Twenty

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Eric quickly walked through CSI. He had to find Horatio; he needed to know something wasn't right. Nirvana still hadn't called him about Calleigh. That made his heart beat against his chest every second he waited for that call. He should have stayed in Seattle. If he had, none of this would have happened.

"Horatio!" Eric immediately caught sight of the tall red head.

Horatio turned and looked at him. Eric wasn't due for returning to work until the next day, "Eric, what can I get for you?" he raised his eyebrows.

Eric stood in front of him with his hands placed on his hips, "Calleigh's missing."

"Are you sure about that?" Eric didn't have time to do this. He wanted Calleigh in Miami. Safe.

He held his hands up, "She's gone H! Detective McAlister can't find her in Seattle!" anger ran through his veins, "I have to find her!" Eric tried to walk back out of the lab without further explanation.

"Eric!" he stopped at the sound of Horatio's voice, "Is there something I'm missing about all of this?" he softened his gaze.

"H," he hesitated and watched Horatio intently, "H, she's pregnant," Horatio rose his eyebrows taken aback by this. Calleigh wasn't one to get pregnant out of wedlock, "It's mine," for once, he felt Horatio look at him in the eye.

"We have to find her," he felt his voice tremble. Whoever had Calleigh would most likely be wiped off the planet.

Horatio put his hands on his hips, "I'll make some calls," he then walked past towards his office.

The longer she was gone, the less time she has to live.

…

Calleigh saw only darkness. A cloth covered her emerald green eyes. She couldn't hear anything. The blood pounded throughout her ears making her feel as if she was under water. She couldn't smell anything distinct. No ocean. But she could feel. She felt cold. Very cold.

She shifted to make herself more comfortable. She realized she was not on a floor. She was most likely on a bed. This was not good. She then started thinking on how she could get out. Her hands were still handcuffed behind her back, digging into her small wrists.

Then she heard a door open and a rush of cold weather came in, "You're awake," she heard a man's voice echo off the walls.

She didn't say anything to him.

"Calleigh," there was a sigh, "I know you're awake," his voice sounded thicker when he said her name.

"Talk to me," he continued, "I want to know were Eric Sharova went," Calleigh felt the rage course through her veins. How dare he call Eric that!

She felt him grab her arm in a tight grip, "Tell me!" he yelled and twisted her shoulder painfully.

She turned her head towards the voice, "No," she knew he wouldn't kill her. If he wanted to know where Eric was, he would just use other methods. Methods she would live through if it meant keeping Eric safe.

She felt his arm wrap even tighter and pull her blindfold down abruptly. She saw a man. His dark hair was tied in a ponytail, his brown eyes piercing hers. She took in a breath, he seemed familiar. This wasn't the man that took her.

He leaned closer by her ear, "Tell me."

She pulled away, "No," tears pricked her eyes when she felt him caress her cheek before he slapped it. She yelped as the stinging sensation hit her. In a few seconds it subsides in a dull throb.

"I know you know where he is."

She bravely looked up at him, ignoring the blond locks in her face, "I will never let you find Eric Delko."

He grabbed her by the neck and stared at her fiercely in the eyes, "You will," then he dragged her off the bed. He let go of her before she hit the ground. She cried out when she landed on the bad side. He kicked her over so she was lying on her back. He grabbed her by the shirt and brought her up to him.

"You will," his mocking voice filled her ears.

…

Eric paced through the halls and picked up his phone and dialed Nirvana's number. It rang twice before she picked up, "McAlister."

"It's Eric," there was a slight pause as he felt tension rise in the air, "You have anything new?"

She cleared her throat, "She was taken by some of Ivan Sarnoff's men," Eric had the greatest urge to kill Sarnoff right now. Sarnoff probably had ordered for Calleigh to be taken, "She's in Russia," Eric wanted to know how she could track Calleigh down like that, but he was just grateful that she had that unique skill.

"She was reported leaving Seattle on a flight to Moscow, knowing how smart Sarnoff is, they won't stay there long," Eric pondered his thoughts, "It's your call, Eric," Eric looked up so he was staring directly at the elevators.

"Let's go."

There was another slight pause, "You mean to say you're dragging me into this?"

Her voice had sounded hesitant, "Nirvana, I need your help. Sarnoff's men will kill her," he rubbed the sweat off his eyebrow, "I can't do it alone."

"I'll go," he raised his eyebrows. Nirvana caved easily. He thought she'd give more reasons not to go instead of going. She could die. He could die.

He was about to say something when he noticed she hung up. She was probably getting ready. He shook his head and headed over to Horatio. He had to know if Horatio had any advice for him. This was not the same situation with Marisol.

He hesitated before he entered Horatio's office. Horatio could ask Eric if he really should be doing this instead of letting Russia's law enforcement handle this. But Eric couldn't let them do that.

He looked at Horatio in the eye when he entered, "I'm going to Russia," he'd never thought about going to Russia since he was nothing but a child. This time, for the love of his life and unborn child, he had to.

"May I ask why?" Horatio clasped his hands together and leaned forward on his desk.

"Calleigh's there," Horatio nodded his head, "Sarnoff's men have her, Detective McAlister and I are going to find her."

Horatio cleared his throat, "Eric," this too was hard for him, after all, Eric was his brother-in-law, "I would like to go," he looked up at him.

"H," Eric didn't think it was the best thing for him.

"I consider Calleigh to be a daughter in a way," Eric nodded, "I cannot let her die."

It was set. They were going to find her.

No matter what.

…

The moonlight shone through on a petite frame shivering in the cold November air. A woman had come in and thrown numerous amounts of ice water on her in attempt to her to talk. If failed.

Now the woman found herself in soaked clothes in a room with barely any heat circulating. She could see her breath in front of her. The mist which was uncommon to her.

The blond let a crystal like tear stray from her beautiful eyes, "Eric," she felt a pain in her abdomen.

"Help me," she closed her eyes.

"Help yourself," a woman entered the room and said, "Tell us where Eric Sharova is," she grabbed Calleigh by the hair and pulled her head up, "Tell me!" the woman held a knife by Calleigh's neck.

"I will do it," Calleigh squirmed trying to get away from the woman, "Look at me!" she grabbed Calleigh's chin and moved her face until she was staring at the woman. Calleigh didn't have much strength, but she managed to squirm slightly away from the woman and bite her on the hand.

The woman yelled out in Russian and hit Calleigh across the face. Calleigh recognized the rusty metallic taste of blood. She couldn't tell if it was hers or Aleksandra's.

Aleksandra took Calleigh's hand in hers and pried it open. She brought the knife up to it and sliced a deep cut over the flesh. Calleigh screamed out as she felt the pain go up her arm. Aleksandra brought the knife back up to Calleigh's face, "Every time you disobey me, you get a new cut," she pushed Calleigh back on the bed and turned and left the room.

Calleigh felt the blood run off her hand and on the mattress. She felt it dry up on her hand as she soon felt light headed as the smell of blood filled her nostrils. It was a sickening feeling. She'd seen many gory crime scenes, but none of them had her blood in them. She turned felt herself collapse on her stomach. She scooted forward quickly as she vomited all over the floor below her.

This was just the beginning.

I hope that wasn't too bad. I had writer's block briefly for this one part. I'm about to start writing Twenty-one. It might be a little wait, I'm going to try to write Twenty-two and Twenty-three before I post it.

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