I decided to write another section before going to bed tonight, so many
thoughts to get written down, so little time.
"Say a word, and I'll kill you," Joey threatened the young woman still on the floor. To her, it seemed as if he was imagining the act of murder as he said it. She tried to quickly debate her options. Should I call out for help? Or lunge at him and regain my gun? Maybe I should just stay quiet, and comply. She took the self-defence courses and the hostage- training seminar, but when it all came down to it, her mind was a blank. Money well spent.
He picked up the phone, his eyes, along with Sara's gun, aimed directly at her. "Yes?" He paused a moment, listening. "No, Sara isn't feeling so well... Yes, sleep, which is what she's doing... I know, with the little sleep she gets on a regular day, the flu really seems to drains her... Of course, I'll tell her you called... I will, good-bye."
In the last moment, she decided to go for it. "Grissom!" She called out, fear clearly in her voice. "Grissom!" She needed help, and he might be her last, best shot. She just hoped he'd hear her. He might have already hung up the phone by that point. Not only that, his hearing wasn't the greatest, so if the receiver wasn't right next to his ear, he'd more than likely hear nothing. Still, she prayed that he did.
Luckily for the woman, Joey didn't keep his word. He never shot her, rather opting for the throwing of the entire phone at a nearby wall. She figured that was a good sign, but wasn't looking forward to what was bound to come. Her head still pounding, she managed to get to her feet, and grab a hold of a floor lamp. She swung it towards him, trying desperately to hit him, hoping he'd either drop the gun, or fall from the impact. Neither was to happen, because he saw it coming and easily grabbed the base of the makeshift weapon, throwing it out of reach.
"No wonder every time you're with a man, things take a turn for the worse. Do you always attack the one's who care for you? The ones who try and help?"
That last statement sent Sara over the edge. "Help? You honestly think between the two of us, I'm the one who needs help? You've forced me to stay here, against my will. You've hurt me, more than once. Hell, you even threatened to kill me with my own gun!" She cursed herself for saying that last line. She really didn't want to remind the man of his previous threat.
"I wouldn't have had to do any of those things if it weren't for you getting so screwed up in the head so many years ago, that you won't let anyone near you. I'm not forcing you to stay," he yelled.
"No, that gun really looks like an open invitation to leave!" Again, she cursed herself. She wanted the conversation going anywhere but where it was headed. Mind you she was rather relieved that a conversation, no matter how heated, was taking place. This would give Grissom time to get there. Grissom time to bring the team, the cops, right now she'd gladly welcome the feds, she really didn't mind.
"It's your house!" He retorted.
"So, I'm free to go any time? I can just walk out that door? Or better yet, you leave. This *is* my house, remember?"
"It's not in your best interest, my leaving," he told her. "Why don't you understand this is all for you. You're sick. You need my help. Just let me help you. I love you Sara."
"You're a regular Hallmark, you are."
"Shut up. Just shut up," Joey ordered, waving the gun around. "We have to go. There's not much time. When they get here, it'll be too late. I'm the only one who really understands you. The one who gets what you are going through and what you really need."
Sara backed away, wishing she were the one closest to the door. Her home was small, and the only exit, unfortunately was behind her newest disaster of a man. She saw that now. The man for who he truly was. There was no loving this man after what he'd done. What he'd put her through.
She'd been in this situation before, granted the specifics had been different, and half of the cast had been replaced, but still, it was the same general formula. Sara plus creep equals no good. She just wished she'd figured out the equation sooner the first time around. It could have spared her what seemed like a lifetime of insecurities. A lifetime of fear. A lifetime of wishing she would just forget her past.
But for now, she was stuck in the present. And hoping with all her heart, there would soon be a future. She knew when, and if she got through this, she'd be quickly maxing out on her overtime again. She dealt with things, by not dealing with them. It was easier that way. Not completely ever facing the past, but having it linger around, only to float back to the surface every time she faced a similar situation, be it in her own life, or during a case.
She found herself being backed into a corner. Not soon after, her arms were forced behind her back, and tied tight with the man's tie. She was then being dragged across the room, towards the exit, the gun poking her side. She swore that her heart skipped a beat, during the short walk, but couldn't be sure. She was, however, sure about her heart rate speeding up, and her breathing becoming irregular.
She looked about the exterior for any sign of Grissom or the others, but not a sole was around. No one to alert the police, no one to save her from this nightmare. In a way, she almost wished this all was a nightmare, that she'd soon awaken, alone, but safe in her bed. She knew this was wishful thinking and not at all practical, but still she had the smallest hope. She needed something to hang on to, and since she no longer had the luxury of hoping Grissom would arrive before it was too late, she looked elsewhere. Before she had time to react, Joey had popped the trunk of his car, forced her inside, and duct taped her mouth, leaving her no way to call out for help. He closed the trunk lid, and shortly after that, started the engine, and drove away.
"Say a word, and I'll kill you," Joey threatened the young woman still on the floor. To her, it seemed as if he was imagining the act of murder as he said it. She tried to quickly debate her options. Should I call out for help? Or lunge at him and regain my gun? Maybe I should just stay quiet, and comply. She took the self-defence courses and the hostage- training seminar, but when it all came down to it, her mind was a blank. Money well spent.
He picked up the phone, his eyes, along with Sara's gun, aimed directly at her. "Yes?" He paused a moment, listening. "No, Sara isn't feeling so well... Yes, sleep, which is what she's doing... I know, with the little sleep she gets on a regular day, the flu really seems to drains her... Of course, I'll tell her you called... I will, good-bye."
In the last moment, she decided to go for it. "Grissom!" She called out, fear clearly in her voice. "Grissom!" She needed help, and he might be her last, best shot. She just hoped he'd hear her. He might have already hung up the phone by that point. Not only that, his hearing wasn't the greatest, so if the receiver wasn't right next to his ear, he'd more than likely hear nothing. Still, she prayed that he did.
Luckily for the woman, Joey didn't keep his word. He never shot her, rather opting for the throwing of the entire phone at a nearby wall. She figured that was a good sign, but wasn't looking forward to what was bound to come. Her head still pounding, she managed to get to her feet, and grab a hold of a floor lamp. She swung it towards him, trying desperately to hit him, hoping he'd either drop the gun, or fall from the impact. Neither was to happen, because he saw it coming and easily grabbed the base of the makeshift weapon, throwing it out of reach.
"No wonder every time you're with a man, things take a turn for the worse. Do you always attack the one's who care for you? The ones who try and help?"
That last statement sent Sara over the edge. "Help? You honestly think between the two of us, I'm the one who needs help? You've forced me to stay here, against my will. You've hurt me, more than once. Hell, you even threatened to kill me with my own gun!" She cursed herself for saying that last line. She really didn't want to remind the man of his previous threat.
"I wouldn't have had to do any of those things if it weren't for you getting so screwed up in the head so many years ago, that you won't let anyone near you. I'm not forcing you to stay," he yelled.
"No, that gun really looks like an open invitation to leave!" Again, she cursed herself. She wanted the conversation going anywhere but where it was headed. Mind you she was rather relieved that a conversation, no matter how heated, was taking place. This would give Grissom time to get there. Grissom time to bring the team, the cops, right now she'd gladly welcome the feds, she really didn't mind.
"It's your house!" He retorted.
"So, I'm free to go any time? I can just walk out that door? Or better yet, you leave. This *is* my house, remember?"
"It's not in your best interest, my leaving," he told her. "Why don't you understand this is all for you. You're sick. You need my help. Just let me help you. I love you Sara."
"You're a regular Hallmark, you are."
"Shut up. Just shut up," Joey ordered, waving the gun around. "We have to go. There's not much time. When they get here, it'll be too late. I'm the only one who really understands you. The one who gets what you are going through and what you really need."
Sara backed away, wishing she were the one closest to the door. Her home was small, and the only exit, unfortunately was behind her newest disaster of a man. She saw that now. The man for who he truly was. There was no loving this man after what he'd done. What he'd put her through.
She'd been in this situation before, granted the specifics had been different, and half of the cast had been replaced, but still, it was the same general formula. Sara plus creep equals no good. She just wished she'd figured out the equation sooner the first time around. It could have spared her what seemed like a lifetime of insecurities. A lifetime of fear. A lifetime of wishing she would just forget her past.
But for now, she was stuck in the present. And hoping with all her heart, there would soon be a future. She knew when, and if she got through this, she'd be quickly maxing out on her overtime again. She dealt with things, by not dealing with them. It was easier that way. Not completely ever facing the past, but having it linger around, only to float back to the surface every time she faced a similar situation, be it in her own life, or during a case.
She found herself being backed into a corner. Not soon after, her arms were forced behind her back, and tied tight with the man's tie. She was then being dragged across the room, towards the exit, the gun poking her side. She swore that her heart skipped a beat, during the short walk, but couldn't be sure. She was, however, sure about her heart rate speeding up, and her breathing becoming irregular.
She looked about the exterior for any sign of Grissom or the others, but not a sole was around. No one to alert the police, no one to save her from this nightmare. In a way, she almost wished this all was a nightmare, that she'd soon awaken, alone, but safe in her bed. She knew this was wishful thinking and not at all practical, but still she had the smallest hope. She needed something to hang on to, and since she no longer had the luxury of hoping Grissom would arrive before it was too late, she looked elsewhere. Before she had time to react, Joey had popped the trunk of his car, forced her inside, and duct taped her mouth, leaving her no way to call out for help. He closed the trunk lid, and shortly after that, started the engine, and drove away.
