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Warrick opened the driver side door of his car and leant into the vehicle. His eyes scanned the seat, it wasn't there. He looked down and found the medicine, sitting next to the gas pedal. He smiled briefly to himself, remembering the previous activities that had gotten it there.
Hank moved swiftly and silently towards the car that his victim was half inside of, the wooden bat gripped tightly in his hand. He appraised the man and calculated how difficult he'd be to take down, he was at least 15 lbs heavier but he could take him anyways. He drew closer and guy was still unaware. Who the hell is he anyways? Hank thought to himself. Probably Sara's new boyfriend. She didn't deserve to have anyone after she took Elaine from him. These thoughts angered him further and he gripped the bat with both of his hands as he closed the last few meters.
As Hank rose the bat to strike, his feet made a scraping noise against the pavement in his haste. His victim began to turn, "Sar-". Hank brought the bat down hard on the guy's back, effectively silencing his cry. His quarry collapsed onto the pavement, and made a valiant attempt to retaliate, reaching for something at his side. Hank smashed the bat down once again. The man lay on his back, semiconscious. Hank dropped the bat onto the blacktop, he pulled his stun gun from his jacket pocket and moved closer.
His veins surging with pleasure, Hank dragged the limp weight of the body behind his own vehicle. He rolled the deadweight onto his stomach and removed a strip of plastic handcuffs from his deep jacket pockets. Once his victim was effectively secured Hank went back to his car and brought it directly in front of the building. He went back to Sara's boyfriend and frisked him quickly. Without delay Hank discovered two sets of keys, a gun and wallet. The gun he secured in his jeans in the small of his back, he flipped open the wallet. Forty dollars, Driver's License Warrick Brown, Blockbuster rental card, and here it was... a C.S.I identification pass. Hank knew he recognized the guy from somewhere. So Sara was dating a co-worker, not a good idea. He threw the wallet into a nearby dumpster after removing the cash. Hank popped the trunk and heaved his burden into it, oomph he was heavy.
Hank closed the trunk and wiped the sweat off his brow, he was acutely aware of how long he had taken to subdue Sara's boyfriend. He had to move quickly before she became concerned, or before a curious neighbour decided to look out of their window. He went up to the apartment building, pausing a moment to calm his adrenaline filled body. He unlocked the door and quickly made his way up.
Once alone, Sara made her way into her bedroom and flopped onto her bed, hugging her pillow. A few tears escaped from her eyes and slid down her cheeks as the weight of the day came crashing down upon her. She stayed that way for a couple minutes until her rumbling stomach roused her. Sara took a deep breath, climbed out of bed and padded in stockinged feet to the kitchen. She opened her refrigerator and sighed with relief... food. She selected the bread and closed the fridge door. She then proceeded to open her cupboard and was rewarded with peanut butter.
Sara made up a sandwich for herself and took a bite as large as she could manage. She glanced at her watch and wondered what was taking Warrick so long. Warrick. Uh no, he'd back soon and kiss her and she would have peanut butter breath. Sara quickly finished half of the sandwich and tossed the rest into the trash bin. She quickly entered the bathroom and thoroughly brushed her teeth and rinsed her face in cool water. Sara heard the apartment door open as she was drying off, finally he was back!
"I'll be out in a minute!" She called through the bathroom door. She finished drying her face and opened the door. Sara stood in shock for a moment and screamed with fear, her stomach dropped somewhere down below her knees. Hank stood in the doorway, a gun clutched in his hand. "SOMEBODY HELP!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her eyes searched the small bathroom for anything she could use as a weapon. The only thing within her reach was a portable hairdryer and nail file, her spare gun was in her dresser drawer. "SHUT THE HELL UP!" Hank closed the distance between them and grabbed a handful of hair. He yanked her head back and levelled the gun at her forehead. Sara panted, but kept silent as he pressed her against the shower door.
She closed her eyes and waited for the shot that would kill her. "Listen, carefully to me Sara." He whispered in her ear. Sara opened her eyes, he wasn't going to kill her? A terrifying thought crossed through her mind, Oh God, what had he done to Warrick? "Wha-?" She gasped out. Hank yanked her head back again and smashed it against the flimsy shower door,"You will not make another sound." Sara's eyes drifted towards the nail file on the counter. Her head was yanked backwards again and this time smashed through the door.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Sara forced herself to meet his eyes, blinking away blood and tears. In those eyes she saw hatred, anger and a look of madness about them that told Sara he didn't care about the consequences anymore. Her veins ran cold with fear. "We are leaving here together, Sara, but if you make it hard your friend is dead." Sara's heart gave a pang, Warrick was alive then. Hank began to drag her out of the bathroom. The phone rang, startling Hank who turned his head in the direction of the sound. Sara took the opportunity and seized the nail file off the counter, raking it down the side of his face.
"You little bitch!" Hank roared in pain and anger, and struck her across the face with his gun. He shoved the gun into the small of her back and forced her out of the apartment, ignoring the ringing phone. The neighbour across the hall who had opened the door at the commotion slammed it shut again at the sight of the gun. Sara felt a fleeting sense of satisfaction, at least someone would call the cops. Hank chose the stairs and spurred her down them quickly with the gun pressed into her back. Sara's blood rushed in her ears and the cool night seemed like a slap to her face as they exited the building.
Sara saw Hank's car parked directly across from the doors. The parking lot was empty and dark except for the few streetlights around. Sara's heart pounded loudly, where was Warrick? Hank took her to the front of his vehicle and shoved her down over the hood. She struggled briefly until she felt the cold barrel of the gun press against the nape of her neck. Her arms were yanked behind her back and Hank produced a roll of duct tape from his jacket pocket and wrapped it around her wrist several times.
Once finished, he brought her around the back of his car. He popped the trunk; Sara gasped at what she saw. Warrick lay limply with his back towards her and hands tied behind him in the trunk. "Oh God, Warrick... he's not?" Sara whispered. Hank laughed shortly at her and pressed her forwards, "Not yet, get in." Sara awkwardly begin to move into the trunk, she paused, "Hank please don't do this. I'll tell Elaine whatever you want; I'll tell her I was jealous and lied to her." Hank became irritated and shoved her the rest of the way into the trunk, "It's much too late for that Sara, we both know that." Hank moved to close the trunk and Sara screamed, he stopped and grabbed the duct tape, he stretched and tore a piece off and smoothed it over her mouth. "Be quiet that's a good girl."
Sara kept yelling through the tape and watched in horror as abruptly Hank slammed the trunk closed, plunging her into darkness. There was silence for a moment. Sara breathed heavily through her gag, already fighting off a sense of claustrophobia. The trunk smelled of something she could not name and was just large enough to admit herself and Warrick. He was a big man and the two of them were pressed back to back. Sara manoeuvred herself in the small space so she could move her bound wrists into a position to feel for his pulse, her fingers were already so swollen from the tightness of the binding that she could barely feel it. Thank god it was there, she'd never take Hank at his word.
Sara would have cried if she hadn't felt so sick and afraid. The vehicle started abruptly and she felt it begin to move away. This wasn't a good sign, in all the training she'd ever received they had drilled into them the importance of not being taken to a different location if you had been attacked. Whatever it was the attacker wanted with you, they needed time and privacy. Sara squeezed her eyes closed, awash with fear.
also, next chapter will tell you whats up with the other CSI's.- REVIEW
Warrick opened the driver side door of his car and leant into the vehicle. His eyes scanned the seat, it wasn't there. He looked down and found the medicine, sitting next to the gas pedal. He smiled briefly to himself, remembering the previous activities that had gotten it there.
Hank moved swiftly and silently towards the car that his victim was half inside of, the wooden bat gripped tightly in his hand. He appraised the man and calculated how difficult he'd be to take down, he was at least 15 lbs heavier but he could take him anyways. He drew closer and guy was still unaware. Who the hell is he anyways? Hank thought to himself. Probably Sara's new boyfriend. She didn't deserve to have anyone after she took Elaine from him. These thoughts angered him further and he gripped the bat with both of his hands as he closed the last few meters.
As Hank rose the bat to strike, his feet made a scraping noise against the pavement in his haste. His victim began to turn, "Sar-". Hank brought the bat down hard on the guy's back, effectively silencing his cry. His quarry collapsed onto the pavement, and made a valiant attempt to retaliate, reaching for something at his side. Hank smashed the bat down once again. The man lay on his back, semiconscious. Hank dropped the bat onto the blacktop, he pulled his stun gun from his jacket pocket and moved closer.
His veins surging with pleasure, Hank dragged the limp weight of the body behind his own vehicle. He rolled the deadweight onto his stomach and removed a strip of plastic handcuffs from his deep jacket pockets. Once his victim was effectively secured Hank went back to his car and brought it directly in front of the building. He went back to Sara's boyfriend and frisked him quickly. Without delay Hank discovered two sets of keys, a gun and wallet. The gun he secured in his jeans in the small of his back, he flipped open the wallet. Forty dollars, Driver's License Warrick Brown, Blockbuster rental card, and here it was... a C.S.I identification pass. Hank knew he recognized the guy from somewhere. So Sara was dating a co-worker, not a good idea. He threw the wallet into a nearby dumpster after removing the cash. Hank popped the trunk and heaved his burden into it, oomph he was heavy.
Hank closed the trunk and wiped the sweat off his brow, he was acutely aware of how long he had taken to subdue Sara's boyfriend. He had to move quickly before she became concerned, or before a curious neighbour decided to look out of their window. He went up to the apartment building, pausing a moment to calm his adrenaline filled body. He unlocked the door and quickly made his way up.
Once alone, Sara made her way into her bedroom and flopped onto her bed, hugging her pillow. A few tears escaped from her eyes and slid down her cheeks as the weight of the day came crashing down upon her. She stayed that way for a couple minutes until her rumbling stomach roused her. Sara took a deep breath, climbed out of bed and padded in stockinged feet to the kitchen. She opened her refrigerator and sighed with relief... food. She selected the bread and closed the fridge door. She then proceeded to open her cupboard and was rewarded with peanut butter.
Sara made up a sandwich for herself and took a bite as large as she could manage. She glanced at her watch and wondered what was taking Warrick so long. Warrick. Uh no, he'd back soon and kiss her and she would have peanut butter breath. Sara quickly finished half of the sandwich and tossed the rest into the trash bin. She quickly entered the bathroom and thoroughly brushed her teeth and rinsed her face in cool water. Sara heard the apartment door open as she was drying off, finally he was back!
"I'll be out in a minute!" She called through the bathroom door. She finished drying her face and opened the door. Sara stood in shock for a moment and screamed with fear, her stomach dropped somewhere down below her knees. Hank stood in the doorway, a gun clutched in his hand. "SOMEBODY HELP!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her eyes searched the small bathroom for anything she could use as a weapon. The only thing within her reach was a portable hairdryer and nail file, her spare gun was in her dresser drawer. "SHUT THE HELL UP!" Hank closed the distance between them and grabbed a handful of hair. He yanked her head back and levelled the gun at her forehead. Sara panted, but kept silent as he pressed her against the shower door.
She closed her eyes and waited for the shot that would kill her. "Listen, carefully to me Sara." He whispered in her ear. Sara opened her eyes, he wasn't going to kill her? A terrifying thought crossed through her mind, Oh God, what had he done to Warrick? "Wha-?" She gasped out. Hank yanked her head back again and smashed it against the flimsy shower door,"You will not make another sound." Sara's eyes drifted towards the nail file on the counter. Her head was yanked backwards again and this time smashed through the door.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Sara forced herself to meet his eyes, blinking away blood and tears. In those eyes she saw hatred, anger and a look of madness about them that told Sara he didn't care about the consequences anymore. Her veins ran cold with fear. "We are leaving here together, Sara, but if you make it hard your friend is dead." Sara's heart gave a pang, Warrick was alive then. Hank began to drag her out of the bathroom. The phone rang, startling Hank who turned his head in the direction of the sound. Sara took the opportunity and seized the nail file off the counter, raking it down the side of his face.
"You little bitch!" Hank roared in pain and anger, and struck her across the face with his gun. He shoved the gun into the small of her back and forced her out of the apartment, ignoring the ringing phone. The neighbour across the hall who had opened the door at the commotion slammed it shut again at the sight of the gun. Sara felt a fleeting sense of satisfaction, at least someone would call the cops. Hank chose the stairs and spurred her down them quickly with the gun pressed into her back. Sara's blood rushed in her ears and the cool night seemed like a slap to her face as they exited the building.
Sara saw Hank's car parked directly across from the doors. The parking lot was empty and dark except for the few streetlights around. Sara's heart pounded loudly, where was Warrick? Hank took her to the front of his vehicle and shoved her down over the hood. She struggled briefly until she felt the cold barrel of the gun press against the nape of her neck. Her arms were yanked behind her back and Hank produced a roll of duct tape from his jacket pocket and wrapped it around her wrist several times.
Once finished, he brought her around the back of his car. He popped the trunk; Sara gasped at what she saw. Warrick lay limply with his back towards her and hands tied behind him in the trunk. "Oh God, Warrick... he's not?" Sara whispered. Hank laughed shortly at her and pressed her forwards, "Not yet, get in." Sara awkwardly begin to move into the trunk, she paused, "Hank please don't do this. I'll tell Elaine whatever you want; I'll tell her I was jealous and lied to her." Hank became irritated and shoved her the rest of the way into the trunk, "It's much too late for that Sara, we both know that." Hank moved to close the trunk and Sara screamed, he stopped and grabbed the duct tape, he stretched and tore a piece off and smoothed it over her mouth. "Be quiet that's a good girl."
Sara kept yelling through the tape and watched in horror as abruptly Hank slammed the trunk closed, plunging her into darkness. There was silence for a moment. Sara breathed heavily through her gag, already fighting off a sense of claustrophobia. The trunk smelled of something she could not name and was just large enough to admit herself and Warrick. He was a big man and the two of them were pressed back to back. Sara manoeuvred herself in the small space so she could move her bound wrists into a position to feel for his pulse, her fingers were already so swollen from the tightness of the binding that she could barely feel it. Thank god it was there, she'd never take Hank at his word.
Sara would have cried if she hadn't felt so sick and afraid. The vehicle started abruptly and she felt it begin to move away. This wasn't a good sign, in all the training she'd ever received they had drilled into them the importance of not being taken to a different location if you had been attacked. Whatever it was the attacker wanted with you, they needed time and privacy. Sara squeezed her eyes closed, awash with fear.