A/N: Update of two of I don't know. Enjoy.

Chapter 25

BASEMENT

NOVEMBER 15, 2014

DAY 2

11:00 PM

The others saw fear dancing in her eyes. Panic and betrayal was writing on her face. Grissom went to stand but was too weak to. Sara and Nick stood ready to help the others if need be. Lindsey's eyes were on Ecklie, the others on the girl behind him. Who spoke first, "I'm sorry Mistress Ecklie. Please forgive me."

"Now, now Isabella. You did your job." Ecklie smiled at the girl. "Get back to work."

"Yes Master Ecklie." With that the women was gone.

"I … I had to help. He's weak." Lindsey stopped back remembering their last encounter. Sara stepped forward pulling the girl into her arms. Smiling inside Lindsey remembered why, despite barely knowing Sara and not really liking her, she choose to name her daughter after her. All because she knew that the women, despite not really like her mom, mainly because of Catherine's effect on Grissom, at least cared about what happened to her, like an older sister.

"I'm not mad sweetie," Ecklie smirked stepping forward. "All you had to do was ask. His time was nearly up anyways. Someone else will spend the night in there."

"In where?" Greg asked fearfully.

"A frickin' coffin" Grissom muttered. Nick faced paled in horror. That made Ecklie laugh.

"Relax Nicky boy, your wife will be back shortly. I'm sure eight hours won't affect the baby." He laughed as Lindsey held onto her protect as men stepped forward to hold back the others. Two stood beside the girl. "Wouldn't want my future child injured, anyways. Take her."

"No!" Lindsey screamed as she was ripped from Sara's arms. Everyone but Sara, whose hand rested on her stomach, were screaming. "Let go of me!" She fought until she was dropped to the ground. The others were still being held back as she screamed in utter terror.

"Hush now," Ecklie was kneeling by her a hand resting on her thigh. The others yet again began to fight. "My daughter, you can have the child to raise as your own if you wish. I'm sure Allan would love to raise two children instead of one. Alex will be a hassle anyways. Do you remember out conversations?"

"Y-yes." She didn't dare to move as she looked at the others. Her back was to Ecklie and she was looking at Nick. The others had stopped fighting finding it to be utterly useless and a waste of energy. But she only had eyes for Nick, wanting his approval. Wanting to know what to do, if she should say yes to wanting to raise the baby herself. "I-I remember … father."

"Lindsey?" Warrick whispered in shock. Ecklie was stroking her thigh and all they could do was watch her fight the urge to fight and cry.

"Will you behave?"

"I … I …" She nodded not able to speak.

"Good. Go to your room." He ordered. The man who had been holding her assisted her to stand. He escorted her up to her room, Ecklie calling one more order to her to remain in her dress.

"What did you do to her?" Grissom hissed out. No reply came only a fun being pointed at Greg who gulped.

"You know, I'm not really sure who to kill first. But what I do know is you will be last Gil. And Sara will live till she gives birth. I guess you have at least nine months of torture to look forward to. My first though was Nick but I really am looking forward to his turn. So why not Warrick, I asked myself. Then I remembered the miserable sap cared so much for Lindsey, well you all do but he truly sees her as a sister. Well torturing him by torturing Lindsey will be so fun, a double win for me. Jim Brass came into mind. Then I realized killing that big bat would be to kind. After all Elle's done half the job for me. Finally I choose Greg."

"You –"

"My turn, Jim." Ecklie smirked walking to Greg till the barrel was between his eyes. Greg began to shake in fear but then Ecklie lowered the gun. "But Catherine has to prove herself some how. Killing Greg would not work for me. But if she did I'd know her loyalty lies with me."

LINDSEY'S ROOM

MIDNIGHT

As soon as she had gotten to her room she had been locked in. Her eyes studied the room. IT was nice, not to big but not to small. There was a king size bed with curtains to go around it, they were pulled back at the moment, two end tables, a chest at the foot of the bed, a large six drawer dresser, another dresser (which was wider and had a large mirror on top of it), a lovely desk (equipped with computer and all), a television stand, and a walk-in closet. All the wood in the room was mahogany and glistened in the light.

The double French door across from her caught her attention. Walking around the bed, which was directly in front of her, she went to the doors. To her surprise the doors were unlocked. Opening them she felt the soft breeze on her skin. Grabbing the light blanket at the end of the bed she wrapped it around herself.

"Not afraid of escape." She noted out loud at seeing how easy it be to run. Standing at the edge of the balcony she looked at her surroundings. There was a pool and a lovely garden maze below her. "Backyard," she laughed realizing there would be no escape.

"I'm not an idiot, despite what you all may think." Ecklie spoke from behind her. His voice didn't surprise her. She doubted anything would anymore. Her eyes continued to stare at the brick wall surrounding the premises. "Cold."

"I've got a blanket don't I?" She replied calmly. When the blanket was snatched from her she wrapped her arms around herself. "Yes. I'm cold."

"Respect is key to survival here." A shiver ran down her spine when his arms wrapped around her. No one could protect her right now. "You seem to want to learn that the hard way."

"My mother would agree." Her voice was hoarse. He tightened his grip on her and she whimpered in both fear and pain.

"Soon your mother will join us. I can feel it."

"She will never say yes." Pushing away from him she walked towards the doors. Before she could enter her room she was pushed the other way. As she hit the balcony wall she began to fall backwards. His hand around her throat prevented her fall.

"You will help convince her." He tightened his grip as she held onto his arm fighting for breath. "Or I will start killing them."

"C-can't …" She couldn't finish her sentence as he tightened his grip.

"The first would be Nicky. I'll put him into the box until he can't scream no more. Then I'll add scorpions, poisonous snakes, spiders. You name it I'll add it. How long do you think he would live? I'd give an hour or less. Though I could always have you shoot him in the heart. After Nick we'll start –"

"Okay." She chocked out. He released her but pulled her to him. Tears streamed down her face. "I'll help."

"Good. I'll begin Nick's turn in the morning."

"No!" She ran at his retreating back. He fell forward onto the bed as she punched at him. "Leave Nick alone."

"You … do … not … have …" He smirked as he got the upper hand. She was pinned her hands at her sides between his legs. HE reached behind her head to undo her hair. When he finished her hair was laying above her head tangled. Lightly he stroked her cheek. Tears streamed down her face ash she felt him getting hard.

"P-please." She begged as he began to move his hands down her body.

"The only reason I haven't used you yet is because that would displease Catherine. But you are making it so hard for me. Every move you make reminds me of her. You even walk like her." His hands stopped at her hips. "Breakfast is at seven. Get some rest."

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