Chapter 3
Disclaimer: The familiar names are not mine, alas they belong to the big wigs of CBS. The unfamiliar names are mine.
Summary: Calleigh's been taken. By who?
Chapter 3
He couldn't believe his luck. He had gotten away with it. He glanced back at her sleeping form, his excitement rising inside of him. Finally, he had her to himself. He parked the car in the shed and got out, almost skipping. Smile formed as he picked her up effortlessly, hoping that he wouldn't disturb her. He opened the door to his home while holding her in his arms. He drank in her scent as he maneuvered her across his shoulder. He could barely contain his joy.He carried her to a bedroom and laid her across a bed, smoothing her hair away from her face. Her beauty crippled him for a moment as he gazed upon her peaceful features. " Remember what to do next", a voice said from inside of his head. He nodded to the phantom voice and quickly tied her delicate wrists to the bed post. He noticed as he was tying, that she had scars on both of her wrists.
" You're a tortured soul too," he said softly. The sound of his voice was heavy in the stillness of the room and it carried sadness. "Don't worry, Calleigh, I will take care of you."
After he finished tying her to the bed , took off her boots and placed them neatly onto the floor.
" Mother always said not to put your shoes on the bed. We must be obedient," he explained. He then stood over her and watched her for hours. When he left the room, the sun was just peeking up above the horizon. He had to prepare for work, and he couldn't be late. He had to maintain appearances to keep his new gift perfect, hidden from the rest of the world. She was far away from the life she once knew, and hopefully she would grow to love her new life. With him.
S/C
It had been almost eleven hours since Speed had arrived at Calliegh's to find her missing, and he was unraveling at the seams. He watched as Horatio and Eric began the preliminary search of the scene. Scene. Her house is a crime scene, Speed thought with tears in his eyes. He stood by his bike talking to Tripp as they moved in and out of the house. It was like she had disappeared into thin air. There were no traces of anything, no fingerprints, hairs, nothing. Nothing except the unspent bullet that Speed had found on her front yard.
" So how did you get in again?" Tripp asked as Speed stared into the distance.
"Huh?"
" How did you get in?"
" There is a spare key that she kept in a flower pot. Only she and I knew about it. I told all of this to Horatio when he got here," Speed replied. He sensed his tolerance level dropping.
" So , you walk in, and you go to the kitchen first?"
" Yeah. What's with the questions, Frank? Am I a suspect?" Speed said giving Frank his full attention now.
" You were the first to arrive at the scene right?"Frank replied, also gearing himself up.
" She's my girlfriend, Frank. I wouldn't hurt her."
" You had a bad day yesterday, with the shootout. Maybe you were a little wound up," a voice said behind them. Speed instantly knew who it was, Jack Seager IAB.
Speed turned around quickly and glared at him, " This has nothing to do with that. I took your poly, why are you still busting me with that?"
" You refused to complete it, Speedle. I hardly call that cooperation. You were involved with Detective Duquense?"
" Yes , we are involved, if it's any of your business," Speed replied moving within inches of Jack's face.
" It's IAB's business when a detective goes missing. I'm recommending that you be relieved of duty until the investigation is over ," Seager said turning around to face Horatio who had approached when he saw Seager arrive. " Conflict of interest."
" We need every available man to look for Detective Duquense," Horatio stated with his hands on his hips.
" He's too close Caine. Way too close. He could pose a problem if he suddenly became a suspect," Seager replied.
Hearing those words, Speed pulled back and punched Seager in the face, sending the agent toppling to the ground. He advanced on Seager intending to continue his attack, but Horatio, Frank, and Eric held him back. Speed struggled against his oppressors trying to reach Seager again, " You son of a bitch, I wouldn't hurt Calleigh to save my own life. I love her."Speed stopped struggling and snatched away from the men. Tears of pain and fury threatened to overflow .
Seager got up , holding his eye, he would surely be sporting a nasty black eye later on.
" Horatio, I'm recommending he be suspended until the investigation is over. Then I'm going after his badge."
" Jack, in this country, we are supposed to be innocent until proven guilty. How about you let us do our job so we can find Detective Duquense. I'll handle my personnel," Horatio said glancing down at the ground.
" Fine, do your jobs, but Speedle is off the case," Seager said to Horatio. " And you. Don't go anywhere," he said pointing to Speed. He then walked back to his car and left the scene.
Horatio glared at Speed. He understood what he was going through but he lost his self control and that may have cost him his job, and Calleigh's life.
" Speed..." Horatio started. He saw as Speed nodded his head side to side and took his 9mm out of it's holster, slid the clip out , and discharged the round in the chamber. He then unclipped his badge from his belt and handed it to Horatio.
" Speed, c'mon man." Eric said
" Find her. Please just find her," Speed said as he got onto his bike. He left her house with the wind in his hair, tears in his eyes, and her in his heart.
TBC...