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TRUE LOVE chapter 4
Catherine screamed as an explosion erupted in her leg. The cold steel of the car enveloping her as she cried out desperately for help. Blood ran freely onto the floor of the car and sirens echoed dryly throughout the chaos. Sweat dripped from Catherine's forehead as she tried to with stand the pain of the impact.
"Get out of it . . ." Muttered her attacker/ kidnapper.
After a moment of struggling to get free, Catherine's attacker pulled her from the wreck and dragged her towards a parked car on the corner of a street. He shoved her in where she continued to cry uncontrollably. Blood poured out of a gash across her right thigh. After a screw driver was jammed into the ignition, the car sped away.
~~~
The jet black Chevy Tahoe pulled into a parking space in the Las Vegas crime lab's parking lot with a screech of brakes. The driver hastily got out and removed to evidence cases from the boot before walking through the glass doors. He flashed his ID at a security guard and walked into an evidence lab. Hastily, he set up the evidence on one of the fluorescent tables before the rest of his team turned into the lab. (Are they really metamorphic or is that just my wording that's faulty?) Grissom looked up as the team pulled on their lab coats and latex gloves.
"Could you take these samples to Greg for me Sara?" Grissom said gruffly. "And could you take these bullets and the gun to ballistics Warrick?"
Receiving a 'yes Grissom' from both of them, he turned back to the evidence in front of him. A voice interrupted his processing.
"And what do I do Grissom?" Nick said carefully, not wanting to make Grissom angry.
"You can process these with me." Grissom gestured to the table in front of them.
~~~
"Bitch!" Catherine's attacker called as he pushed her down the flight of stairs leading into the abandoned airfield's warehouse.
Catherine lay helplessly at the foot of the stairs as blood rushed to her head where she had knocked it on the way down. Mascara tears left a stain on the concrete floor where she cried uncontrollably. Her blood and dirt stained her fell into her eyes and she tried- and failed- to get up. After another try to get up, she was pushed back down by a heavy foot being placed upon her back, leaving a muddy footprint. He hastily picked Catherine up and dragged her into an abandoned office with class walls all around. Catherine squealed as metal ropes were tied around her arms and legs, binding her together.
'Please come for me Grissom . . .' Catherine thought. 'Please . . . If not for me, for Lindsey . . .'
~Hey baby, why can't you see?
That I love you,
And you love me.
I've been taken by the man who dares,
It's been good knowing you're there.
But are you know?
When I need you most?
Save me, and you will be my hero again. ~
The man pulled out some duct tape and taped up Catherine's mouth. "Bye- bye baby." He said cheerfully before walking out.
"Who's the bitch Tim?" A man about the same age enquired.
"Dame I picked up from the murder." Tim replied. "I couldn't get away without her as a hostage."
The other man sighed. "We'll have to get rid of her somehow."
"Kinda hot though." Tim replied. "Maybe we could . . ." He let his voice trail away.
"As much as I'd like to, your DNA is already on CODIS, so is mine." The seemingly smarter man replied sternly. "We can't, they'll track us down."
"But Leon, you're a computer hacker. You could create new identities for the both of us." Tim whined.
"Maybe some other time, for now, let's try and figure out how to get rid of her."
~~~
"Grissom!"
Grissom looked up to see Brass standing in the doorway.
"We've lost them." Brass said in a sympathetic voice.
"What!?"
"He got away with Catherine after another car crashed into their's." Brass said. "They dumped the car; all the casualties have been taken to hospital. We're just waiting for you to process the scene."
~~~
Catherine tried to loosen the bonds uncomfortably while thinking the words; 'please Grissom . . . Please . . .' over and over again in her head. The skin around her wrists and ankles was rubbing away by now and her wounds stung where sweat dripped into them. Being a former dancer, she had managed to get onto her back by contorting her body 180 degrees. After a final moment of trying to loosen her bonds, she jumped as the office door swung open with a loud bang, which left a crack in the glass.
"It's playtime baby."
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
PA41: Review please. I'll have the next chapter up as soon as possible. Please do not rush me.
TRUE LOVE chapter 4
Catherine screamed as an explosion erupted in her leg. The cold steel of the car enveloping her as she cried out desperately for help. Blood ran freely onto the floor of the car and sirens echoed dryly throughout the chaos. Sweat dripped from Catherine's forehead as she tried to with stand the pain of the impact.
"Get out of it . . ." Muttered her attacker/ kidnapper.
After a moment of struggling to get free, Catherine's attacker pulled her from the wreck and dragged her towards a parked car on the corner of a street. He shoved her in where she continued to cry uncontrollably. Blood poured out of a gash across her right thigh. After a screw driver was jammed into the ignition, the car sped away.
~~~
The jet black Chevy Tahoe pulled into a parking space in the Las Vegas crime lab's parking lot with a screech of brakes. The driver hastily got out and removed to evidence cases from the boot before walking through the glass doors. He flashed his ID at a security guard and walked into an evidence lab. Hastily, he set up the evidence on one of the fluorescent tables before the rest of his team turned into the lab. (Are they really metamorphic or is that just my wording that's faulty?) Grissom looked up as the team pulled on their lab coats and latex gloves.
"Could you take these samples to Greg for me Sara?" Grissom said gruffly. "And could you take these bullets and the gun to ballistics Warrick?"
Receiving a 'yes Grissom' from both of them, he turned back to the evidence in front of him. A voice interrupted his processing.
"And what do I do Grissom?" Nick said carefully, not wanting to make Grissom angry.
"You can process these with me." Grissom gestured to the table in front of them.
~~~
"Bitch!" Catherine's attacker called as he pushed her down the flight of stairs leading into the abandoned airfield's warehouse.
Catherine lay helplessly at the foot of the stairs as blood rushed to her head where she had knocked it on the way down. Mascara tears left a stain on the concrete floor where she cried uncontrollably. Her blood and dirt stained her fell into her eyes and she tried- and failed- to get up. After another try to get up, she was pushed back down by a heavy foot being placed upon her back, leaving a muddy footprint. He hastily picked Catherine up and dragged her into an abandoned office with class walls all around. Catherine squealed as metal ropes were tied around her arms and legs, binding her together.
'Please come for me Grissom . . .' Catherine thought. 'Please . . . If not for me, for Lindsey . . .'
~Hey baby, why can't you see?
That I love you,
And you love me.
I've been taken by the man who dares,
It's been good knowing you're there.
But are you know?
When I need you most?
Save me, and you will be my hero again. ~
The man pulled out some duct tape and taped up Catherine's mouth. "Bye- bye baby." He said cheerfully before walking out.
"Who's the bitch Tim?" A man about the same age enquired.
"Dame I picked up from the murder." Tim replied. "I couldn't get away without her as a hostage."
The other man sighed. "We'll have to get rid of her somehow."
"Kinda hot though." Tim replied. "Maybe we could . . ." He let his voice trail away.
"As much as I'd like to, your DNA is already on CODIS, so is mine." The seemingly smarter man replied sternly. "We can't, they'll track us down."
"But Leon, you're a computer hacker. You could create new identities for the both of us." Tim whined.
"Maybe some other time, for now, let's try and figure out how to get rid of her."
~~~
"Grissom!"
Grissom looked up to see Brass standing in the doorway.
"We've lost them." Brass said in a sympathetic voice.
"What!?"
"He got away with Catherine after another car crashed into their's." Brass said. "They dumped the car; all the casualties have been taken to hospital. We're just waiting for you to process the scene."
~~~
Catherine tried to loosen the bonds uncomfortably while thinking the words; 'please Grissom . . . Please . . .' over and over again in her head. The skin around her wrists and ankles was rubbing away by now and her wounds stung where sweat dripped into them. Being a former dancer, she had managed to get onto her back by contorting her body 180 degrees. After a final moment of trying to loosen her bonds, she jumped as the office door swung open with a loud bang, which left a crack in the glass.
"It's playtime baby."
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
PA41: Review please. I'll have the next chapter up as soon as possible. Please do not rush me.