For a few seconds, Stetler just looked at Calleigh with an evil grin smothering his face. Then slowly his huge hand reached towards her motionless body. The IAB agent placed two fingers on her neck and felt for a pulse. As the steady beat drummed against his fingertips he let out a sigh of relief. The last thing he needed was for her to die during one of his interrogations. Guess who the prime suspect would be then?

Moving his hand from her jugular he pushed aside the lapel of her black suit jacket, revealing a small pocket. Reaching inside the breast pocket of her jacket he pulled out two latex gloves. For once in his life he was thanking the stupid science geek CSIs for always having gloves with them.

He shook his arm the lift the sleeve of his own jacket and glanced at his watch. 9:05. It had taken 15 minutes for his "interview" and his assault of Calleigh Duquesne. 9:06. The night shift wouldn't be here for another hour but the cleaning crew was supposed to start in 10 minutes.

Stetler snapped the gloves on and quickly unclipped her badge and holster. He took out her gun and haphazardly laid it next to her badge. If that wasn't a message to Caine he didn't know what would be. He picked Calleigh up and threw her over his shoulder. Thank god she was light! Sure he though he was strong but he was no Eric Delko. He thought of himself as average when it came to strength but he wasn't anywhere close to being as agile or muscled as the younger CSI.

Extremely glad he chose the interrogation room closest to the back door he ran as fast as he could and considering he was carrying the female detective, was pretty fast. He kicked open the door and sneaked outside where a white van was waiting outside. Using the darkness as a cover, he used one hand to open one of the double doors of the back of the vehicle. Dumping Calleigh in the back, he shut the door and tapped the driver's window. The tinted window rolled down and Stetler was suddenly staring into the face of……………

John Hagen.

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"Part 1 is done," Stetler informed him, emotionless.

"Is she unconscious?" Hagen asked.

"You think I could carry a kicking and screaming female who knows how to shoot 100 times better than I do, out of the CRIME LAB?" Stetler questioned incredulously.

"OF COURSE SHE'S UNCONSCIOUS!" Stetler seethed.

"Oh," Hagen stated dumbly.

"But she won't stay that way for much longer, IDIOT!" Stetler insulted.

"Oh," Hagen repeated, "I should probably go then, eh?"

Stetler sighed. The man was hopeless. You could hit him over the head and he wouldn't change. You could ask him to inhale a permanent marker and he wouldn't lose any brain cells…because he didn't have any in the first place!!

"Ya THINK?"

"Yea. I should probably go," Hagen asked more to himself than to Stetler.

Rick just hit his forehead with his palm and stalked back to his office where he could wash his hands of this ridiculous affair…for today anyway.

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Meanwhile, Calleigh stirred in the back of the vehicle. Groggily, she opened her eyes and blinked slowly. Then, her eyes shot wide open losing any trace of sleepiness. Looking around at her surroundings, her emerald green eyes absorbed everything, looking for a hint to help her figure out where she was.

She was in a car, that much she knew but that was it. No sounds, no words, no smells, tastes, or touch.

Unfamiliarity and no control. Two words that spiked fear into her strong heart. And that was what made that fright course through her veins, like blood.

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