Rating: PG-13 for cussing and stuff.
A/N: Okay, here's the second part to Chapter 10. Thanks for the reviews! It inspires me to finish faster, Hint, Hint. We're almost finished! Only a couple more chapters! Please let me know what you think. Thanks to Shannon for proofreading this, although I think I missed some stuff, so. Sorry!!!
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"Did you get a hold of her?" Catherine asked as Grissom walked into the break room.
"Yeah, we gotta get to her place. Sara, Cath, come on. Nick, you and Warrick split up. There's a DB at the Tangiers and one at Caesar's Palace."
" 'Kay. Where are you three going?" Nick asked.
"I'll explain later. Just behave and call me if you need anything," Grissom said. He left quickly, followed by Sara and Catherine.
"What's going on?" Sara asked when they were seated in the Tahoe. Grissom shook his head.
"Melody may be in a little trouble," Catherine filled Sara in on everything from tonight's events to the accident at Starbucks.
"When were you going to tell me this?" Grissom asked.
"Oh, I was going to tell you tonight, and then this came up and. I'm sorry. I should have mentioned it, but." Catherine said, though she left out the reason Melody had been leaving early that day.
"Right, so you mean if we had - oh never mind. This isn't helping." Grissom handed Melody's file to Catherine, "How do you get there? I've never heard of Harbor Road," Grissom said.
"It's way out there. We'll be lucky if we get there within the hour," Catherine said, noticing it was 2:30 am.
"It's not past the Terrace Heights area, is it?" Grissom asked.
"No," Sara and Catherine said simultaneously.
"So it would still be in our jurisdiction?" Grissom said, "Assuming the worst."
"Yep." Catherine confirmed.
"Grissom, you don't think." Sara let her voice trail off. Grissom didn't respond. He adjusted his speed and kept driving.
** Melody's house **
"You know, you're cooperating very well," Jeff said sarcastically, "I'm very pleased."
"I noticed," Melody said, attempting to sit up. Jeff put a hand on her chest and held her down. He climbed onto the bed and straddled her.
"Don't touch me!" she snapped, pushing his hand away.
Jeff laughed, "If that bothers you, we're gonna have some problems."
"No, thanks, I've got enough of those." Melody rolled her eyes.
"Your sarcasm is getting really annoying," Jeff pointed out as he began to unbutton his jeans.
"So are you, but you don't see me stripping," Melody muttered. Jeff raised his hand to strike her. Melody braced herself for the blow, but it didn't come. She slowly opened her eyes as something metallic caught her eye. "What's that for?" She asked as she eyed the knife behind him.
"That's for later," he smiled mischievously, "I found it in your kitchen."
"Right. That's a good idea, 'cause if you had used your own knife, they'd be able to trace back to you," Melody stammered. "So are you going to shoot me now or what?" She finally asked. She didn't want to give him any ideas, but she knew what he had in store for her, and she didn't like the alternative. She knew he'd kill her anyway, and she'd rather he did it now than after.
"No, see that wouldn't be any fun. You've seen it. A nine- millimeter at close range would kill you instantly. Where would the fun be in that?"
"Gee, I don't know." Melody paused, "A nine. You found my gun!" she accused. Melody sighed inwardly, getting shot is bad enough, getting shot with your own gun really sucks.
He shrugged apologetically, "If you didn't keep it in the same damn place." Jeff roughly slipped his hand under her nightgown.
"Don't touch me!" Melody snapped again. She reached out and scratched him as hard as she could.
"What the fuck?" he yelled, slapping her across the face.
"If you really knew me, you'd know." Melody said, angry. She wondered how to get more evidence off of him, though she knew she didn't need to.
"Okay, I didn't want to use these, but you've left me with no choice," he snapped as he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket.
"What are those for?" she asked wearily, already knowing the answer.
"Ever read Gerald's Game by Stephen King?"
"Yeah."
Jeff grinned, "Something like that."
* * Grissom's car * *
"Look, officer, I need to get to go. A colleague of mine's in trouble, and I-"
"I've heard better excuses, give me your license and registration."
"It's not my car," Grissom said. The officer cocked an eyebrow. "It's the state issued vehicle. I - we- work for the LVPD. We're criminalists headed for a potential crime scene. Which we hope to get there in time. Before a crime is committed." Grissom managed. Catherine and Sara just stared at him.
"License and registration," he repeated, unfazed. Grissom sighed and handed him the registration before fumbling through his wallet for his driver's license.
"Now just sit tight, and I'll be right back."
"I can't believe this!" Grissom fumed, "Well, can, but."
"I told you to slow down!" Catherine yelled.
"Guys, this isn't helping. Just get your ticket and shut up!" Sara snapped from the backseat.
"Fine!" Grissom repeated, knowing it would be a long night if he pissed Sara off. The cop returned and wrote out a speeding ticket. Grissom grabbed it, along with his license and drove off.
* * Melody's house * *
Melody whimpered quietly in pain. Jeff grinned softly from atop her, finally content in getting her back for everything. "Go to hell!" she yelled.
"I lived with you for years, wasn't that close enough?" he asked
"You could have left at any time! I wouldn't have minded!" Melody said, trying not to cry. She took a deep breath and tried to ignore the pain he seemed so intent on inflicting.
"Yeah, right," Jeff murmured. He saw a single tear roll down her cheek. She turned away quickly, hoping he didn't notice. "You know, I think that's the first time I've seen you cry." Jeff informed her. Melody looked at the clock and wondered if Grissom would be there in time. Jeff moaned loudly when he came, and Melody sighed with relief. She realized he hadn't worn a condom and was glad. There would be plenty of physical evidence to prove he was there. Obviously he wasn't one to learn from his mistakes.
"And it's going to be the last!" she snapped as he climbed off of her.
"Yeah, you're right. It is," Melody saw him grab the knife from where he had set it on the floor.
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A/N: Oh, more suspense! Will Grissom and Catherine get there in time, or does Melody receive the same fate as Holly Gribbs??? Aren't I evil??? Oh well, I'll try to get the next chapter posted on Monday, but I have another commitment, so no promises. Please read and review. It'll make me write faster!
A/N: Okay, here's the second part to Chapter 10. Thanks for the reviews! It inspires me to finish faster, Hint, Hint. We're almost finished! Only a couple more chapters! Please let me know what you think. Thanks to Shannon for proofreading this, although I think I missed some stuff, so. Sorry!!!
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"Did you get a hold of her?" Catherine asked as Grissom walked into the break room.
"Yeah, we gotta get to her place. Sara, Cath, come on. Nick, you and Warrick split up. There's a DB at the Tangiers and one at Caesar's Palace."
" 'Kay. Where are you three going?" Nick asked.
"I'll explain later. Just behave and call me if you need anything," Grissom said. He left quickly, followed by Sara and Catherine.
"What's going on?" Sara asked when they were seated in the Tahoe. Grissom shook his head.
"Melody may be in a little trouble," Catherine filled Sara in on everything from tonight's events to the accident at Starbucks.
"When were you going to tell me this?" Grissom asked.
"Oh, I was going to tell you tonight, and then this came up and. I'm sorry. I should have mentioned it, but." Catherine said, though she left out the reason Melody had been leaving early that day.
"Right, so you mean if we had - oh never mind. This isn't helping." Grissom handed Melody's file to Catherine, "How do you get there? I've never heard of Harbor Road," Grissom said.
"It's way out there. We'll be lucky if we get there within the hour," Catherine said, noticing it was 2:30 am.
"It's not past the Terrace Heights area, is it?" Grissom asked.
"No," Sara and Catherine said simultaneously.
"So it would still be in our jurisdiction?" Grissom said, "Assuming the worst."
"Yep." Catherine confirmed.
"Grissom, you don't think." Sara let her voice trail off. Grissom didn't respond. He adjusted his speed and kept driving.
** Melody's house **
"You know, you're cooperating very well," Jeff said sarcastically, "I'm very pleased."
"I noticed," Melody said, attempting to sit up. Jeff put a hand on her chest and held her down. He climbed onto the bed and straddled her.
"Don't touch me!" she snapped, pushing his hand away.
Jeff laughed, "If that bothers you, we're gonna have some problems."
"No, thanks, I've got enough of those." Melody rolled her eyes.
"Your sarcasm is getting really annoying," Jeff pointed out as he began to unbutton his jeans.
"So are you, but you don't see me stripping," Melody muttered. Jeff raised his hand to strike her. Melody braced herself for the blow, but it didn't come. She slowly opened her eyes as something metallic caught her eye. "What's that for?" She asked as she eyed the knife behind him.
"That's for later," he smiled mischievously, "I found it in your kitchen."
"Right. That's a good idea, 'cause if you had used your own knife, they'd be able to trace back to you," Melody stammered. "So are you going to shoot me now or what?" She finally asked. She didn't want to give him any ideas, but she knew what he had in store for her, and she didn't like the alternative. She knew he'd kill her anyway, and she'd rather he did it now than after.
"No, see that wouldn't be any fun. You've seen it. A nine- millimeter at close range would kill you instantly. Where would the fun be in that?"
"Gee, I don't know." Melody paused, "A nine. You found my gun!" she accused. Melody sighed inwardly, getting shot is bad enough, getting shot with your own gun really sucks.
He shrugged apologetically, "If you didn't keep it in the same damn place." Jeff roughly slipped his hand under her nightgown.
"Don't touch me!" Melody snapped again. She reached out and scratched him as hard as she could.
"What the fuck?" he yelled, slapping her across the face.
"If you really knew me, you'd know." Melody said, angry. She wondered how to get more evidence off of him, though she knew she didn't need to.
"Okay, I didn't want to use these, but you've left me with no choice," he snapped as he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket.
"What are those for?" she asked wearily, already knowing the answer.
"Ever read Gerald's Game by Stephen King?"
"Yeah."
Jeff grinned, "Something like that."
* * Grissom's car * *
"Look, officer, I need to get to go. A colleague of mine's in trouble, and I-"
"I've heard better excuses, give me your license and registration."
"It's not my car," Grissom said. The officer cocked an eyebrow. "It's the state issued vehicle. I - we- work for the LVPD. We're criminalists headed for a potential crime scene. Which we hope to get there in time. Before a crime is committed." Grissom managed. Catherine and Sara just stared at him.
"License and registration," he repeated, unfazed. Grissom sighed and handed him the registration before fumbling through his wallet for his driver's license.
"Now just sit tight, and I'll be right back."
"I can't believe this!" Grissom fumed, "Well, can, but."
"I told you to slow down!" Catherine yelled.
"Guys, this isn't helping. Just get your ticket and shut up!" Sara snapped from the backseat.
"Fine!" Grissom repeated, knowing it would be a long night if he pissed Sara off. The cop returned and wrote out a speeding ticket. Grissom grabbed it, along with his license and drove off.
* * Melody's house * *
Melody whimpered quietly in pain. Jeff grinned softly from atop her, finally content in getting her back for everything. "Go to hell!" she yelled.
"I lived with you for years, wasn't that close enough?" he asked
"You could have left at any time! I wouldn't have minded!" Melody said, trying not to cry. She took a deep breath and tried to ignore the pain he seemed so intent on inflicting.
"Yeah, right," Jeff murmured. He saw a single tear roll down her cheek. She turned away quickly, hoping he didn't notice. "You know, I think that's the first time I've seen you cry." Jeff informed her. Melody looked at the clock and wondered if Grissom would be there in time. Jeff moaned loudly when he came, and Melody sighed with relief. She realized he hadn't worn a condom and was glad. There would be plenty of physical evidence to prove he was there. Obviously he wasn't one to learn from his mistakes.
"And it's going to be the last!" she snapped as he climbed off of her.
"Yeah, you're right. It is," Melody saw him grab the knife from where he had set it on the floor.
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A/N: Oh, more suspense! Will Grissom and Catherine get there in time, or does Melody receive the same fate as Holly Gribbs??? Aren't I evil??? Oh well, I'll try to get the next chapter posted on Monday, but I have another commitment, so no promises. Please read and review. It'll make me write faster!