Hello, ooh its chapter 7 already! Hope your all liking the story. I got the new Twilight book, it's really good, possibly the best out of them all! Yet again, I don't own Twilight or CSI : ( I don't own Google either, and I made the book names up. Enjoy this next chapter!

Chapter 7 - No Escape

She felt herself slowly wake up, a large pain in the right side of her torso and a mind numbing headache. She tried to reach the source of the pain with her hand, but instead her elbow banged something metal from above her. She blinked, trying to get used to the dark, and felt the smooth, cold surface with her free hand; the other seemed to be stuck beneath her. It was incredibly cramped, and as she tried to bang on the metal above her she was jolted to the side, causing her already aching head to bang on another hard surface, only this one felt carpeted, much like the surface that her pinned arm was resting on. The girl screamed, calling out for anyone to help, as she tried to figure out where the hell she was. She could hear a rumbling noise coming from beneath her, and the very faint noise of moving gravel.

Suddenly it dawned on her; she was in the boot of a car.

She thrashed around, hitting her knee on the right hand side of the cramped space, and tried to remember what had happened to her in the past few hours. All she could remember was being dragged through the desert, with fangs digging into her side. Again, she tried to touch the source of the pain in her torso, and was nearly sick with pain as she felt a huge, ragged hole in her shirt and a large cut extending from her navel to her hip. Rubbing her fingers together, she felt the sticky substance that she was both dreading and expecting to be there; blood.

Blood. Wasn't that the cause of all this? Her blood, to be more exact.

The car jolted again, and the girl knocked her head hard on the roof of the boot. Dammit, why couldn't he just have tied her down or something? Maybe then she wouldn't have had such a bad headache.

Focus. she thought to herself, just try to remember what has happened today.

Today. Well, she had woken up yet again in an unfamiliar house, with a gag and her hands tied behind her back. Then, the monster, as she liked to call him now, spilt a few more pints of her blood around the house she was in and dragged her back out. Oh, and lets not forget the car journey out to the desert; as she'd tried to ring for safety he had snatched the phone away from her hands, threatening to smash it up. Which, of course, he didn't; instead he had stopped the car and kicked her around a bit, sneering at how he had once thought they were friends. Then they'd stopped at a restaurant and he got something to eat; while she lay frightened and in pain in the boot of the car. Next, he had stopped in the middle of the desert and left her in the car for a few hours; with the locks on and only a tiny amount of the window pulled down. She'd passed out from the heat when he got back in the car, and now here she was, in the back of a car, going to god-knows-where.

She only hoped that someone was trying to help her out of this hell-hole.

Catherine was sat in the break room, reading a book; 'Wolf men and other not-so-mythical creatures'. It was trying to convince her that werewolves existed, and so far it wasn't doing a very good job.

Nick was on one of the A/V computers, looking at 'werewolf sightings' on Google. He clicked on a few pages, and after being shown various pictures of obviously photoshopped pictures of men with wolf faces and one of Wolverine, he switched the search phrase to 'ancient wolf legends'. He sighed at the result; 1,810,000 search results. He added to the search phrase; 'ancient wolf legends in Washington'. Something immediately popped out at him; Quileute Legends. The website said that the Quileutes thought they were descended from wolves…

Sara was in the Trace lab, comparing hairs found at her crime scene to the one found in the house that Nick, Catherine and Grissom had investigated. As she looked down the microscope, Grissom walked in.

"You got a match, Sara?" He asked.

"Think so."

Greg, however, was sat in his DNA lab, head banging to the loud Marilyn Manson music coming from his headphones. Suddenly, he felt someone poking him sharply on the back which made him jump up in shock.

"Greg?" An impatient voice shouted.

"Yeah?" he said, turning around until he was face-to-face with an impatient looking Sara Sidle. She'd just come from the Trace lab and was holding up two evidence bags.

"Run these."

"Did you get a match?"

"I think, but I'll need DNA to confirm it."

"Your wish is my command." He took the two pieces of hair and started the DNA process. "…I'll let you know when I get results."

"Thanks."

She walked out of the lab and into the layout room, where Grissom and Catherine were stood with Nick looking at the laptop that was in his hands. She sat down on one of the free seats and spoke to her supervisor.

"Hairs found at the two crime scenes are in DNA."

"OK," said Grissom "I really think we should contact the Black family now."

"Why?"

"They live on the Quileute reservation close to Bella Swan's hometown. And this website says they believe they are descended from wolves."

"…yeah, but even so there wouldn't be wolf DNA in their system."

"Worth a shot" Nick replied "We could ask for a DNA sample and compare it to the DNA we already found."

"Get out." His hostile voice rang out in the quiet, humid desert. The frightened teenager did as her former friend commanded, scared of what would happen if she refused. "Put this on" he ordered, handing her a bandage to cover up her wound, which in the blinding sunlight looked very nasty.

Once she had wrapped the bandage around her torso, he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards a ditch. He pushed her down the slope, making her trip up but not fall over.

"Go lie down there." He said, pointing down at the sandy ditch that looked less inviting than the car boot.

"What?" She asked cautiously, being sure not to enrage the little patience he already had.

"I said," he began angrily "lie down!"

She did as she was told, curling up in the rough sand and looking up at her kidnapper.

"Rub your hair in the sand" He ordered. She knew that this was so that if her rescuer followed the scent of her blood then it would lead them here, giving her capturer more time to get further and further away from Las Vegas.

She felt the hard grains of sand scratch against her scalp but she daren't try and get it out; instead she lay on the ground feeling very pathetic and weak. She'd endured scarier beings than him, ones that she definitely knew would have killed her if they'd gotten the chance. But maybe this is what scared her about her former friend; she had no idea what was in store for her.

After about ten minutes she was hoisted up by his strong, ruthless arms, and she felt herself slipping out of consciousness again as he stuffed her back inside the boot of the car. She hadn't eaten in a few days, nor had she had anything to drink.

If this guy didn't kill her, lack of nutrients would.

"Mr. Black, are you sure you haven't seen your son?… at all? … no, we haven't found him here… well, I'm not sure … sir, I'm trying my best to find him … is there any way we could get his DNA … a toothbrush, maybe? … yes … ok, well I'll see you in a few hours … goodbye"

Nick sighed. That guy was real tough to win over.

"Is Jacob Black coming down?" Grissom asked.

"No, but his dad is, with a toothbrush to get DNA. Says he hasn't seen his son in a few days."

"What is with these fathers?" Sara began, angrily "they just let their children run wild! Seriously." She didn't mention how her mother never seemed to care where she was when she was younger, however. But times were different now.

"This makes Jacob the number one suspect. If we can match his DNA to-"

Greg suddenly appeared at the doorway.

"Hey guys. Guess what? DNA from both the hairs at each crime scene are a match. It's the same guy."

"Ok, we definitely need to find Jacob Black." Catherine added.

"Do you think he's in Vegas?"

"We could check." Nick answered, "cash registers, hotels, things like that. I'll go tell Archie." Nick exited the layout room, and headed towards the A/V lab. Greg took his place at the table.

"So, Grissom, I just wanted to let you know that I, er, really enjoyed going out in the field and could I possibly, y'know, do it again sometime?"

The supervisor raised an eyebrow. "I only let you out there because everyone else is busy."

The lab tech shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"I can cope with being a substitute CSI."

The young, frail girl woke up in an old motel room. The brown wallpaper was peeling off of the walls and there was a old dusty painting of the Las Vegas landscape on the walls. She looked down at her bandage; some of the blood was seeping through and had stained the white sheets on the bed. She swung her legs over and stood up, then cautiously looked around to make sure that he wasn't there.

The room was empty.

She stumbled towards the fridge on the other side of the room, and opened it up. Food! She grabbed what she could and stuffed it all into her pockets, then bit into a chocolate bar in her left hand.

Upon eating the delicious chocolate, she reached out for the door handle, feeling stronger already. She shook at the metal handle for a few minutes, then it dawned on her that he had locked her inside the room.

Immediately after this thought she ran over to the window, looking desperately for an exit. Nope, there was no way she was getting out from the window; it was about six storeys up.

The girl sighed, and turned to face the old motel room.

When was anyone going to find her?

Wahey! Finally I've added another POV :D hope you enjoyed this chapter, I've got a feeling that the CSIs are slowly getting closer to finding Bella…