Hey guys! Sorry it's taken me so long to update. Too make it easier for me, and to make up for not posting, I'm going to post two chapters so it's caught up with the other sites.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. I own Kayla Green and Taylor Cryst/Rider.
Beta: : Lostladyknight
CHAPTER SIX---Let the Games Begin!
"Please," Taylor pleaded. Catherine and Sara both lowered their guns.
"Now, I want you," he said motioning to Catherine, "to go to the window and tell all your cop friends that we are leaving out the back. And if anyone should try to stop us all of you are going to die." Taylor's started to whimper and the man only shoved the gun barrel harder against her head, making her stop.
"Okay," Catherine said throwing her gun in the corner as Sara did the same. She walked out of the man's sight and pushed open the door. Apparently couple of the cops had heard the shots and called in SWAT. Catherine blinked against the sudden lighting change and help up her hands. One of the men rushed forward and tried to usher her away.
"No!" she screamed at him. The man backed off.
"Catherine, you need to come with us," The calming voice of Jim Brass came through the speakers. She shook her head.
"If I do, he'll kill Sara, Taylor, and the baby. He says we are going out the back door and if anyone stops us we will all die," She was out of breath and her nerves were rising into her throat.
"Okay Catherine. The hawk flies," Jim gave the secret code to all ears, and it comforted the distressed woman. She nodded her head then disappeared back into the building. Jim went around barking out orders to him team, the one he kept yelling, was to alert the CSI night shift.
Once inside Catherine was furious with this man, her fear was still there but it was subdued to the back of her mind. She looked at Sara who had the same stare. Taylor however couldn't think straight, her mind was consumed with worry.
"Time to move," the man said as he led Taylor out the back door. Sara and Catherine had no choice but to follow. As soon as they made it to the large van the women realized listening to this man was a mistake. There wasn't a license plate; the windows were tinted, including the front ones. This guy was a professional.
"Cath," Sara whispered cautiously. The blond looked at her then back at the man.
"I know," She whispered back. Then both looked upon the man who was forcing Taylor to drink an obviously spiked drink. Taylor's lips were pursed and she was shaking her head.
"Drink it whore," The man growled. Taylor's gaze turned to her superiors who nodded sadly. Finally she drank the whole amount in the paper cup and was now slowly drifting in and out of consciousness. The man threw in a punch to make sure she was completely out before throwing her violently into the van. Next he moved on to Sara.
"You know what to do," Sara held all the liquid in her mouth and pretended to fall. The man caught her and shoved her in. Unfortunately a small amount had slipped into her esophagus making her very loopy.
"No," Catherine flat out refused.
"You are going to drink this now." Catherine shook her head.
"Make me," She taunted. The man's anger was rising and he swung at her face. After regaining her balance Catherine still refused.
"I'm not drinking it," The man looked at his watch.
"I'm losing time anyway," He muttered under his breath before grabbing duck tape and rope. Once he had subdued Catherine he shoved her into the back of the van and onto her colleges.
After what seemed like an hour later the four arrived at what looked like an old motel, from the van's windows. He had chosen to be careful and blindfolded them before dragging them inside.
A few minutes later all three women were sitting in what seemed like a very old room on the floor or the bathroom. Sara was coming out of her high and Taylor was very slowly coming too. Catherine and Sara crawled out and surveyed the room. It was defiantly old.
"I wonder who broke the bed," Sara asked to no one in particular. Catherine felt like laughing at her small inevitable joke but she refrained.
"This place is beyond old," She said instead. The bed seemed to be snapped in half at the frame but still able to be slept on. There was a small T.V. on the rusty old drawers but the glass was shot out and the antennas twisted. Even the small table that sat by the window was in pieces, the splintering edges sticking straight out. At the sound of the door knob twisting violently the girls hurried back into the small bathroom.
"Guys, what's going on?" Taylor asked as they sat on either side of her. Both pushed their hands over her mouth.
"Oh girlies," The man called as he walked into the doorway. Catherine and Sara glared at him while Taylor's eyes rolled into the back of her head. "Here's some water, careful, it's all you get tonight." He set down the cups and saw the two women eye them suspiciously. "Don't worry, I didn't lace them. I wouldn't want to damage the goods." The man then left them in peace.
"I can't believe him!" Sara grumbled back a scream. Catherine looked at her with an understanding look while she felt Taylor's forehead.
"She's out cold. He hit her pretty hard," She explained. Sara stood up and walked to the sink. Turning on the tap she pulled down her sleeve to get it wet. Before she stuck it under the water she realized it was brown and murky.
"It's all brown," Sara explained sitting back down.
"Oh God," Catherine gasped at the subtle use of his name. Sara looked at her questionably.
"Warrick," She gasped again, "and Linds, and everyone." Sara now understood the distraught look on her face.
"I'm sure Jim told them for us," Sara's face lit up. "Phones." She whispered.
"Mine was in my field case," Catherine said. Sara pulled hers from her pocket and began writing a message, she wouldn't risk making noise.
Help! Catherine, Taylor and I are being held hostage by a masked man in some old motel. Taylor is unconscious and we are fearing for the baby. I figured we should say something in case something happens.
Sara handed the phone to Catherine who read over what she wrote before adding on.
Cath: Lindsey I love you to pieces. Keep strong and listen to the team, they know what's good for you. Rick, our time together has been amazing and I will miss you with every breath I take. I love you baby. If we don't come out of this, I want you to move on and be happy. Bye everyone, you have been amazing friends.
She handed the phone back to Sara who started adding without reading Catherine's message out of respect.
Sara: Gilbert, I love you. I'm sorry I left before. You helped me through my family problems and I owe you for it. Nick and Warrick, you've made for great older brothers and Greg, a younger one. I've never had family as great as you. I'll miss you.
Quickly Sara sent the message to the team and Archie before Sara hid her phone again. Both women used their water to splash on Taylor's face. The younger CSI woke up with a start as she leaned away from the bathtub wall.
"What's going on?" she asked barely above a whisper. After a quick explanation Taylor was just as sad as the other two.
"Guys, what is he going to do with us? And what's going to happen afterwards?" she asked tentatively. Catherine sighed.
"It's hard to tell what is going to happen while we are here." Taylor's face fell deeper than it already was as she ran her hand along her stomach. Sara finished her answers,
"But I can guarantee you, they will find us," Her voice held confidence and it made everyone feel a little better.
Meanwhile at the lab… All the men from the CSI night shift were rushing into the AV lab.
"Did you all get the same message?" Gill asked his voice empty and far off.
"Yes," Warrick said. His voice on the other hand was full of remorse.
"We have to find them. Archie start running it," Nick responded, trying to hand him his phone.
"No need, they sent me it too."
"Our girls are smart and strong, they'll make it through this," Greg added sadly.
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