~Warrick~
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Warrick had long since been blindfolded. He couldn't see a damn thing, so he remembered little about the past couple hours. He was also sick to his stomach, and that really didn't help much. It didn't help at all. Warrick was lost in his thoughts.
"Get in the fuckin' car!" the now familiar voice yelled at Warrick, shaking him out of his reverie. The voice sounded very low, like a man's, and it scared the shit out of Warrick. He tried to do his best at getting into the car, but he stumbled for the lack of sight. "Jesus. They really need to teach you cops how to walk," the voice taunted.
Warrick sat in the backseat of what felt like a very unkempt car. He was very uncomfortable. In addition to his blindfold, Warrick's was in a straightjacket, and his ankles were bound so that he could only walk by taking little baby steps. He was gagged too.
Warrick felt and heard the car start. The vibration was somewhat of a comfort to him, and he liked that. This was about the fifth time he was being taken somewhere. Maybe more. He had been in and out of consciousness the whole time, so he really had no idea.
They were on the road awhile when the voice spoke. "You will do as you're told when we get out, or I'll shoot. You hear?" The voice pause as if waiting for a response and listened to Warrick's muffled breathing. "Good. I'm glad you understand that I'll blow your brains away if you do so much and put one toe out of line." Then the voice left Warrick to his thoughts again.
~*~*~*~*~*~
It all started in the evening when Warrick was just getting up. He had a huge headache, he felt weak, and nauseous. He got up and stumbled out of bed. He soon realized that he couldn't walk without falling over, so he went back to his bed and got in it again. He had to call in sick today, no doubt about it.
He reached out for his phone on his nightstand. He picked it up and could barely dial the numbers, let alone say he was sick. On his third try, he finally got the lab. He told Grissom that he wasn't coming with little success, but Grissom seemed to get the idea. He said that for Warrick to rest and stay in bed. Warrick thanked him and hung up.
Warrick felt like he needed to hurl and he didn't want to do it in is bed, or over the side of it on the floor. The bathroom was only a couple steps away, so he got up and leaned on the wall for support. When he was about halfway there, he felt a sharp, piercing pain in his side. He looked down and saw a little red dart for just a split second. Then he blacked out.
When he woke up, he was bound and blindfolded. The gag came later. "What's going on?" he asked in surprise. It also felt like he wasn't in his house any more, and he definitely didn't feel the comfort of his bed. He could also taste the taste of medicine, which someone had to give him because he didn't do it himself.
"You'd shut the hell up if you knew what's good for ya," said the voice. This was the first time he had ever heard it. It was going to become his only company in the hours ahead, if you counted it as company. Warrick tried to make conversation only once more, but he realized it was the person who the voice belonged to that bound him and brought him here.
Warrick was forced to sit in the corner wherever they were at. He tried on numerous occasions to get out of his bindings, but it was futile. The ropes and the straightjacket were no match for him. It seemed that whoever was doing this had done it before.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Warrick returned to the present in the car. He wondered what was going on now with his co-workers. He had heard the voice say once that he left a ransom note back at the lab. Had they found it yet? If yes, did they regard it as a joke, or did they take it seriously? Only God could give him that answer right now, but God really didn't seem to be on his side tonight. Not at all.
Warrick drifted in and out of sleep in the car. He was really tired from the events of the past few hours.
This was definitely the longest ride so far he decided. Warrick sat back and wondered where they were going and where they had gone. This amused him for a while. Then he fell asleep again.
Warrick was suddenly jerked awake by the lack of vibration in the car. They had stopped and were probably getting out soon.
Just as he had thought, the voice ordered him out of the car. "C'mon and get out of the damn car already," it said to him. Warrick really didn't want to get out, but the had to. This time he tried to get out, but he tripped over his binding around his ankles and fell flat on his face. He could taste blood seeping in his mouth, and he could feel the cold pavement against his face.
He lay there for just a second thinking that he could lay here for an hour or two. It felt that good. Before he knew what was happening, though, he felt hands beneath him. With amazing strength, the two hands picked him up. Warrick was on his own two feet again wishing he was back on the ground.
"It'll soon be over boy once I get my money. Then I'm headed to Mexico," the voice said. This for Warrick was the most reassuring thing that he had ever said, as it was the only thing. As for Warrick, he was willing to give everything he owned to get out of this mess and be back in the world as he knew it.
To Be Continued.
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If this sucks, please tell me. I have room for improvement. I'll try to get a new chapter up soon. Please R&R! Thanks! ~Mel
Warrick had long since been blindfolded. He couldn't see a damn thing, so he remembered little about the past couple hours. He was also sick to his stomach, and that really didn't help much. It didn't help at all. Warrick was lost in his thoughts.
"Get in the fuckin' car!" the now familiar voice yelled at Warrick, shaking him out of his reverie. The voice sounded very low, like a man's, and it scared the shit out of Warrick. He tried to do his best at getting into the car, but he stumbled for the lack of sight. "Jesus. They really need to teach you cops how to walk," the voice taunted.
Warrick sat in the backseat of what felt like a very unkempt car. He was very uncomfortable. In addition to his blindfold, Warrick's was in a straightjacket, and his ankles were bound so that he could only walk by taking little baby steps. He was gagged too.
Warrick felt and heard the car start. The vibration was somewhat of a comfort to him, and he liked that. This was about the fifth time he was being taken somewhere. Maybe more. He had been in and out of consciousness the whole time, so he really had no idea.
They were on the road awhile when the voice spoke. "You will do as you're told when we get out, or I'll shoot. You hear?" The voice pause as if waiting for a response and listened to Warrick's muffled breathing. "Good. I'm glad you understand that I'll blow your brains away if you do so much and put one toe out of line." Then the voice left Warrick to his thoughts again.
~*~*~*~*~*~
It all started in the evening when Warrick was just getting up. He had a huge headache, he felt weak, and nauseous. He got up and stumbled out of bed. He soon realized that he couldn't walk without falling over, so he went back to his bed and got in it again. He had to call in sick today, no doubt about it.
He reached out for his phone on his nightstand. He picked it up and could barely dial the numbers, let alone say he was sick. On his third try, he finally got the lab. He told Grissom that he wasn't coming with little success, but Grissom seemed to get the idea. He said that for Warrick to rest and stay in bed. Warrick thanked him and hung up.
Warrick felt like he needed to hurl and he didn't want to do it in is bed, or over the side of it on the floor. The bathroom was only a couple steps away, so he got up and leaned on the wall for support. When he was about halfway there, he felt a sharp, piercing pain in his side. He looked down and saw a little red dart for just a split second. Then he blacked out.
When he woke up, he was bound and blindfolded. The gag came later. "What's going on?" he asked in surprise. It also felt like he wasn't in his house any more, and he definitely didn't feel the comfort of his bed. He could also taste the taste of medicine, which someone had to give him because he didn't do it himself.
"You'd shut the hell up if you knew what's good for ya," said the voice. This was the first time he had ever heard it. It was going to become his only company in the hours ahead, if you counted it as company. Warrick tried to make conversation only once more, but he realized it was the person who the voice belonged to that bound him and brought him here.
Warrick was forced to sit in the corner wherever they were at. He tried on numerous occasions to get out of his bindings, but it was futile. The ropes and the straightjacket were no match for him. It seemed that whoever was doing this had done it before.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Warrick returned to the present in the car. He wondered what was going on now with his co-workers. He had heard the voice say once that he left a ransom note back at the lab. Had they found it yet? If yes, did they regard it as a joke, or did they take it seriously? Only God could give him that answer right now, but God really didn't seem to be on his side tonight. Not at all.
Warrick drifted in and out of sleep in the car. He was really tired from the events of the past few hours.
This was definitely the longest ride so far he decided. Warrick sat back and wondered where they were going and where they had gone. This amused him for a while. Then he fell asleep again.
Warrick was suddenly jerked awake by the lack of vibration in the car. They had stopped and were probably getting out soon.
Just as he had thought, the voice ordered him out of the car. "C'mon and get out of the damn car already," it said to him. Warrick really didn't want to get out, but the had to. This time he tried to get out, but he tripped over his binding around his ankles and fell flat on his face. He could taste blood seeping in his mouth, and he could feel the cold pavement against his face.
He lay there for just a second thinking that he could lay here for an hour or two. It felt that good. Before he knew what was happening, though, he felt hands beneath him. With amazing strength, the two hands picked him up. Warrick was on his own two feet again wishing he was back on the ground.
"It'll soon be over boy once I get my money. Then I'm headed to Mexico," the voice said. This for Warrick was the most reassuring thing that he had ever said, as it was the only thing. As for Warrick, he was willing to give everything he owned to get out of this mess and be back in the world as he knew it.
To Be Continued.
_-_-_-_-_-_
If this sucks, please tell me. I have room for improvement. I'll try to get a new chapter up soon. Please R&R! Thanks! ~Mel