Chapter 7
Disclaimer: see chapter 1
Warrick slowly opened his eyes…He could see nothing. He was lying on something hard by the feel of it. He had cramps all down his back. He tried to lift his head, but he couldn't. He tried to lift his hand but he couldn't do that either. Warrick cursed, breaking the enveloping silence. Slowly, his eyes grew used to the dim surrounding area, and he just about made out a door in one corner, because a filter of light showed at the bottom, and a chair, to his left. His head was pounding from the blows he had taken, and he wondered how long he had been lying here. "Well, he thought to himself, I don't think I'll get out of this one in a hurry". He sank back into uneasy dreams.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Grissom rapped on the door. After hearing endless steps from within, the door was opened by a middle-aged man.
"Whatcha want?" he grunted.
"We're from the Las Vegas crime lab, and we're looking for a Jim Goldfield. He lived here at some point."
"Not anymore." The door was promptly shut in their face.
"Well that was useful." Remarked Sara.
"It was, said Grissom, we now know that Jim Goldfield does not live here any longer."
"Yeah, but we don't know where he does live. I'm going to try again."
This time Sara knocked gently on the door. Again, the man opened it.
"I told you, there ain't no Jim Goldfield living here!"
"I don't think you quite understood our purpose, smiled Sara, looking him up and down. We don't mean to bother you, we just rather urgently need to track down Jim Goldfield."
"Rather urgently, ey?" The man surveyed Sara, shot a look at Grissom and disappeared back into his house. Five minutes later he reappeared with a grimy slip of paper.
"This is the address he left me when he moved."
"Why thank you, you've been of great help."
"Well if that'll be all, I'll wish you good day." And the door snapped shut for the second time.
Sara gave Grissom a little smile of triumph before sauntering back to the car. Grissom couldn't be angry with her, he could only grin sheepishly, what would he have done without her on this case?
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Greg was in his lab, passing another break by himself.
"What's up Greg?" called Nick, entering in a fluster.
"Guess what, he said, not giving any time for Greg to answer, the finger prints from the G. Green in jail match the ones of the casino killer."
"Cool."
"Hey, you haven't seen Warrick have you?"
"Nope, not recently."
"Damn."
Nick left, leaving Greg to stare thoughtfully into space.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Warrick woke up again. He was about to groan, but he suddenly had the intense feeling someone was in the room with him. Instantly his whole body was alert and tense. He heard a low chuckle.
"So, we meet again Brown."
Warrick jumped. It was Him. He tried to speak but something was in his mouth.
"Here, let me help you."
A pale hand leaned over him and took out the cloth.
"Warrick spat at the hand as soon as his mouth was free."
"Tch tch tch, where have your good manners got to?"
"Quit playing games with me Green."
"Oh, are you menacing me?"
"No, stating a fact."
"I quite like this little game, we never played enough in our youth."
"Look, what do you want? Is it money?"
"Of course I want money! What else? Don't flatter yourself, Brown!" and he let out a high pitch cackle.
Warrick shifted uncomfortably. He had dealt with cases before where people had been kept hostage and held for a ransom. Little did he know he was going to be there one day too.
"Want to know how I tracked you down?"
Warrick ignored him. Now was not the time to get side tracked, he tried to concentrate on everything he'd learnt, all the ways to trick a bully, which Green still was.
Suddenly a spasm of pain passed through his body, but he didn't know how, Green hadn't touched him.
"Yes Brown, that's what happens when you don't pay attention."
"We're not kids anymore Green."
"Which makes it more fun."
What would the rest of the team be doing now? Sara and Grissom would be trying to find out more from the casino owner, Nick would be dealing with the handprints and Catherine was probably with Nick. He had to keep thinking about them to keep him sane. If he thought more clearly about where he was, who he was with, he might as well give up all hope.
"Thinking about your little buddies are you?"
Warrick was surprised that Green knew him that well.
"Yes, I'm missing my shift."
"You don't know that. It might be morning. It might be the day shift now, not the night shift. You might be sleeping soundly in your apartment only to be woken in four and a half hours time by an alarm clock that says "Another fifteen hours 'til you're back here buddy!"
"You been spying on me?!"
"Not exactly no. I thought you'd be flattered that someone is taking so much interest in you.
"You just said you're in this for the money."
"Oh very good. You are paying better attention now."
"You got some food? I'm starving!"
"Not so fast. Manners please."
"You got some food…please? Come on Green, why are you acting so strange?"
"Maybe I've decided to take the right path in life now."
"Forgotten about holding me ransom here, have you?"
"Don't play smart ass with me, Brown. After all this is finished, then I will."
Warrick raised his eyebrows. He didn't like the sound of that. Finished? Was that him he was talking about?
Green let out another low chuckle, probably sensing Warrick's angst.
They lapsed into silence, but nothing else. Whatever happens, he thought, he must not fall asleep again, and be so vulnerable. He stared at the ceiling, but couldn't see anything that would help him escape.
"Oh don't worry, there's no way to escape, it's quite fool proof." Croaked Green.
"I am not a fool."
"Picky picky."
Warrick's anger flared up again but subsided, he should keep it for later.
"You know what I mean, Brown, why on earth did you go to a deserted apartment block, late at night, what's more, on your own?"
"You knew I would."
"Course I did! But did you?"
Warrick did not want to answer that. He thought over for the first time what he had done, and where it had brought him. Green had laid a trap, and like a mouse, he had fallen right into it. He knew he should have gone there with someone but somehow, he'd wanted to face Green, for he knew he'd inevitably come into contact with Green, alone. Male pride he supposed.
"Male pride, Warrick?"
It was the first time he had used his first name. Warrick didn't like it. How did Green know what he was thinking?
"You're very predictable." Said Green, as if in answer to his question.
Warrick decided not to say anything else, for who knows what things this man would pick up on
"I'll leave you along now, Brown, don't worry I'll be back soon."
"Take your time!"
Green got up, opened the door an inch, so as to conceal as much as he could about the place Warrick was from him, and shut the door.
He locked it twice.
What do you think? Comments or suggestions gladly accepted.
Disclaimer: see chapter 1
Warrick slowly opened his eyes…He could see nothing. He was lying on something hard by the feel of it. He had cramps all down his back. He tried to lift his head, but he couldn't. He tried to lift his hand but he couldn't do that either. Warrick cursed, breaking the enveloping silence. Slowly, his eyes grew used to the dim surrounding area, and he just about made out a door in one corner, because a filter of light showed at the bottom, and a chair, to his left. His head was pounding from the blows he had taken, and he wondered how long he had been lying here. "Well, he thought to himself, I don't think I'll get out of this one in a hurry". He sank back into uneasy dreams.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Grissom rapped on the door. After hearing endless steps from within, the door was opened by a middle-aged man.
"Whatcha want?" he grunted.
"We're from the Las Vegas crime lab, and we're looking for a Jim Goldfield. He lived here at some point."
"Not anymore." The door was promptly shut in their face.
"Well that was useful." Remarked Sara.
"It was, said Grissom, we now know that Jim Goldfield does not live here any longer."
"Yeah, but we don't know where he does live. I'm going to try again."
This time Sara knocked gently on the door. Again, the man opened it.
"I told you, there ain't no Jim Goldfield living here!"
"I don't think you quite understood our purpose, smiled Sara, looking him up and down. We don't mean to bother you, we just rather urgently need to track down Jim Goldfield."
"Rather urgently, ey?" The man surveyed Sara, shot a look at Grissom and disappeared back into his house. Five minutes later he reappeared with a grimy slip of paper.
"This is the address he left me when he moved."
"Why thank you, you've been of great help."
"Well if that'll be all, I'll wish you good day." And the door snapped shut for the second time.
Sara gave Grissom a little smile of triumph before sauntering back to the car. Grissom couldn't be angry with her, he could only grin sheepishly, what would he have done without her on this case?
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Greg was in his lab, passing another break by himself.
"What's up Greg?" called Nick, entering in a fluster.
"Guess what, he said, not giving any time for Greg to answer, the finger prints from the G. Green in jail match the ones of the casino killer."
"Cool."
"Hey, you haven't seen Warrick have you?"
"Nope, not recently."
"Damn."
Nick left, leaving Greg to stare thoughtfully into space.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Warrick woke up again. He was about to groan, but he suddenly had the intense feeling someone was in the room with him. Instantly his whole body was alert and tense. He heard a low chuckle.
"So, we meet again Brown."
Warrick jumped. It was Him. He tried to speak but something was in his mouth.
"Here, let me help you."
A pale hand leaned over him and took out the cloth.
"Warrick spat at the hand as soon as his mouth was free."
"Tch tch tch, where have your good manners got to?"
"Quit playing games with me Green."
"Oh, are you menacing me?"
"No, stating a fact."
"I quite like this little game, we never played enough in our youth."
"Look, what do you want? Is it money?"
"Of course I want money! What else? Don't flatter yourself, Brown!" and he let out a high pitch cackle.
Warrick shifted uncomfortably. He had dealt with cases before where people had been kept hostage and held for a ransom. Little did he know he was going to be there one day too.
"Want to know how I tracked you down?"
Warrick ignored him. Now was not the time to get side tracked, he tried to concentrate on everything he'd learnt, all the ways to trick a bully, which Green still was.
Suddenly a spasm of pain passed through his body, but he didn't know how, Green hadn't touched him.
"Yes Brown, that's what happens when you don't pay attention."
"We're not kids anymore Green."
"Which makes it more fun."
What would the rest of the team be doing now? Sara and Grissom would be trying to find out more from the casino owner, Nick would be dealing with the handprints and Catherine was probably with Nick. He had to keep thinking about them to keep him sane. If he thought more clearly about where he was, who he was with, he might as well give up all hope.
"Thinking about your little buddies are you?"
Warrick was surprised that Green knew him that well.
"Yes, I'm missing my shift."
"You don't know that. It might be morning. It might be the day shift now, not the night shift. You might be sleeping soundly in your apartment only to be woken in four and a half hours time by an alarm clock that says "Another fifteen hours 'til you're back here buddy!"
"You been spying on me?!"
"Not exactly no. I thought you'd be flattered that someone is taking so much interest in you.
"You just said you're in this for the money."
"Oh very good. You are paying better attention now."
"You got some food? I'm starving!"
"Not so fast. Manners please."
"You got some food…please? Come on Green, why are you acting so strange?"
"Maybe I've decided to take the right path in life now."
"Forgotten about holding me ransom here, have you?"
"Don't play smart ass with me, Brown. After all this is finished, then I will."
Warrick raised his eyebrows. He didn't like the sound of that. Finished? Was that him he was talking about?
Green let out another low chuckle, probably sensing Warrick's angst.
They lapsed into silence, but nothing else. Whatever happens, he thought, he must not fall asleep again, and be so vulnerable. He stared at the ceiling, but couldn't see anything that would help him escape.
"Oh don't worry, there's no way to escape, it's quite fool proof." Croaked Green.
"I am not a fool."
"Picky picky."
Warrick's anger flared up again but subsided, he should keep it for later.
"You know what I mean, Brown, why on earth did you go to a deserted apartment block, late at night, what's more, on your own?"
"You knew I would."
"Course I did! But did you?"
Warrick did not want to answer that. He thought over for the first time what he had done, and where it had brought him. Green had laid a trap, and like a mouse, he had fallen right into it. He knew he should have gone there with someone but somehow, he'd wanted to face Green, for he knew he'd inevitably come into contact with Green, alone. Male pride he supposed.
"Male pride, Warrick?"
It was the first time he had used his first name. Warrick didn't like it. How did Green know what he was thinking?
"You're very predictable." Said Green, as if in answer to his question.
Warrick decided not to say anything else, for who knows what things this man would pick up on
"I'll leave you along now, Brown, don't worry I'll be back soon."
"Take your time!"
Green got up, opened the door an inch, so as to conceal as much as he could about the place Warrick was from him, and shut the door.
He locked it twice.
What do you think? Comments or suggestions gladly accepted.