came down to Grissom, Brass, Nick, Warrick, Greg and two other police units, plus the EMTs.
Police cars, CSI cars, and ambulances were all heading out on the I-15. Hoping to get to their colleagues before it was too late. The sun was coming up and it would be unbearable out there. All cars had plenty of bottled water just in case. They all prayed they weren't too late.
"Cath, you there?" asked Sara painfully, finding speech incredibly difficult for some reason. Her jaw felt shattered.
"Sara? Oh thank god you're still alive, I tried calling out to you earlier and got no response. I..I'm pretty sure my arm is broken but I can't see how badly I'm bleeding.
"I'm having trouble breathing Cath and I think my jaw is busted or dislocated but we have to try and hang on, the boys will be here soon, count on it. But they had better move their asses or we'll both bleed out. Can you move at all?" Her speech sounding very slurred but vaguely understandable.
"Not an inch, these cuffs are doing more damage every time I try to move."
"You have to stay awake and try to move Cath, we have to keep each other awake, to stay alive, to give them a chance to find us, do it for Lindsey."
Both lay there shivering in the cold night air afraid of what would come next, coyotes maybe, or would the dawn and heat of the desert dessicate their bodies.
TBC
Thank you all for the reviews, I know this is my first story but I hope it's not too bad. I do like to let my dark side out to play for a bit.