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Chapter 6

"Uhhhggg..." Dave Benton grunted. He had been watching video tape of the intersection where Trisha began her phone call. One piece of surveillance captured the white van and part of its license plate, which was now being processed through the DMV with no luck.

"Still nothing?" voiced Walter from behind him.

"No, and I'm beginning to think this guy switched the plates." Dave rubbed his eyes and groaned under his breath. "What about Natalia? She have any luck?"

"That would be a 'no'," said Natalia as she entered the A/V lab.

"Eureka!" shouted Valera from the DNA lab, quickly sprinting towards the rest of the team. "So, you know that sheet that was covering the victims head?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Walter inquired.

"Well, I tested all of the biologicals on it, including a bit of bile," Valera smirked.

"So, the suspect threw up?" Natalia suggested.

"Exactly," Valera answered, handing the piece of paper to Natalia. "Four of the samples belonged to Michelle, but the bile? Unknown. It's not even in the databases."

"Get this," Eric announced walking in, "Horatio called. The boyfriend lawyered up."

"I think we might have cause for a warrant then," Walter declared.

"That's not all," Eric continued, "The missing woman, Trisha? She at the university right now. The suspect dropped her off at a local store."

"What?" Natalia asked scrunching up her brows. "Were there any witnesses?"

"The store was just out of the perimeter of the search, and it was during traffic hours, so..." Eric looked down at his cell to read another text. "Anyway, Horatio is on his way there question the roommates, and Calleigh and Ryan are on their way back from processing Michelle's boyfriend's apartment."

"My ears are burning," joked Calleigh as she approached the team, Ryan not far behind. "Here you are, Walter," she said handing him the boxes. "All logged in and ready to be processed."

Both smiled pleasantly as Walter began walking back to his own station. Briefly, he caught a glimpse of his friend behind Calleigh. Ryan's head was lowered as he rested himself against the wall. Walter couldn't seem to place the feeling he gained from looking at him.

"Calleigh, you mind accompanying me to the hospital?" asked Eric.

"Why?"

"Trisha Belford was released from the kidnapper," he stated as her eyes widened.

"Sure, of course." Calleigh felt a sudden buzz from her cell phone. "Damn it, I can't. Dr. Loman needs me down in autopsy."

"I could go for you," chimed in Ryan. He had remained quiet since their trip from the apartment.

"Uh, I-," Calleigh's eyes shifted indecisively. "I don't think that's such a good idea," she replied hesitantly. Ryan rolled his eyes with disgust.

"Seriously?" Ryan folded his arms in protest. "What's wrong with me going to the autopsy? I've done it plenty of times!" he all but shouted.

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just—," Calleigh's voice began to waver as she saw Eric's pleas to head out.

"Calleigh, I'll go with him," Natalia offered.

"I don't need a babysitter, thank you." Ryan didn't mean to be crude, especially to Natalia, but the last thing he needed was to be treated like a child. He was not a child.

"Ryan, you know that's not what I meant-,"

"Okay, fine," Calleigh interrupted. "Ryan, just go. Natalia, go with him." She rose up a hand before Ryan could rebuttal. "That's an order." Silently, Ryan complied with Calleigh's decision.

An ambulance and fire truck stationed themselves on the sidewalks of the university, lights flashing melodically against each other. Students and passersby stared in interest to what had occurred.

"Ms. Belford?" Horatio asked the female situated on the gurney, soon to be pulled into the ambulance. Only an incoherent moan could be distinguished from Trisha.

"Lieutenant!" cried out a frightened young woman from behind Horatio.

"Tiffany," he stated before she threw herself into a hug with him. She was trembling from seeing her friend in such a state. "Is she going to be okay?" Tiffany asked with her head buried in his chest.

"She's going to be taken to the hospital so they can check her out," Horatio stated confidently, though his thoughts raced as he wondered what Trisha really went through. "Where's Megan?" he asked referring to the other roommate.

"She's still in the dorm building. She's freaking out thinking the guy's gonna come after us," Tiffany uttered, her head now rising to his eye level. Horatio quickly searched around the perimeter, his eyes catching attention to an officer nearby.

"Officer!" he shouted towards her direction. Swiftly, the officer made her way over. "What's your name?"

"Officer Ashley Dane, sir," she responded.

"Officer Dane, I need you to stay with Tiffany and Megan." Horatio's answer was greeted with a shocked look from Tiffany. "It's going to be fine, Tiffany. Both you and Megan are well protected." Tiffany reluctantly nodded her as the patrol officer grabbed her by the arm to lead her away. Hastily, Horatio returned back to the ambulance which Trisha was being loaded in.

"Trisha, can you hear me?" he asked standing next to the gurney.

"Yes," she replied faintly.

"Has she been injured?" Horatio asked the EMT.

"So far, all she has is a nasty concussion, but her slurred speech gives us reason to believe she was drugged," the EMT reported.

"Trisha, it's going to be okay," Horatio stated returning his attention to the girl. "They're taking you to the hospital." The gurney began rising as the EMTs lifted Trisha into the ambulance.

Once in, Trisha cracked open her eyes and immediately began to squirm in the bed. Thrashing her arms around, Trisha pulled the IV out causing some blood to spew. She kicked her legs viciously at any body near her.

"Ms. Belford!" screamed an EMT, "you need to calm down!" Trisha would not hear of it.

"Let me go! Don't touch me! Stop it!" Trisha screamed over and over again.

"We need to sedate her!" cried another EMT. Seeing as they had no other choice, the EMT not holding Trisha grabbed for the syringe. Trisha continued her movement, becoming more rough and violent at the sight of the needle.

"NO!" she screamed, the needle rigidly piercing her skin. "Please, don't! Please, please, please! Don't do this!" Her eyes began to water up as the drugs entered her system. In a matter of seconds, Trisha's body became limp, her eyes drifting off to a dark fade.

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