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"Okay, you can stop just here – careful now," the suspect – Graham Henderson – pointed to a vacant park on the side of the road behind a blue Commodore. Grissom pulled up as softly as possible, turned off his Tahoe and turned in his seat, giving Henderson the death-glare of the century.
"Now what?" he spat before glancing at Sara for the millionth time and calming down again.
From seemingly nowhere, Henderson produced a gun and pointed it at Grissom, "Now, you get out – then we get out – move over to the Holden in front of you and wait there."
Grissom did as he was told and stood by the Holden, watching as Henderson practically pulled Sara out of the Tahoe and pushed her to stand next to Grissom. Henderson pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Sara's left hand to Grissom's right. He opened the trunk of the car and glared at Grissom and Sara.
"You can't be serious," Sara said, "there is no way we are going to fit in there."
Henderson cocked his gun and smiled.
"On the other hand I have always been curious," she muttered as she began climbing into the enclosed space – pulling Grissom along with her.
After the two were reasonably settled Henderson closed the trunk, plunging them into darkness.
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"What the hell is going on?" Sara finally blurted out, surprising Grissom with how loud she sounded right next to his ear. They had been driving for hours and due to the lack of oxygen filtering into their tiny space both had unconsciously decided that talking was off the cards.
"I don't know Sara," Grissom sighed, trying to shift position without falling on her.
"Ouch!" Sara gasped, "You know my hand is attached to these cuffs too."
"Sorry, I'm sorry – damn it."
"Hey don't worry, really," her tone softened. She sighed loudly and rolled her eyes at the situation, "this is ridiculous – you don't think he's going to…"
"What? Take us out to the bush and hunt us down like animals? The thought had crossed my mind," Grissom said sarcastically. They were both tired, hot, cranky and ready to snap.
"Oh shut up!" Sara hissed back at him. Grissom sighed. Sara rolled her eyes again and groaned at nothing in particular. She shifted her weight and felt something jab at her from her pocket. Her brow crinkled as she tried to remember what was in there.
"Shit," she said as the realization hit her.
"What?"
"Oh my God, we are so stupid!"
"Sara?" He tried to see her expression but it was no use – the best he could make out was the shape of her head.
"Phone," she groaned, feeling extremely stupid, "in my pocket…"
Grissom cleared his throat and tried to talk evenly, "you're trying to tell me that there has been a phone in your pocket this whole time and you only now just remembered it?"
"Shut up Grissom, just… I can't…" she wriggled around a little and finished with a loud sigh, "I can't get it anyway – I just can't move – its in my back left pocket…"
Grissom sighed, "Hold still." He groped around blindly for a second before working out exactly how she was positioned. He grunted as he hoisted himself up to become parallel with her. "Sorry," he breathed as he heard her wince from the pain in her wrist.
"S'okay," she breathed back – all too aware of how close they actually were. This was not the time though, she told herself.
Grissom found her back pocket and slid the phone out, "sorry," he said again, but this time it was more out of embarrassment from groping her so intimately. He shifted back into his original position and opened Sara's phone. The green light made him squint in surprise and Sara could see just how sweaty and dishevelled he looked from the glow on his face.
"Anything?" Sara asked hopefully.
"A bit of signal – I'll call Brass…" he dialled Brass's number and lifted the phone to his ear. "Damn… voice mail."
"Leave one anyway," Sara offered.
Grissom nodded slightly and waited for Brass's voice mail message to end before speaking, "Brass, it's Grissom – Sara and I have been taken, right now we're in the trunk of a Blue Commodore being driven by one Graham Henderson, main suspect in the case we're currently working on, look we kind of need some help so get out here and try and find us okay?" Grissom hung up and began dialling Catherine's number. Sara waited patiently.
"Willows," came the voice through the phone.
"Oh Catherine, thank God! Sara and I have been kidnapped… Catherine?"
"Gil, that you? I can hardly hear you – bad line, where are you?"
Grissom sighed in frustration, "I don't know Catherine, you…" he stopped short as he realized the car was slowing down, "shit, the car's stopping – look, tell Brass to check his voice mail can you do that? Tell Brass to check his voice mail!" Grissom blurted out. The car was completely stopped and they could hear Henderson's footsteps outside.
"Shit!" Grissom said as he tried desperately to hide the phone, fumbling with Sara's hands as she tried to help him. A blinding light and rush of cool air blasted them as the trunk was opened.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" Henderson snarled as he grabbed the barely hidden phone from Grissom's breast pocket. Eyes shut because of the bright light beating down on them; they only heard the crunching sound as Henderson completely destroyed their only form of communication to their friends and possible rescue party.
"Get out."