Consciousness slowly came to Grissom. He was only aware of two things at first. That his head ached something fierce, and that wherever he was, that it was damn cold. Then, he remembered Kali McIntyre… she had a gun, shot him. But hell was supposed to be hot, so he couldn't be dead.
Painfully, he opened his eyes. He was still inside his house, but was lying on the cold floor. His wrists and ankles were tightly bound. He raised his head a millimeter, and noticed the front of his shirt had a charred look to it. Electrical discharge. She had used a stun gun, not a revolver.
He heard light footsteps, and quickly closed his eyes, pretending to still be unconscious.
"I know you're awake Mr. Grissom. I was standing in the doorway, watching you." her voice was flat, devoid of any emotion.
Okay. So that wasn't going to work. Grissom opened his eyes, and stared up into her cold face. "So, what are you planning on doing?"
She smiled now, a unsettling thing, for it was not a pleasant smile. It was demonic, for a unholy, almost evil gleam had came into her clear blue eyes.
"See, I read the coroner's report. I know what happened to my baby. So, I'm going to do the same thing to you." she said smoothly, almost in a sing-song sort of way
She went behind his sofa, and picked up a… sledgehammer? This wasn't looking very good.
"Let's see. My Candice had a broken arm. So, hold still, this might sting a little." she said, giggling as she rotated her arms, and brought the hammer down on Grissom's right arm with a sickening crunch.
Grissom closed his eyes as the violent wave of pain shot up from his arm. He thought he might've have screamed.
"Same thing with the foot."
Again, the hammer swung down, and with deadly precision, shattered the delicate bones of Grissom's foot. This time, he thought, he definitely screamed.
Finally, Kali sat the hammer down. She stood for a moment, admiring her handiwork. Then she frowned, checking her watch. "Better hurry."
She disappeared from the living room, Grissom swallowed, the sharp, stabbing pain threatening to make him black out. He shook his head, trying to ward it off. He had to get out of here. He was still trying to clear his head, when Kali returned as quickly as she had left. With a razor sharp kitchen knife in her hand.