Disclaimer: Wish it were mine. How I envy the people at CBS.
SNOW DAY!!!! YES!!! I'm posting 2 chapters today as I promised and I expect also to Jane Doe's delight.
I would like to say thanks for the reviews but there are not enough people who want a pairing. (sorry) but if you really want one I can finish this story and re-write it to include a Nick/Sara. Only if you really want it!
A note from last chapter: I think I mislead you in my description on how Sara was being held captive. She is almost hung from the ceiling with her feet just barely touching the floor. Kinda think of Princess Lea when Jabba the Hutt captured her. Ya know with all the chains? Ok?
Chapter 4: The Disturbance
Sara recognized the voice she heard behind her. She knew who it was and could barely believe it, but if it was him, why would he do this to her? Sara knew that he was not capable of doing this, or at least that is what she thought before this happened. She just didn't want it to be him.
"How do you like your new room? I picked it out myself out of all the other rooms in my house. I thought it would be perfect for us for the night."
Sara tried to curse back at him but still couldn't with the gag in her mouth. She started to rattle the chains that kept her captive.
"Would you like to speak? I don't know if I should take that out of your mouth yet."
Sara shivered as she felt his cold and clammy hand ran down her back. All she wanted was to get out of here. To leave this place behind.
"I do hope you like your new outfit. I found it in a Victoria's Secret catalog. Ever since then, whenever I saw you, I pictured you in this. Now I made my fantasy come true. Or at least part of it."
What was he talking about?
He walked from behind her and looked into her eyes. She peered back into his. All she saw there was hatred. Not just any hatred, but a burning one for her. She was afraid, more so than all of the times she had looked down barrels of guns that were pointed at her head combined. What had she ever done to him to deserve this?
He walked back behind her.
"All this misery you have put me through for all these months is coming back at you all tonight. It will show you what a thick-headed, married to work, little bitch you are!"
Then she felt a sharp pain tear across her back. She tried to let out a scream but no sound left her mouth. Tears that she had been holding back were now coming freely. Her breaths became heavy.
"Don't cry Sara. I know you are strong enough not too. After all I had to knock you out using crowbar because the chloroform had little effect on you."
She continued.
"I said stop!"
Sara again felt the pain on her back, but this time it came twice. She tried to scream again.
"I'll be back later. Lets see if you will cooperate then."
The door closed and he was gone. Sara's tears ran freely as she hoped that the team would find her soon, or she might not survive the night. Suddenly all of the pain she had been feeling overcame her. Her head drooped to her chest and the blackness swept over.
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Back at the lab Catherine was stirring from her sleep. She woke to find herself lying on the couch in the break room, and noticed Warrick sitting in a chair beside her, watching the news. Last thing she remembered was being as Sara's house watching Grissom inspect the blood that she found. He pulled out something from the middle of it. Oh, no.
"Sara!"
Catherine's whole body shot off the couch as she remembered what happened. Warrick jumped up.
"Cath, it's ok. Clam down or you'll hurt yourself."
"How did I get here?"
"You fainted after you saw Grissom pull out the hair." Warrick spoke softly. "I need to call him and tell him your ok." He pulled out his phone and dialed Grissom's cell.
"Grissom"
"Hey it's Warrick. Catherine's awake. What do you want us to do?"
"Stay there and wait for a call from Brass. The cops are out searching for Sara's car. I need you to go out and take care of that when he calls. Bring Catherine too if you think she will be-". Grissom stopped. Warrick could hear Nick's faint voice over the phone calling Grissom. "I have got to go. Call me if they find the car."
Grissom hung up his phone and headed up the stairs. He saw Nick in a doorway down the hall, and walked over. Nick looked shaken up. His face was pale, mouth gaped, and eyes wide open.
"What's wrong?" asked Grissom as he looked into the bathroom.
"Be-behind the curtain." whispered Nick
Grissom looked at his CSI in a look of confusion. He walked into the bathroom and peered behind the curtain. There, on the tile, was a message written in red.
'She will live as my slave until she dies!'
Grissom gave an involuntary shudder. He could only imagine what the word 'slave' would imply. He turned to face Nick. The two of them knew no good could come of this.
"Nick, if you can, I need you take pictures and collect samples. Then take everything out of the bathroom. We need to find out what was used to write this."
Nick nodded. He never remembered Grissom like this. He was serious all the time but something in his eyes was different, but he could not figure out what. Grissom slowly exited the bathroom and went downstairs to finish what he started.
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Ok well not as much of a cliffhanger this chapter and sorry it is a bit short, but I'm going to post the next one sometime today.
Will they find her car? What was used to write the message? Who kidnapped Sara?
Stay tuned..
SNOW DAY!!!! YES!!! I'm posting 2 chapters today as I promised and I expect also to Jane Doe's delight.
I would like to say thanks for the reviews but there are not enough people who want a pairing. (sorry) but if you really want one I can finish this story and re-write it to include a Nick/Sara. Only if you really want it!
A note from last chapter: I think I mislead you in my description on how Sara was being held captive. She is almost hung from the ceiling with her feet just barely touching the floor. Kinda think of Princess Lea when Jabba the Hutt captured her. Ya know with all the chains? Ok?
Chapter 4: The Disturbance
Sara recognized the voice she heard behind her. She knew who it was and could barely believe it, but if it was him, why would he do this to her? Sara knew that he was not capable of doing this, or at least that is what she thought before this happened. She just didn't want it to be him.
"How do you like your new room? I picked it out myself out of all the other rooms in my house. I thought it would be perfect for us for the night."
Sara tried to curse back at him but still couldn't with the gag in her mouth. She started to rattle the chains that kept her captive.
"Would you like to speak? I don't know if I should take that out of your mouth yet."
Sara shivered as she felt his cold and clammy hand ran down her back. All she wanted was to get out of here. To leave this place behind.
"I do hope you like your new outfit. I found it in a Victoria's Secret catalog. Ever since then, whenever I saw you, I pictured you in this. Now I made my fantasy come true. Or at least part of it."
What was he talking about?
He walked from behind her and looked into her eyes. She peered back into his. All she saw there was hatred. Not just any hatred, but a burning one for her. She was afraid, more so than all of the times she had looked down barrels of guns that were pointed at her head combined. What had she ever done to him to deserve this?
He walked back behind her.
"All this misery you have put me through for all these months is coming back at you all tonight. It will show you what a thick-headed, married to work, little bitch you are!"
Then she felt a sharp pain tear across her back. She tried to let out a scream but no sound left her mouth. Tears that she had been holding back were now coming freely. Her breaths became heavy.
"Don't cry Sara. I know you are strong enough not too. After all I had to knock you out using crowbar because the chloroform had little effect on you."
She continued.
"I said stop!"
Sara again felt the pain on her back, but this time it came twice. She tried to scream again.
"I'll be back later. Lets see if you will cooperate then."
The door closed and he was gone. Sara's tears ran freely as she hoped that the team would find her soon, or she might not survive the night. Suddenly all of the pain she had been feeling overcame her. Her head drooped to her chest and the blackness swept over.
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Back at the lab Catherine was stirring from her sleep. She woke to find herself lying on the couch in the break room, and noticed Warrick sitting in a chair beside her, watching the news. Last thing she remembered was being as Sara's house watching Grissom inspect the blood that she found. He pulled out something from the middle of it. Oh, no.
"Sara!"
Catherine's whole body shot off the couch as she remembered what happened. Warrick jumped up.
"Cath, it's ok. Clam down or you'll hurt yourself."
"How did I get here?"
"You fainted after you saw Grissom pull out the hair." Warrick spoke softly. "I need to call him and tell him your ok." He pulled out his phone and dialed Grissom's cell.
"Grissom"
"Hey it's Warrick. Catherine's awake. What do you want us to do?"
"Stay there and wait for a call from Brass. The cops are out searching for Sara's car. I need you to go out and take care of that when he calls. Bring Catherine too if you think she will be-". Grissom stopped. Warrick could hear Nick's faint voice over the phone calling Grissom. "I have got to go. Call me if they find the car."
Grissom hung up his phone and headed up the stairs. He saw Nick in a doorway down the hall, and walked over. Nick looked shaken up. His face was pale, mouth gaped, and eyes wide open.
"What's wrong?" asked Grissom as he looked into the bathroom.
"Be-behind the curtain." whispered Nick
Grissom looked at his CSI in a look of confusion. He walked into the bathroom and peered behind the curtain. There, on the tile, was a message written in red.
'She will live as my slave until she dies!'
Grissom gave an involuntary shudder. He could only imagine what the word 'slave' would imply. He turned to face Nick. The two of them knew no good could come of this.
"Nick, if you can, I need you take pictures and collect samples. Then take everything out of the bathroom. We need to find out what was used to write this."
Nick nodded. He never remembered Grissom like this. He was serious all the time but something in his eyes was different, but he could not figure out what. Grissom slowly exited the bathroom and went downstairs to finish what he started.
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Ok well not as much of a cliffhanger this chapter and sorry it is a bit short, but I'm going to post the next one sometime today.
Will they find her car? What was used to write the message? Who kidnapped Sara?
Stay tuned..