Different tactics
Chapter 13: Sweat
A/N: Don't hate me for this. It had to be done, as it will have significance later in the story
"You've been bad again Nick," Nigel Crane said as he entered Nick's prison. He had a sadistic grin on his face that put Nick immediately on his guard. "You're going to find a very bad punishment now. Take this pill and you'll get your surprise later tonight."
Nick sighed and took the pill. He hoped it was only some kind of sleeping pill and not a drug. He felt his eyes grow heavy and went over to his bed. He was asleep within seconds of lying down.
***Two hours later***
Nick awoke with a small headache, probably an after effect of the pill he figured. He looked around the room and spotted a blanket covering something in a corner. Nick figured it was the surprise Crane had promised for his misbehaving. Nick was scared to look but he had to know what it was.
Slowly he uncovered the blanket to reveal a dead body. The victim's throat was slit, her clothes torn in too many places to count. Nick wouldn't have recognized her if he hadn't loved her.
"Sara!" Nick screamed and collapsed, crying.
Nick awoke covered in sweat. His breaths were coming out in gasps and his pulse was racing. It was only a nightmare. Sara was probably with Greg, hopefully at the hospital. She'd have plenty of people to protect her. Nigel Crane wouldn't get her.
Nick took a few moments before he could calm down. It had seemed so real. If he closed his eyes he could still see her dead, sightless eyes staring back at him. He quickly shoved that thought away. He couldn't think like that. Sara would be fine. He wouldn't let any harm come to her. He loved her too much.
He drew in a shaky breath and got to his feet. He knew he couldn't try to escape in fear of his nightmare coming true but he could find a way to let someone know where his is. For his sake, for Sara's sake, for Greg's sake, for Warrick's sake, for Catherine's sake, for Grissom's sake, he had to let someone know where he was being held. For as long as he was being held captive, no one he knew was safe.
A/N: Don't hate me for this. It had to be done, as it will have significance later in the story
"You've been bad again Nick," Nigel Crane said as he entered Nick's prison. He had a sadistic grin on his face that put Nick immediately on his guard. "You're going to find a very bad punishment now. Take this pill and you'll get your surprise later tonight."
Nick sighed and took the pill. He hoped it was only some kind of sleeping pill and not a drug. He felt his eyes grow heavy and went over to his bed. He was asleep within seconds of lying down.
***Two hours later***
Nick awoke with a small headache, probably an after effect of the pill he figured. He looked around the room and spotted a blanket covering something in a corner. Nick figured it was the surprise Crane had promised for his misbehaving. Nick was scared to look but he had to know what it was.
Slowly he uncovered the blanket to reveal a dead body. The victim's throat was slit, her clothes torn in too many places to count. Nick wouldn't have recognized her if he hadn't loved her.
"Sara!" Nick screamed and collapsed, crying.
Nick awoke covered in sweat. His breaths were coming out in gasps and his pulse was racing. It was only a nightmare. Sara was probably with Greg, hopefully at the hospital. She'd have plenty of people to protect her. Nigel Crane wouldn't get her.
Nick took a few moments before he could calm down. It had seemed so real. If he closed his eyes he could still see her dead, sightless eyes staring back at him. He quickly shoved that thought away. He couldn't think like that. Sara would be fine. He wouldn't let any harm come to her. He loved her too much.
He drew in a shaky breath and got to his feet. He knew he couldn't try to escape in fear of his nightmare coming true but he could find a way to let someone know where his is. For his sake, for Sara's sake, for Greg's sake, for Warrick's sake, for Catherine's sake, for Grissom's sake, he had to let someone know where he was being held. For as long as he was being held captive, no one he knew was safe.