Trauma
Usual disclaimers.
Rated: R
WARNING! Chapter contains implied violence, sexual situations, and non-consensual sex.
Ch. 2
He was making love to her. To his Sara. Thrusting became more insistent as his climax neared. "Sara! Oh, God, Sara!" As he crashed over the edge, he realized that he was dreaming again. His breathing slowing to a normal pace, he realized that it was not his hand around his... both of his hands were behind his back. They seemed to be tied together. He also noticed that he could only fully open one eye. The other was swollen shut.
He opened his one good eye to stare into two cocoa brown, Sara's, filled with fear and humiliation. He saw the bruise on her cheek and the dried blood where her lip had been split." I'm sorry, Grissom. They said they would kill you if I didn't." He looked down the length of her naked form, noting other bruising and the evidence of his seed on her flat belly and now glistening curls. He looked back to find her eyes brimming with tears." I'm so sorry." she repeated.
"Sara, don't. It isn't your fault. Did they... hurt you?" He knew that it was a stupid question, what with the bruises and all, but that wasn't exactly what he meant.
"Hey, Who said you could talk?" Came a rough voice from the end of the bed.
"No, not yet" she managed to whisper before one of the men drug Grissom off of the bed and another stretched a piece of tape over her mouth.
"Wait," the leader said to the one holding Grissom, "bring him back over here."
When they threw him back toward the bed, his left knee hit the floor with a thud, and his shoulder slammed into the bedside table. He drew a deep breath in pain, and then realized that they must've broken some of his ribs while he was unconscious, because it really hurt to breathe. The leader then took Sara's free hand and, curling her fingers into a claw, scratched down the side of Gil's face. "More DNA that's not ours," he sneered to the others.
Two of the men in black drug a now bleeding Grissom away from the bed and tied his feet together, so that he would be easier to control. "Stay quiet, or she dies."
When the first one covered her body with his own, Sara started thrashing and bucking under him. She even tried to scream through the tape on her mouth. "Leave her alone!" Grissom yelled at them. Sara watched as one of the men grabbed his hair and pulled his head back to expose his throat That wonder throat that had filled her dreams for years. She saw a flash, then a small trickle of blood slid down to his collar. She shook her head at him screaming "NO!" beneath her gag. Seeing the question in his eyes, she nodded and stilled beneath the grunting form on top of her.
He forced his body to still as the man behind him haphazardly slapped a piece of tape over his mouth, as well. They forced him to watch as they took turns at her. Finally, it was his captor's turn, and he threw Gil's body to the floor in his hurry to claim his 'prize'. Grunting as the air was pushed from his lungs as he hit the floor, Grissom closed his eyes against the pain of his body and in his heart.
Opening his eye, he spotted his cell phone on the floor under the edge of drapes. He quietly scooted over to it. The idiot that had taped his mouth didn't do a very good job, his mind being elsewhere, so it didn't take Griss long to roll it away on the carpet. Trying not to draw attention to himself, he lay on the floor with his back to the curtains and flipped it open. Hoping he was hitting Brass' speed dial number, he turned over, away from the horrors on the bed.
"Gil! Where the hell are you! You didn't call, everybody..."
"Jim, Sara's house. Backup Silent running. Bring Cath. Ambulance. NOW!" Grissom whispered as loud as he dared. Hoping his old friend would hear him.
When Grissom turned away from her, she didn't know whether to be relieved, or hurt. When he raised his head up off of the floor, she briefly saw a familiar flash. His cell phone. He turned back to her and nodded he chanced a small smile, but made it quick.
