CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Fallen Butterfly
Chapter Eleven- Escape
With all the time she had spent in completely numbing darkness, Sara was beginning to become claustrophobic. Well, at least the temperature was helping to block out her pain which was becoming more and more intense. She had only woken up a few moments ago, and panic had seized her when her mind flew to reality. She was still trying to calm her racing heart. She didn't know how long Lurie had been gone, nor how long she had slept. All she knew was that when she was thrown in here, the sun was up and shining through the cracks in the wood. Now it was darker, and much, much colder.
As she lay scrunched up against the wall, Sara wondered whether Grissom or anyone else had found her note. It seemed that Lurie had kept nearly everything in his shed back at his home, and it was easy to find a piece of paper and pen in the jumble. She could feel her heart breaking as she imagined Grissom's face. The reality of not being able to see him again was killing her inside. As she thought Sara felt like her head was being put under a lot of pressure. Like somebody was grabbing it either side, and giving it one good squeeze. This was probably due to the blow Lurie had dealt her with. What did he use anyway? It had definitely felt like metal, she could taste the copper in her mouth.
"Ahhhhh!" she cursed as her bloodied shirt caught on a splinter. It ripped easily through the material, leaving the shirt tattered and stained.
Sara knew this wasn't any good, she could feel her legs growing numb from the weather. And she knew if she didn't do something soon, her system would shut down to the winter air. And what was worse, she could then catch various types of diseases, the worst of them being pneumonia. She had to find a way out of this tiny shack. Slowly hoisting herself to her feel, she tried the rusty door handle…locked. She should have guessed. Feeling her way around by the small cracks of moonlight in the wood, she concluded this place was very small. Three feet by three feet at the most, barley enough space to move around in. She could fell the claustrophobia clouding her senses; she leaned against a wall for support.
"Have to get out of here" she told herself bravely, "Have to get out of here."
Desperately she launched herself at the opposite wooden wall, it creaked a little, but she was too weak. Gasping in pain she slid down the wall and sat with her knees to her chest, her arms wrapped around them. And she cried. It didn't matter that her lungs felt like they were about to puncture from the pressure of her broken ribs. It didn't matter that her clothes were soaked and she was slowly freezing to death. It didn't matter about the terror she felt as she knew Laurie would be back at any moment. She knew she was tough, but she wasn't that tough.
'Let the world wait' she thought.
So she cried and she cried, until her crying subsided into sobs…
Kilometers away Laurie smoothly parked his car into a small clearing, making little noise as he locked the doors and headed out into the woods. He knew his way around easily, he had done this many times before. He might as well call himself a wolf, prowling around and spying on everyone like this. He chuckled slightly; he really liked the idea of that. Inn a matter of minutes, he was crouching behind a large rock. A nice view of his backyard spread out below. He gritted his teeth as he saw them there, the police. They were swarming around like ants in honey. His anger only increased as he saw Grissom, a lost look on his face as his friends tried to comfort him. They soon gave up and a blonde woman took their place, talking with Griss.
'Damn that man!' he thought angrily, 'Damn him!'
Not even thinking, he pulled out the gun from his back pocket and silently aimed it down at the supervisor. His hand was trembling as he saw Grissom's face line up with the barrel. Should he, or shouldn't he? He knew he would certainly like to! Then he could have Debbie all to himself. But killing him like this would get Vincent no where, only in a cell and Debbie dead when no one found her. And besides even if he did make it back with out capture, Debbie would be stubborn and not believe him. He would much rather present this man's head to her on a platter, have her cringe.
Sighing in frustration he put the gun back in his pocket, and watched as Grissom's friend slowly piled back into the house to collect evidence.
"I'll get you" he said loud enough for his ears to hear. Gritting his teeth, he turned away and marched angrily back into the woods…
Down below Grissom ignored all the sympathy he was getting from various members of the force. Instead his eyes were focused on a movement of a bush up a nearby hill. He focused and almost yelled out in surprise as he spotted a figure darting behind a large rock. He pretended to be talking to the officers surrounding him, but he could see out the corner of his eye the man glaring at him. Why hadn't anybody else noticed him? Was he the only one?
The officers gradually gathered away from him on Catherine's command.
"Hey Griss" she said sadly, as soon as it was just the two of them "I'm so-"
"Shhh!" he snapped. The man was holding a gun in his direction, about to fire. Grissom felt his body tense.
"Griss, I know it's hard to accept but- what's wrong with you?" she asked as she saw him grow rigid.
"Cath, please pretend to peer about talking to me. There's a man on that hill above us, with a gun" he said quietly.
Catherine's eyes grew wide, "Lurie?" she muttered low. She pretended to say something as she peered about casually, and spotted him!
"Cath" Grissom said, "He's put the gun away now. Take the others, get them In the car and get ready to drive. I have a feeling he had a car nearby."
Catherine nodded worriedly and hurriedly went off to get Nick and Warrick. Grissom stood there quietly staring into space; he could see the gunman retreat slowly back into the forest.
"I'll get you Lurie" he said, he turned his back and went off to his waiting team members…
'I have to get out of here' Sara thought desperately, 'before he comes back! I have to get out of here for Grissom!"
In a final attempt she stood on her bucking feet. Leaning against the wall with the jarred door, she sighed and with all the strength left in her, she threw herself at the wall and kicked at it. Like a gateway to heaven, the wood split to unravel the darkness of night, illuminated by the full moon. The gentle breeze sent new shivers running down her spine. Now she knew what she had to do. There was a long hole in the wall, but it wasn't wide enough yet. So she kicked some more, the wood shattering like glass.
'This has to be one old shack for me to be able to kick like this' she thought.
Just as she was sure she could squeeze through without to much damage, she froze. The low rumble of the convertible could be heard in the silence of the night. It came to park with a squelching sound, the engine shut down and someone slammed the door shut, not bothering to lock it.
"Debbie!" called a man. Sara's heart pounded in her head, he had finally come.
"Debbie? I'm back!" he called again. She heard the jingling of keys as Lurie tried to find the right one.
Sara willed her body to move. In a desperate attempt she threw herself through the hole. A piece of wood the size of a large pocket knife, dug itself into the back of her arm with a crunching noise as she finally broke through the confined space of the shack. Crying out in pain she hobbled away into the forest as fast as her exhausted body allowed her.
"Debbie!" Lurie finally opened the door only to find Sara gone, out into the night. With an evil gleam in his eyes, he quickly strode to his car. Opening it he pulled out a long crowbar he had used to knock her out with, which was hidden under the seat, "You want to act like that" he said loud enough for the fleeing Sara to hear, "Then I'm going to have to hunt you down and teach you a lesson."
Sara's heart pounded with adrenaline. If Lurie didn't kill her when he found her, she would surely die of a heart attack. But the extra leap of her heart made her go faster. Then a thought occurred to her, in this state she would never be able to outrun him. Never…
'But I could with something much faster' she realized, forming a plan in her head. Trying not to make any noise, she ducked off to the side of the forest, coming in a half circle around the clearing. She crouched low in the leaves of a plant as she saw Lurie's monstrous height come crashing through the trees. He was wielding the crowbar like a toothpick, like it was a toy.
Sara didn't want to know what he planned to do with it if he found her. Ignoring the pain in her arms, head, legs and sides, she crept toward the shed, watching Laurie disappear further into the trees. Gathering her courage, she darted through the rest of the trees and came to the pathway she had visited hours before. To her left was the convertible, glistening midnight black in the moonlight, beckoning to her. To her right was the shed, and she remembered Lurie telling her he kept his motorbike in there for safe keeping, since he came up here a lot. A motorbike would be much faster, and much less noticeable if Lurie decided to come after her. She had no license for one, but she had been taught when she was younger by her father how to ride. And desperate times call for desperate measures.
"Where are you!?" came a furious scream and the swipe of a heavy object through the air.
'He's coming!' Sara thought frantically, 'But which one should I take, the motorbike or the car?'
A/N: So which one should she take the motorbike or the car, I would love to hear all your opinions. Which one sounds more realistic? Which one would you like to read about? Your votes determine the story's outcome in the end weather it be motorbike or convertible, there are like two different endings that go with each one. Either way there's gonna be a wild chase next chap, so get reviewing!
Sarah
