My Tourniquet
PG-13 for language/ Romance/ violence
Genre:: Drama/ Romance/ Angst
Italics Thoughts
"Regular text" Dialogue
Bold Italic Dreams
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Where am I? Why do I feel so....tired and dizzy? Am I dead? I can't be....
Sara woke up, feeling dizzy and sick. She found herself in an unknown room in an unknown house. She was about to get up when a voice from the corner spoke.
"Don't you get up, sweetheart. You might hurt yourself. Or I might just hurt you." He said, not coming out of the shadows.
"Who are you?" Sara asked, her head still spinning.
"I'm the killer from the case you were working on. The one with the dead guy by the tree in the forest." He said, finally moving out of the shadows. His face was gaunt. It looked as if he hadn't eaten in months. His hair was straggly and unkempt. His facial hair was out of control. His eyes were expressive, a cold, ice cold blue.
"It...It was you?" Sara spluttered as she cringed as the man came closer.
"Yes. I killed that no-good scum. He killed my wife 3 years ago!" the man yelled, slamming his fist on the floor. His breath smelled putrid, as if it hadn't been cleaned in years. Sara back away slightly, not wanting to throw-up from the smell.
"Mr. Domine killed your wife?" Sara asked trying to keep up the conversation since she didn't want him to get the idea to kill her.
"Yea. In a car accident. My wife had been cheating on me with him but if she hadn't gone with him to a nightclub she wouldn't have died. He drove drunk and skidded off the road and killed her. I sued the pants of him but the judge dismissed it saying it was an accident. It was no damn accident!" the man said bringing out a gun and pointing it a Sara.
"Please, sir, don't shoot. It'll ruin your life and mine forever. Please, don't." Sara pleaded, trying to get the guy to drop the gun.
"Shut up!" the man shouted pulling back the hammer and aiming right between Sara's eyes.
Grissom paced up and down the police office floor, trying to think of where she might have gone.
Where would she go? She could have been kidnapped by the killer. But where would he have her?
"Um.... Grissom." Brass said, walking up to the pacing man.
"Yes?" Grissom nearly shouted walking up to Brass.
"Phone is for you. It sounds like Sara." Brass said, handing him the phone.
"Hello? Sara? Is this you?" Grissom asked, his voice cracking slightly.
"Grissom, I have only a few minutes. The guy has gone out for food. Please listen. I'm sorry but he said that if I talk to the police, then he's going to shoot me. You've got to hear me....." Sara pleaded, her voice in a whisper.
"Sara, I'm listening. Where are you? Are you hurt?" Grissom asked, stopping his pacing.
"No, Grissom, I'm not hurt, just listen. This guy said that by sundown, he was going to shoot me. You've got to get here and help me. Grissom, he lives at...." Sara started but suddenly stopped. In the background, he heard shouting and cursing.
"What did I tell you? I said no phone calls! Got off the fucking phone!" He was yelling. There was screaming and the sound of something cracking.
"Are you the police? Are you?!" the man was yelling in the phone, moaning in the background.
"No, I'm a friend of the person you have.....please, let her go. She hasn't done anything to..." Grissom said, cringing as he heard as slap as if the man had hit Sara.
"Now that she's called, I'm killing her and you. Watch your back! Bitch!" he growled into the phone, slamming it on the receiver. Grissom hung up the phone, his brain going back into action. Hearing Sara in pain was the last thing he wanted. Walking over to the attendant's desk, he had a plan to find Sara.
"Excuse me miss, I was wondering if I could see the phone records since the last few hours." Grissom asked the bubble-gum blowing woman behind the desk.
"The phone records? I guess I could do that. Here they are." She said, handing him the records, a bit confused.
"Thank you." Grissom said, hurrying back to his SUV to go to the lab. The last phone call was from 1240 Hewlett Drive. It was close to where the CSI Headquarters were. Walking into the building, he went straight to his office. Spotting Catherine along the way, he motioned for her to come with him. Sitting behind his desk and starting up his computer, he had a plan to get Sara out of the house.
"Cath, I need your help." Grissom said, looking up at Catherine.
"Well that's something new. What's up?" Catherine said, walking over to Grissom's desk.
"I need you to go to this address. Sara has been held there and the guy there is going to kill her at sundown. We need to get her out of there." Grissom said showing her the address.
"What do you have in mind?" Catherine asked, looking at the piece of paper.
"What you and I are going to do is this. Do you still have your exotic dancer outfits?" Grissom asked, brain gearing into thought.
"Yes. What has that got to do with Sara?" Catherine asked, perplexed.
"You're going to go to his house in the outfit, with something to attract him. He'll invite you in and you leave to door open so I can go in and get Sara out of there safely. While you're in there with him, Brass will bring reinforcements to help you. Case closed. We'll have Sara and he'll be behind bars." Grissom explained quickly.
Catherine sighed. "Well, I guess I better go get the outfit. What if I doesn't work, Grissom? What if you just put Sara in more danger?" Catherine asked, getting up slightly.
"I don't know. But I can't loose another CSI investigator. Not again. Not like that." Grissom said, his voice cracking slightly.
"I'll be back as soon as possible." Catherine said, leaving the office.
This better work. Sara is the only thing that matters. I don't care if I have to kill the guy with my bare hands to get to her, I just don't want to loose another. Better get ready.
With that thought, Grissom left to go find Brass and tell him the plan, hoping against hope that the gun hadn't already gone off.
TBC
This is getting interesting, even to me. I'm making this up along the way, so if it's kinda weird, just live with it. Mel likes reviews. Mel like good reviews. hint hint Please review and be nice please. Destructive criticism just sucks. If I get enough good reviews, then the story will come out to be a happy ending. Most people like happy endings, right? Right!