Thank you once again for the reviews I'm really chuffed that you like my
writing! Lets hope this chapter doesn't disappoint. Chapter 3.
Chapter 3.
"Yes Greg?" Grissom looked quizzically at the young lab tech hoping that the young man's running efforts, displayed by the boy's heavy breathing and red face, were about to pay off.
"I. have .News." Greg proclaimed between breaths.
"Greg what have you been doing?"
"Looking for you!"
"Well I was right here!"
"You think?" The lab tech replied sarcastically.
"So what's the news? Have we got a lead?"
"We've got more than that. I found out who our kidnapper is and trust me your not going to believe who it is."
Grissom stared wide-eyed at Greg and finally appreciating he'd captured the attention of the two peers he had beside him, Greg continued. "Eddie."
"You're joking?" Grissom exploded.
"I wish I was. I tried to find a match in AFIS just as normal and his name popped up."
"But why? He shouldn't be on AFIS should he?" Grissom's mind suddenly clouded with confusion.
"That's what I thought so I checked up on him. It's really not good news Grissom."
"What has he done exactly?" Grissom braced himself for the news whilst glancing quickly at Brass who remained quiet in one of the leather armchairs. Something told Grissom his news wasn't going to be good either.
"Attempted sexual assault."
Grissom let his head fall into his hands and rested his elbows on the table to steady himself. They needed to find Catherine and the sooner the better before that monster could do anything to her.
"Brass what's your news?"
"I just had a call from a uniform. They've recovered an SUV and the interior is nearly completely covered in blood. The local tow company are bringing it here now." Once again Grissom let his head fall into his hands and rubbed his temples gently. Where are you Catherine?
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Just as Warrick left the changing rooms Nick entered, a determined look on his face. Warrick too submerged in his own thinking ignored the look and continued his way out of the locker rooms. It was his job to meet the guy from the tow company bringing over Catherine's SUV he didn't want to miss it, he owed Catherine that. Nick wandered over to where Sara was seated next to her locker and plonked himself down next to her.
"If I didn't know you any better I'd say you were avoiding me." Nick tried to make light of their situation but no matter how hard he tried it still felt awkward.
"I am avoiding you." Sara hoisted herself up form the bench and moved closer to her locker. She hadn't intended her words to be harsh and yet she couldn't help but refrain from letting them sting Nick.
"Well can we at least talk about the other night?"
"There's nothing left to say. At work I'll play along with how we used to be but that's all it is, it's a pretence Nick. I don't want anything else from you and in return don't ever expect anything from me."
"Well at least let me explain before you jump to conclusions!" Nick protested letting his voice rise considerably.
"Go for it." Sara turned around and folded her arms over her chest. "I'm dying to hear why you don't want to sleep with me."
"Is that what this is all about? Just because I wouldn't jump into bed with you at the first chance I got? I thought you knew me better than that Sara."
"Well, What did I do wrong? I mean you were kissing me and then you basically threw me out of your house! From that I would say it's blatantly obvious that you're not interested!"
"I. I."
"Well Nick spit it out."
"I don't have to justify myself to you Sara. I'm sorry if I hurt you but do you know what? Think what you want to because if you don't understand this then you won't understand my reasoning for not sleeping with you." At this he turned on his heels and stomped out of the door. The rejection and the conflicting emotions of the last few minutes flooded over Sara. Throwing her hairbrush back into her locker she settled back down on the bench and began to cry.
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"Mr. Briggs I assume?" Warrick offered a hand to the elderly man from the tow company and in return the man shook it.
"You assume correctly. And you are?"
"I'm Warrick Brown," Retrieving his hand he now took the clipboard and forms that Mr. Briggs was offering forward to him.
"Could you sign at the bottom please Mr. Brown unfortunately I've got quite a few jobs tonight."
"You work nights?" Warrick's curiosity got the better of him. "Yeah Las Vegas is the City that never sleeps and so neither does the tow company." Warrick smiled at the friendliness of the older man and signed the form. Turning to face the SUV which up until now he'd avoided he drew in a sharp intake of air. He could see from 20 metres away that the description of the interior of the SUV had been no exaggeration. Suddenly Warrick's heart fell. No one could survive losing that much blood, if it was all Catherine's then she was dead, there was no two ways about it.
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Greg was checking his results for the fourth time on Grissom's orders and was unsurprised to find the same result kept churning out over and over again. Eddie. What did he want with Catherine? Greg couldn't believe the stupidity of his own question. It was obvious what Eddie wanted. Revenge. And you didn't have to be a CSI to figure that one out. After running the test for the fourth time Greg stopped. He knew the results weren't going to be any different and that this was an inefficient use of his time. Catherine's SUV had come in and Warrick was probably working on it now. Greg decided to go down and offer his services after all every little helps. He hoped that Eddie was as dumb as he looked and had left enough evidence behind to lead them to Catherine. If not, it was back to square one.
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She woke up in the dark room, groggy and deceptively alone. The darkness held the figure of her kidnapper but still suffering from the affects of the earlier drug she had been subjected to Catherine was unaware of this fact. The only light that projected into the room was that of an overhead skylight which, conveniently had been covered with a dark sheet. She was lying on the floor her arms and legs tied together and her mind unable to process where she was or what she was doing here.
She wanted to yell out for help but found herself to be gagged. Her mouth she deduced had been covered earlier with tape as the skin around her mouth stung. She tried to get up from the floor but found that her limbs wouldn't work and further concluded this was due to the earlier drugging. She felt weak and weary and desperately wanted to fall asleep but knew this was a bad idea. She needed to figure out where she was and find someway of getting out of here. Wriggling around trying to free her hands she heard footsteps. Suddenly her heart stopped and her breathing ceased. Every muscle stopped moving.
Unexpectedly, someone grabbed her head from behind and brought it up from the floor. Now facing towards what she presumed was the ceiling she saw the silhouette through the darkness. "Hello Catherine." The whisper made her nauseous and immediately she recognised the voice. She mumbled his name into her gag but it prevented her from releasing his name into the tense atmosphere. Suddenly her captor rolled her over onto her back and straddled over her. Undoing her shirt buttons with aggression she tried to resist but knew how helpless she was. Still she continued to fight until he hit her over the head with something. Feeling the white hot pain spread through her temple and then course down her neck, she passed out.
Satisfied with just scaring her for now he got up off the floor and retreated to his watching place on a chair placed in the corner of the room out of sight, lost in the shadows. He smirked to himself. No one would find them here, not even her CSI buddies. Suddenly, angry at the thought of her colleagues he moved back over to the listless body of his ex-wife on the floor.
Taking a flashlight out from his pocket he flicked on the tunnel of light. Focusing the beam on her head he noticed she was bleeding heavily. Once again he kneeled down over her and ripped her shirt open and undid her trousers. He didn't have to do anything his contentment rested on the fact she'd think he had. Flicking the light off and returning it to his pocket he found his way back over to his chair. Lighting a cigarette he puffed lightly and stared obsessively at Catherine. He was going to enjoy every single second of making her suffer and he knew her friends back at the lab could do nothing to help her.
TBC.
Chapter 3.
"Yes Greg?" Grissom looked quizzically at the young lab tech hoping that the young man's running efforts, displayed by the boy's heavy breathing and red face, were about to pay off.
"I. have .News." Greg proclaimed between breaths.
"Greg what have you been doing?"
"Looking for you!"
"Well I was right here!"
"You think?" The lab tech replied sarcastically.
"So what's the news? Have we got a lead?"
"We've got more than that. I found out who our kidnapper is and trust me your not going to believe who it is."
Grissom stared wide-eyed at Greg and finally appreciating he'd captured the attention of the two peers he had beside him, Greg continued. "Eddie."
"You're joking?" Grissom exploded.
"I wish I was. I tried to find a match in AFIS just as normal and his name popped up."
"But why? He shouldn't be on AFIS should he?" Grissom's mind suddenly clouded with confusion.
"That's what I thought so I checked up on him. It's really not good news Grissom."
"What has he done exactly?" Grissom braced himself for the news whilst glancing quickly at Brass who remained quiet in one of the leather armchairs. Something told Grissom his news wasn't going to be good either.
"Attempted sexual assault."
Grissom let his head fall into his hands and rested his elbows on the table to steady himself. They needed to find Catherine and the sooner the better before that monster could do anything to her.
"Brass what's your news?"
"I just had a call from a uniform. They've recovered an SUV and the interior is nearly completely covered in blood. The local tow company are bringing it here now." Once again Grissom let his head fall into his hands and rubbed his temples gently. Where are you Catherine?
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Just as Warrick left the changing rooms Nick entered, a determined look on his face. Warrick too submerged in his own thinking ignored the look and continued his way out of the locker rooms. It was his job to meet the guy from the tow company bringing over Catherine's SUV he didn't want to miss it, he owed Catherine that. Nick wandered over to where Sara was seated next to her locker and plonked himself down next to her.
"If I didn't know you any better I'd say you were avoiding me." Nick tried to make light of their situation but no matter how hard he tried it still felt awkward.
"I am avoiding you." Sara hoisted herself up form the bench and moved closer to her locker. She hadn't intended her words to be harsh and yet she couldn't help but refrain from letting them sting Nick.
"Well can we at least talk about the other night?"
"There's nothing left to say. At work I'll play along with how we used to be but that's all it is, it's a pretence Nick. I don't want anything else from you and in return don't ever expect anything from me."
"Well at least let me explain before you jump to conclusions!" Nick protested letting his voice rise considerably.
"Go for it." Sara turned around and folded her arms over her chest. "I'm dying to hear why you don't want to sleep with me."
"Is that what this is all about? Just because I wouldn't jump into bed with you at the first chance I got? I thought you knew me better than that Sara."
"Well, What did I do wrong? I mean you were kissing me and then you basically threw me out of your house! From that I would say it's blatantly obvious that you're not interested!"
"I. I."
"Well Nick spit it out."
"I don't have to justify myself to you Sara. I'm sorry if I hurt you but do you know what? Think what you want to because if you don't understand this then you won't understand my reasoning for not sleeping with you." At this he turned on his heels and stomped out of the door. The rejection and the conflicting emotions of the last few minutes flooded over Sara. Throwing her hairbrush back into her locker she settled back down on the bench and began to cry.
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"Mr. Briggs I assume?" Warrick offered a hand to the elderly man from the tow company and in return the man shook it.
"You assume correctly. And you are?"
"I'm Warrick Brown," Retrieving his hand he now took the clipboard and forms that Mr. Briggs was offering forward to him.
"Could you sign at the bottom please Mr. Brown unfortunately I've got quite a few jobs tonight."
"You work nights?" Warrick's curiosity got the better of him. "Yeah Las Vegas is the City that never sleeps and so neither does the tow company." Warrick smiled at the friendliness of the older man and signed the form. Turning to face the SUV which up until now he'd avoided he drew in a sharp intake of air. He could see from 20 metres away that the description of the interior of the SUV had been no exaggeration. Suddenly Warrick's heart fell. No one could survive losing that much blood, if it was all Catherine's then she was dead, there was no two ways about it.
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Greg was checking his results for the fourth time on Grissom's orders and was unsurprised to find the same result kept churning out over and over again. Eddie. What did he want with Catherine? Greg couldn't believe the stupidity of his own question. It was obvious what Eddie wanted. Revenge. And you didn't have to be a CSI to figure that one out. After running the test for the fourth time Greg stopped. He knew the results weren't going to be any different and that this was an inefficient use of his time. Catherine's SUV had come in and Warrick was probably working on it now. Greg decided to go down and offer his services after all every little helps. He hoped that Eddie was as dumb as he looked and had left enough evidence behind to lead them to Catherine. If not, it was back to square one.
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She woke up in the dark room, groggy and deceptively alone. The darkness held the figure of her kidnapper but still suffering from the affects of the earlier drug she had been subjected to Catherine was unaware of this fact. The only light that projected into the room was that of an overhead skylight which, conveniently had been covered with a dark sheet. She was lying on the floor her arms and legs tied together and her mind unable to process where she was or what she was doing here.
She wanted to yell out for help but found herself to be gagged. Her mouth she deduced had been covered earlier with tape as the skin around her mouth stung. She tried to get up from the floor but found that her limbs wouldn't work and further concluded this was due to the earlier drugging. She felt weak and weary and desperately wanted to fall asleep but knew this was a bad idea. She needed to figure out where she was and find someway of getting out of here. Wriggling around trying to free her hands she heard footsteps. Suddenly her heart stopped and her breathing ceased. Every muscle stopped moving.
Unexpectedly, someone grabbed her head from behind and brought it up from the floor. Now facing towards what she presumed was the ceiling she saw the silhouette through the darkness. "Hello Catherine." The whisper made her nauseous and immediately she recognised the voice. She mumbled his name into her gag but it prevented her from releasing his name into the tense atmosphere. Suddenly her captor rolled her over onto her back and straddled over her. Undoing her shirt buttons with aggression she tried to resist but knew how helpless she was. Still she continued to fight until he hit her over the head with something. Feeling the white hot pain spread through her temple and then course down her neck, she passed out.
Satisfied with just scaring her for now he got up off the floor and retreated to his watching place on a chair placed in the corner of the room out of sight, lost in the shadows. He smirked to himself. No one would find them here, not even her CSI buddies. Suddenly, angry at the thought of her colleagues he moved back over to the listless body of his ex-wife on the floor.
Taking a flashlight out from his pocket he flicked on the tunnel of light. Focusing the beam on her head he noticed she was bleeding heavily. Once again he kneeled down over her and ripped her shirt open and undid her trousers. He didn't have to do anything his contentment rested on the fact she'd think he had. Flicking the light off and returning it to his pocket he found his way back over to his chair. Lighting a cigarette he puffed lightly and stared obsessively at Catherine. He was going to enjoy every single second of making her suffer and he knew her friends back at the lab could do nothing to help her.
TBC.