TO CSIFAN who reviewed this comment:

Great fic. I hope that you'll continue very soon. I'm kind of confused about one thing. How is Catherine able to jump up and struggle with this guy, then go over and tie Gil up if her ankle is broken (chapter 2). Did you change your mind about that?

Sorry if I confused you I am glad you brought it up. I guess I could change that but then, put yourself in this situation of the characters. If someone you loved that was being attacked there is an adrenaline rush that takes over you and you do what you have to..

But for you I changed some stuff. Her ankle is still broken but you have to re-read chapter 4 (ambush)

Case #4: Terror streak

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Do not own them, you know this and I know this

Gil and Catherine sat still staring blankly at he walls around them. Neither said anything, as the silence grew deep.

Gil who was silently blaming himself for everything that had happened so far wondered why Catherine had nothing to saw.

"Maybe she blames me too" he thought to himself "she should, it's my fault we are here, I should have just stayed on the strip and.." Gil's train of thought was derailed when he heard Catherine speak.

"Gil?" she whispered, "say something" she quickly added

Gil did not know what to say, nothing would help their situation, and giving false hope would tear them apart in the end and he knew that. There was no point in trying to pretend that everything was going to be fine, that both of them were going to make it out alive, that Catherine was not going to end up like those other women tattered and torn, he knew there was no point, no point at all so he stayed silent, not saying a word.

"Gil?" she whispered again this time panic was part of her tone.

Gil knew this was not the best way to help the situation, in fact ignoring her was the worst way, but he could not bring himself to speak, he was the reason bad things were going to happen. But Catherine would not give up.

"GIL" she called louder, filling the now silent room with her calls to him "GIL" she yelled again

"Talk to me" she whispered as tears took over he again. " Talk to me"

Not realizing Gil was ignoring her she began to panic at the thought of his body laying on the floor motionless.

'Is he dead' she thought to herself as she began to struggle to break free once more

From his place in the room he could hear soft groans coming from Catherine as she pulled and twisted at the ropes keeping her attached to the bed. Knowing that she would go to great lengths to make sure he was okay even if it meant causing her own pain, Gil spoke up.

"Calm down" he whispered "I am fine, don't panic"

"You were ignoring me?" she said suggesting and asking him in the same question.

"NO" he whispered " is just don't want him coming down here, the longer we keep him away the better"

"The better for who" she snapped

Gil did not reply

Catherine waited for a reply and then realized how snotty she must have sounded

"Gil" she paused " I did not mean it like that" she paused again giving him the opportunity to respond, but he didn't.

"I'm sorry" she paused " I'm scared.. That's all, I'm just scared"

"Don't worry about it" he finally spoke " I don't blame you for hating me, it's my fault we are here, if I had just.." before he could finish Catherine cut him off

"It's not your fault, don't blame your self what good would it do anyway. We are here now and if we fight and blame ourselves then there is no hope at all, and without hope then what do we have?"

Gil was about to reply when a source of light began illuminating the dark room and Paul made another guest appearance in the door way