Title: Vanished
Summary : Two missing person's cases. Victims never found. One
suspect found, but could not be tied to the actual disappearances.
Exactly A year after the first and second missing persons case. Two
more go missing. Gil is faced with having to find his wife and
daughter knowing that it may never happen. Catherine and Lindsey
have vanished.
Disclaimer " I don't own anything.
Vanished chapter 8
four weeks had passed. Gil still hadn't returned to work and they hadn't called looking for him.
Warrick , Sara, Greg and Nick were ordered not to speak with him outside the lab or the consequences would be severe, so he hadn't heard from the in weeks. There was no word on how the case was coming which wasn't a good sign. It just meant that the longer it took to find them the more likely the would be for them to either turn up dead or not turn up at all. But Gil didn't know how to feel or what to think. The days were longer and the nights were lonely for him and at times he felt like giving up.
Gil sighed and flipped off his computer screen. For a moment he sat back in his chair in silence thinking of what his family and him would be doing at this moment if they hadn't been taken from him.
A smile came across his face as he thought of them.
Catherine would be snuggled up next to him with her head on his shoulder.Lindsey would be on the other side of him, probably telling them to get a room each time he would sneak a kiss from Catherine. There would be a movie on, probably some kind of love story, Catherine's selection, and popcorn would not be far away. Gil would get distracted from the movie and get caught watching the women he loved. he would do it for hours if he could, just sit and take in all there was to see, he would tell her how much he loved her and her him. They would be happy. They were happy.
Gil's thought's faded and he was slammed back into reality when his doorbell rang.
Slowly standing from his chair he opened the front door.
Catherine laid on her back staring at the ceiling. Three weeks, she thought. Three weeks.
Catherine looked around her. Eric was sleeping the right of her.
There was a barricaded window to the left and her left ankle was bound to the bedpost.
Three weeks..It seemed like forever. Why had one found them yet?
A small tear slide down the side of her face. How was she going to get out of this? How was she going to get back home?
Eric was right, she thought to herself soon they would stop looking for them if they hadn't already, they would just assume the worst..that they were dead.
"But I'm not" she whispered to herself " I'm not"
Catherine sat up and looked around her. She was going to get out of here if it was the last thing she ever did. She tugged at the chain around her ankle.
Eric began to stir. Catherine quickly laid back down.
After a few minutes she sat up again and yanked and pulled at her restraints until she had no more strength.
Eric sat up " What are you trying to do?" he reached over and softly touched her cheek.
Catherine flinched but there was no where for her to go.
"Catherine sweetie. If you want that off you should have just said so.Don't be afraid to ask me anything. I trust you baby, it's been three amazing, life changing weeks, and I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together. I trust you" he smiled as he unchained her leg. " There" he laid back down pulling her with him " Isn't this nice?"
Don't be afraid to ask me anything. " ok" she whispered " Why am I still alive?"
Eric was taken a back " What do you mean?"
Catherine jumped off the bed. " You kidnapped me and my daughter, you bring us here so you can live out so twisted little fantasy. Why? I don't want this. You have to let us go. I'm done playing house. What else do you want from me?"
Erick frowned " I don't know why you're so upset. I told you why you were here. Were going to be a family. It's not a fantasy" he stood up " it's coming true for me and for you." he smiled as he walked toward his closet.
Catherine shook her head " No..no..I had ..I have a family back in Vegas, my husband is looking for me, He is my family along with our daughter. You can't just find people and take them away and make them your own."
Eric baker shrugged as he reached into the closet, he ignored everything she was saying and pulled out a white zippered bag.
"Not a fantasy" he whispered pulling out a wedding dress " Reality. You are going to be my wife."
"NO." Catherine snapped back " You do what you want with me, but I 'm not going to marry you."
Eric dropped the dress " What do you mean do what I want!" he charged at her grabbing her face in his hands " I would never hurt you. I 'm not like that." he paused " I'm a man too and I have needs but I won't make you do anything your not ready to do."
Eric let go of her and she backed away. " Your sick" she snapped "Your crazy, you need help."
Eric grabbed her hand " You 'll get used to it. " he looked down at the wedding ring " You just have to forget."
Catherine tried to tug her hand away as Eric went for the ring on her finger.
"NO!" Catherine screamed trying to break free. " Give it back!"
Eric pulled the ring off and walked toward the bathroom.
"Eric don't !" she went after him grabbing the back of his shirt " Give it back."
Eric swung around " I don't want to hurt you, just let it go!"
Catherine ignored him and went in for the fight but it was too late.
Eric dropped the ring into the toilet and it was gone within seconds.
Catherine stood over the toilet,fresh tears filling her eyes.
"Unacceptable behavior." Eric scolded " Elizabeth made the same mistakes and she had to go. I don't like to hurt people but if it's necessary." he began grabbing her arm and yanking her with him. " WE can't have that!" he snapped " We can't have a perfect, loving family if you're going to screw it up. I've been so patient with you. It's been three weeks!" he screamed " how much time do you need?".." he snapped shoving her inside his closet. "Think about it!" he snapped slamming it shut.
Catherine let the tears fall. Hope was dying inside her. The thoughts and dreams of ever seeing Gil again, slowly faded.
"What are you doing here?" Gil asked Brass as he entered his home.
"Just came to see how you were doing ?" he replied sitting down on the couch. " So how are you?"
Gil scowled " How the hell do you think I am? I've lost my wife and daughter, I 've lost my job, my dignity, my friends. What do I have left?"
Brass sighed " Gil, I don't want to fight. And you haven't lost your friends, or your job. you haven't come back yet."
Gil shook his head " What the hell do want?"
Brass took a deep breath. "We had one suspect, we can't do anything until he is found, There are no other hits on the case.." he paused " and Ecklie thinks...Ecklie is making them close it. He wants them to move on the other cases."
Gil clenched " How can he do that?" It's not solved, he can't close it!"
Brass nodded " Gil it's been almost a month and.."
"YOU THINK THERE DEAD DON'T YOU?" Gil cut him off
Brass didn't answer.
"Get out of my house!" Gil walked to the door and opened it
"Gil I" Brass began.
"GET OUT!" Gil screamed
"I'm' sorry Gil, If I could do anything.."
Gil didn't wait for his excuse and slammed the door in his face.
Brass stood on the doorstep for a minute longer and then headed back to his tahoe.
Inside the house Gil had lost control. First it was a bout of rage and anger. He began throwing his fist around., punching the walls and anything that got in his way. Then it was heart ache and sadness, he fell to his knees and cried. How could he ever let go?
tbc
