Hey everyone. Sorry for the wait. I had major writers block and I still
don't think I got through it all. I really want to work on my other story,
but I can't abandon everyone who actually reads this. That just isn't me.
Well actually I do have two stories that I have yet to continue, and one I
have in progress. All of this snow isn't helping either. I haven't been
out of this house in 5 days!!!!! I am getting really annoyed, and I have
another snow day tomorrow. I swear as soon as I can I am moving to Hawaii.
Does anyone live there? I heard it's nice this time of year. Especially
since there is never any snow!!!!
Sprinkles143: They didn't shoot anyone. They heard a shot. Sorry for confusing you
Emily: Sorry for the Cliffhangers, but I like to keep things interesting. HA HA HA
Peace and love to all those at the Nick/Sara shippers group!!!
Thanks for all of the reviews. Don't forget to hit that button at the bottom that says "Submit review". It would make me very happy!
Whatever! On with the story.
~Jax
Disclaimer: CSI peoples aren't mine. They belong to the people at CBS. How I envy them. *The Green-Eyed Monster comes out to play*
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Chapter 6: Blackness
Sara shivered as her back was still flat against the cold stonewall. He stood over her with a chilling smile on his face. She could only imagine the look of fear that she had on her face.
"Get up." His voice was rough in her ears. She was frozen. Her muscles wouldn't move when her brain told them to.
His eyes narrowed. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a gun and pointed it at her head. The sound of him cocking it rang in her ear.
"I said get up!"
Sara slowly inched up the wall. Her legs were shaking beneath her. The look on his face was sickening, and it made her angry. She didn't even know why she was there. What did she do to deserve this?
"Who are you and why are you doing this?"
"You really don't remember, do you?"
"Please refresh my memory."
His smile flickered only for a moment.
"It was about, say 5 years ago, you were a CSI level one, and it was you who destroyed our perfect murder! My brother and I would have gotten away with it too. Remember us? The Ricans brothers?" His twisted smile was getting under her skin, but she now remembered the case after he had mentioned it.
It was in her first year as a CSI. She was working with her supervisor on a murder and two attempted homicides. They were going to walk. That was until she found an important piece of evidence. She had gone back to the suspects' house to find if they missed something. She thought that she had gone over everything and was about to leave when she noticed a creaky floorboard. She pried up the board and found a rag with the victims' blood on it.
They got a confession out of them. The brothers were placed in jail the older for the attempted homicide and the younger for the murder. About a month later, the younger committed suicide in his cell.
It was what had happened after the confession, when they were taking them out of the interrogation room that had worried her for a while. The older brother, Jordan, had threatened her that he would come back and kill her.
It seemed that he had come back to keep his word.
"You deserved what you got. Killing innocent people for kicks, what kind of life is that?" Anger grew inside her.
His eyes narrowed again.
"I'd shut up now if I were you." The shaking gun in front of her face steadied. Sara didn't care.
Why should she care? No else seemed too. If they ever had cared, why would she have been this man's captor for over a month? She thought at least Nick would try and find her, but it didn't seem like he ever really cared. It didn't matter now if she died. No one would be there to care. Right?
"You are just a son of a bitch, low-life ass hole that gets his kicks from seeing other people suffer. How do you live with yourself everyday?"
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It happened so fast. She didn't even know what hit her. His face had gone red and then the last thing she heard was his voice saying something like. "Lousy bitch." But she wasn't sure. She turned her face away from his, but it didn't stop the bullet from grazing the back of her head and sending blood down the back of her shirt. Her ears were ringing from the shot that had been millimeters away from being fatal. The pain was unbearable, but she fought through it. She cracked open her eyes. He still stood in front of her with another twisted smile on his face. He started laughing a laugh that Sara was sure would haunt her the rest of her life if by some miracle she made it out of this hell hole. They both looked toward the ceiling when they heard a large crash. He suddenly stopped and the smile was replaced by a fierce look on his face. The last thing Sara remembered was him coming after her with the butt of his gun.
Then everything went black.
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Nick, Grissom and Brass looked at each other with horrified looks on their faces. They all feared that the unspeakable had happened.
Nick didn't want to believe it. It couldn't happen like this. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. She wasn't supposed to die again. He didn't think he could go through it again.
Brass interrupted his thoughts.
"Let's go." He pulled out his gun and the two CSI's followed suite. He kicked down the door, and they stormed in.
The sight of a kitchen that seemed to be on its last legs met them. Papers were strewn across the floor. Empty jars were scattered along the countertops.
"Mister Rykins are you here?" Brass's voice bounced off the walls of the shack. The three men slinked along the walls.
After a minute or two of no response, Brass spoke again. "Ok, Grissom, you check upstairs. Nick, you and I will check this floor."
They split up. Brass headed to the front of the house, Grissom headed up the stairs, and Nick poked around the kitchen.
He examined the jars on the counter. They all seemed to have been filled with peanut butter or jelly. A jar of each stood half full. He walked over to a door on the opposite side of the room. It was slightly ajar. Nick cautiously opened it. The creaking of the hinges attacked the silence in his ears.
Nick's gun came out in front of him. Under his feet was a set of rickety stairs. A soft glow came from the darkness.
'She could be down there' he thought.
He slowly started down one step at a time, trying to limit the squeaks coming from the boards. His eyes started to adjust to the light. He could see something in the corner of the room. It looked to be some sort of heap of something.
'Shit that's Sara!!'
Nick ran down the rest of the stairs and made his way over to her. He kneeled next to her. He saw the blood all around her head. He felt for a pulse and found one. He let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh my god, Sara wake up."
Tears had come to her eyes. He looked at her for the first time in over a month. It was overwhelming. He and everyone else had thought she was dead, then they found out she was alive but at the hands of a madman. Now he saw her lying unconscious, covered in most likely her blood.
He examined the rest of her. Nick noticed that she was still wearing the cloths he had last seen her in. He looked at her hand. It still had the ring he had given her on her ring finger.
Nick was so absorbed with Sara, he didn't notice someone coming up behind him.
Someone with very deadly thoughts on their mind.
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Please read and review!!!
Thanks it would make a very stress and cooped up author very happy.
~Jax
Sprinkles143: They didn't shoot anyone. They heard a shot. Sorry for confusing you
Emily: Sorry for the Cliffhangers, but I like to keep things interesting. HA HA HA
Peace and love to all those at the Nick/Sara shippers group!!!
Thanks for all of the reviews. Don't forget to hit that button at the bottom that says "Submit review". It would make me very happy!
Whatever! On with the story.
~Jax
Disclaimer: CSI peoples aren't mine. They belong to the people at CBS. How I envy them. *The Green-Eyed Monster comes out to play*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 6: Blackness
Sara shivered as her back was still flat against the cold stonewall. He stood over her with a chilling smile on his face. She could only imagine the look of fear that she had on her face.
"Get up." His voice was rough in her ears. She was frozen. Her muscles wouldn't move when her brain told them to.
His eyes narrowed. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a gun and pointed it at her head. The sound of him cocking it rang in her ear.
"I said get up!"
Sara slowly inched up the wall. Her legs were shaking beneath her. The look on his face was sickening, and it made her angry. She didn't even know why she was there. What did she do to deserve this?
"Who are you and why are you doing this?"
"You really don't remember, do you?"
"Please refresh my memory."
His smile flickered only for a moment.
"It was about, say 5 years ago, you were a CSI level one, and it was you who destroyed our perfect murder! My brother and I would have gotten away with it too. Remember us? The Ricans brothers?" His twisted smile was getting under her skin, but she now remembered the case after he had mentioned it.
It was in her first year as a CSI. She was working with her supervisor on a murder and two attempted homicides. They were going to walk. That was until she found an important piece of evidence. She had gone back to the suspects' house to find if they missed something. She thought that she had gone over everything and was about to leave when she noticed a creaky floorboard. She pried up the board and found a rag with the victims' blood on it.
They got a confession out of them. The brothers were placed in jail the older for the attempted homicide and the younger for the murder. About a month later, the younger committed suicide in his cell.
It was what had happened after the confession, when they were taking them out of the interrogation room that had worried her for a while. The older brother, Jordan, had threatened her that he would come back and kill her.
It seemed that he had come back to keep his word.
"You deserved what you got. Killing innocent people for kicks, what kind of life is that?" Anger grew inside her.
His eyes narrowed again.
"I'd shut up now if I were you." The shaking gun in front of her face steadied. Sara didn't care.
Why should she care? No else seemed too. If they ever had cared, why would she have been this man's captor for over a month? She thought at least Nick would try and find her, but it didn't seem like he ever really cared. It didn't matter now if she died. No one would be there to care. Right?
"You are just a son of a bitch, low-life ass hole that gets his kicks from seeing other people suffer. How do you live with yourself everyday?"
* * *
It happened so fast. She didn't even know what hit her. His face had gone red and then the last thing she heard was his voice saying something like. "Lousy bitch." But she wasn't sure. She turned her face away from his, but it didn't stop the bullet from grazing the back of her head and sending blood down the back of her shirt. Her ears were ringing from the shot that had been millimeters away from being fatal. The pain was unbearable, but she fought through it. She cracked open her eyes. He still stood in front of her with another twisted smile on his face. He started laughing a laugh that Sara was sure would haunt her the rest of her life if by some miracle she made it out of this hell hole. They both looked toward the ceiling when they heard a large crash. He suddenly stopped and the smile was replaced by a fierce look on his face. The last thing Sara remembered was him coming after her with the butt of his gun.
Then everything went black.
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Nick, Grissom and Brass looked at each other with horrified looks on their faces. They all feared that the unspeakable had happened.
Nick didn't want to believe it. It couldn't happen like this. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. She wasn't supposed to die again. He didn't think he could go through it again.
Brass interrupted his thoughts.
"Let's go." He pulled out his gun and the two CSI's followed suite. He kicked down the door, and they stormed in.
The sight of a kitchen that seemed to be on its last legs met them. Papers were strewn across the floor. Empty jars were scattered along the countertops.
"Mister Rykins are you here?" Brass's voice bounced off the walls of the shack. The three men slinked along the walls.
After a minute or two of no response, Brass spoke again. "Ok, Grissom, you check upstairs. Nick, you and I will check this floor."
They split up. Brass headed to the front of the house, Grissom headed up the stairs, and Nick poked around the kitchen.
He examined the jars on the counter. They all seemed to have been filled with peanut butter or jelly. A jar of each stood half full. He walked over to a door on the opposite side of the room. It was slightly ajar. Nick cautiously opened it. The creaking of the hinges attacked the silence in his ears.
Nick's gun came out in front of him. Under his feet was a set of rickety stairs. A soft glow came from the darkness.
'She could be down there' he thought.
He slowly started down one step at a time, trying to limit the squeaks coming from the boards. His eyes started to adjust to the light. He could see something in the corner of the room. It looked to be some sort of heap of something.
'Shit that's Sara!!'
Nick ran down the rest of the stairs and made his way over to her. He kneeled next to her. He saw the blood all around her head. He felt for a pulse and found one. He let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh my god, Sara wake up."
Tears had come to her eyes. He looked at her for the first time in over a month. It was overwhelming. He and everyone else had thought she was dead, then they found out she was alive but at the hands of a madman. Now he saw her lying unconscious, covered in most likely her blood.
He examined the rest of her. Nick noticed that she was still wearing the cloths he had last seen her in. He looked at her hand. It still had the ring he had given her on her ring finger.
Nick was so absorbed with Sara, he didn't notice someone coming up behind him.
Someone with very deadly thoughts on their mind.
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Please read and review!!!
Thanks it would make a very stress and cooped up author very happy.
~Jax