I'm on a writing spree again! I can't seem to stop and you guys most definately don't want me to. You just want a substitute for the holidays while they're no new episodes airing yet, huh? For example episode 714 'Smoke Gets In Your C.S.I.'s'.

Chapter 10: Save Me

Her body tossed around in the dark end of the vehicle she was into. With every reckless turn it took she slammed into the walls with a loud bang. There were no seats or light or anything to hold on to keep from rolling, back and forth, back and forth. He had bound her wrists together which made every hit worse. She felt dizzy and aching was her head. She hoped it would end before she got completely knocked out.

When it finally did, the van screeched to a stop. It sended her straight into the wall again yelping. Then the blinding light appeared ahead as the man reached for her. Once he grasped her body Calleigh began fighting him. His strong, firm hands forced her out of the van's opening and she fell to the ground struggling. Again he lifted her body off the dirt road and dragged her away.

Once inside a dim lit place her eyes adjusted to the surroundings. Being Calleigh she kept fighting in his arms and he lost his grip again, causing her to fall to the floor.

"You know you're gonna get caught, right?"

"Yeah, I know and I don't really care. I just want a little time with you," he spoke gently as if he were her friend.

"Who are you?" she demanded. He helped her sit up and lean against a cold wall.

"Oh, of coarse you don't 'memeber me, but your other friends do. I shot at the house you were in, with you and Wolfe, right?" Calleigh replied with a harsh stare into his creepy face. He was the cause of her illness. "Answer me, I just want to get to know you, that's all. I'm Don." He stuck out his palm. Calleigh remained staring at him, she was niether scared nor delighted, just there. Did he really expect her to get along with him?

"Why are you doing this? After you tired to kill me and my partner - you tried to burn us to death!"

"Well, I am glad for one, that you didn't die because we wouldn't be having this conversation right now," he rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Get off of me!" she shrieked away with a slight weeze.

"Oh, I heard you have breathing problems, I'm so, so sorry to hear that. Do you mind if I smoke? Of coarse you don't, sweetheart."

Don stood and retrieved a cigarrette from somewhere she didn't see. He stuck it in his mouth and fumbled around in his pocket for a lighter then lit a flame to it. He took a seat in front of her again. Shakily she watched him inhail the substance and exhale it into her face. She looked away to prevent it going inside her but couldn't for long. Coughs surfaced from her exhausted lungs which wanted clean air.

"How you like the smell o' that?" he blew the fog into her again.

"Stop!" she gasped and coughed. Her chest heavied and she had to get away from him. He fought him again, kicking his nuts in the process.

"Oo, ow, Cal., don't be so mean, I didn't even touch you!" He didn't have to lay a hand on her to cause pain. In a rage Don crushed the cigarrette out on the floor. Then he grabbed a pocket knife from his pants and stuck it out at her. "If you wanna fight, let's fight!"

Calleigh's heart pumped harder in her chest. She winced at the blade above her threatening to carve scars into her skin. Right about now she was worthless: she had no weapon of her own or the strength to overcome him. Was this the end?

"So," he began again pulling the knife away, "I'll give you a chance, either you run or you die right here. What's your choice, Calleigh?"

Don's black eyes penetrated her own terrified green, making them suddenly turn dark hiding from him. Unlike any other heartless killer he gave her a choice. Live or die. Her brain couldn't function properly under the stress of choosing. It seemed to be a simple choice to him, but was he tricking her? She laid there wincing in the pain of her chest beginning to cry nervously. His patience ran out and he let out a monsterous growl and jabbed the tip of the knife angrily! Calleigh screamed for dear life as it entered the wall right above her blonde head! Her instinct kicked in and she stumbled to her feet and took off into the dark.

The blade hitched in the crack it made before he could finally get it loose. And when he did, she heard him coming.

She ran to nowhere, barely seeing what was in sight. Her eyes watered even more, tears drowned her cheeks and her voice bawled out. Her feet pounded so hard that she ran out of her heels. She tried so hard to find the entrance in which they came, but failed as her loss of breaths took over. She winced harder. Her body weakened with the loss of oxygen flowing into her lungs and her red blood cells. She collided into the cold and dusty ground beneath her skiding slightly.

She laid on her side in excruciating pain. The gasps wanting to subside so badly but couldn't, leaving her lungs struggling and her heart racking in pain. Not again. 'Could it at least be a dream?' her mind pleaded. No, because it was real. She was brought into this not by her will, but by force.

"What's wrong with you," Don calmly asked, "are you okay?" His speech was slow and simple. He acted as if he cared, as if he didn't know what was happening to her.

"Why did you do this to me?" she coughed, "Help me, I can't, I can't breathe... Don, please!" She lifted her arms limply towards him craving help, but they dropped lifelessly. The last thing she saw was his giant body standing tall beside her, watching her go.

She chose to live, but was her life for long?