Thanks for the reviews, still swamped with hwk so things will be slowing down a bit while I finish up.
Loud music blared at Grissom. He groaned and lifted his head. "Shut off the music Greg." Then he realized he was on the floor. How'd I end up here? He looked around and went to move his hands only to find them locked behind his back. Lifting his head higher he saw two men dancing to the heavy music while painting symbols on the wall. Everything came back to him and his eyes widened in horror. They're painting blood on the wall, my team's blood?
Rolling carefully onto his back while trying not to crush his hands he looked at the bodies behind him. "Sara?" he hissed, moving his bound feet to nudge her. He saw her head twitch and her eyelids move. He breathed and looked beside her. "Nick?"
"Another hour." He groaned, rolling to face Grissom. His brow frowned as he looked at Grissom. "What happened?"
Grissom shook his head and glanced behind Nick. "Sara's alive but out, what about Cath and Warrick?"
Nick carefully repeated Grissom's move as he rolled onto his back to look at the two other CSI's.
"Cath?" Nick whispered.
"Here." She rolled to face him. "Warrick's still out." She filled in.
Nick looked back at Grissom. "So who's blood is that?" he asked.
"Greg. Wake up." He opened his eyes to the voice and winced as the light assaulted his eyes. "You're going to be playing a very big part in this." The woman stood a foot from his face. "You're going to my soul free." She laughed, glancing back at the man behind her. "David, go see if Carl and James are done." She ordered and watched him slink off.
"Who are you?" he coughed, his chest filling with dust.
"I want you all to pay for never finding my daughter in time, and then for letting her get killed when you found her." The woman growled. "Those fools think they're getting power. They'll work themselves into such a frenzy that they'll all kill themselves." She chuckled.
"Why me? I had little do with this." He told her.
"I know, but you see to make this authentic, I have to have them sacrifise someone who knows the language. You should have read those books more carefully. The final killing always consists of someone who understands their god." She drew out the word to skit it. "Our little secret." She whispered before stepping back to wait for the men.
Warrick and Sara quickly woke up and the entire group became concerned. "I remember being in the van, and then a hissing sound…that's it." Nick struggled to think about how they got here.
"Where was Greg and Brass though?" Sara asked, turning back to direct the question at Grissom.
"I don't think they were put in with us." Grissom answered, trying to remember.
The two men had gone out with a third to see the 'boss' as he put it and left them all tied on the ground. Both Warrick and Nick had tried to break the ties, but the only thing they broke was some skin.
"Don't worry, it won't be long." They all looked up at the woman in the doorway. She was middle aged and seemed to be gaining some wrinkles, but looked like she had once been quite a beautiful woman in her early days.
"Who are you and what have you done with Jim and Greg?" Grissom demanded.
"I left the detective back at the lot and dear Greg was talking with me. He won't cooperate with my boys so they're having a nice little chat together. She grinned. "And as to who I am, Catherine should be able to remember that." She walked over to Catherine and stood over her. Catherine racked her brain to try to remember but nothing came. The woman over her narrowed her eyes and kicked Catherine in the ribs. "You left my daughter for dead!" she screamed, grabbing Catherine by the hair and pulled her up to meet her face. "This idiots I had killed couldn't find her when she was taken, they rounded up many people to help, even my old friends wouldn't help. So they had to go." She dropped Catherine. "You arrested my daughter, and then when we got her bail and let her run, you let her die." She kicked Catherine again.
"Tammi Felton" Catherine wheezed. "She got herself killed!" she answered back.
The mother of Tammi turned red with rage and went to kick Catherine again when shouting way heard from the hallway outside the door. Tammi's mother stood up straight and went over to the door, throwing it open she stepped back to let the men in.
"Let me go!" the man in the center roared, kicking back into the man behind and winding him. He fell to the side, but with his hands tied behind his back he had no way to break his fall and hit the floor on the side of his already bloody face.
"James grab him!" the winded man hollered, grabbing the fallen man by the spiky hair.
"Leave him alone!" Catherine shrieked in terror as Greg thrown against the wall face first and pinned there. James the taller of the men, stepped forward and punched Greg across the side of the cheek but got a response of a kick to his groan. He went down to his knees.
Greg turned, pulling away from the smaller man and kicked his in the stomach, throwing himself into the third man.
"Carl!" James yelled in a crackled voice. Carl and Greg fell back into the center of the room and fell just in front of the CSI's. Sara came face to face with Greg and saw that a deep gash above his left eyebrow was pouring with blood. She gasped and watched as he rolled to his knees and struggled to stand. The smaller man, David, ran at Greg and punched him square in the jaw, toppling the kneeling man over.
Dazed, Greg lay still and tried to fight off the black spots. "Lights out!" David growled punching him once more and sending him into darkness.
"And so it begins." Tammi's mother said in a sing-song voice as she walked over to the last wall and finished up the symbols.