A/N: Okay here's the next chapter sorry for the wait I've been busy with swimming and dentist appointments and house cleaning and other stuff that isn't really important. Well hope you like this
Chapter Three:
Catherine sat in the drivers' seat of the sports car. The man sat next to her holding a gun to her head. Earlier they had pulled over; climbed into one car and she crashed it into her Denali flipping it over a couple times. Then he told he to drive the car further down the road and they switched again. Now she was just driving around the city and not once did the squad cars that speed by her noticed that it was her. Coming to a red light she stopped and took the chance to look at the man.
"Where do you want be to go," she asked softly. The man had blonde hair that was a bit messy and he wore jeans and a tee shirt. He just continued to stare at her so she decided to go where she wanted.
"Where are you going," he asked after thirty minutes as they pulled into a fast food restaurant drive through.
"I'm hungry," she lied and pulled out her wallet. "Would you like something to eat or are you just going to watch me the entire time?"
"Bacon cheeseburger and fries," he said hiding the gun. She quickly ordered two meals and pulled up to the window. She paid and took the food and speed off.
"So ... any particular destination or no," she asked speeding through an intersection. Turning quickly she left skid marks and almost caused a car crash.
"Careful," he said nearly hitting his head on the window. "Go where ever you feel safe. Other then the lab or the police station."
"Okay," she thought for a moment. The safest place she felt was at Grissom's, when he was there and he wasn't, or with her daughter. But could she risk putting Lindsey in danger with this man around. 'You have a gun on you and two more in your closet,' she reminded herself. Making up her mind she headed towards her house. 'Please be asleep Linds, please.'
In ten minutes she had pulled up to her house and skidded to a halt. 'Damn neighbors,' she thought noticing some looking out there windows. He took the keys from her stepped out and walked around to her side. Opening her door he stepped aside to let her out. When she got out his hand gripped her arm and pulled her close to him.
"Your hair smells like strawberries," he whispered to her as they made there way towards the front door. When they got to the door she unlocked it and entered with him close behind. Once they were inside he locked the door and released her. Handing her the bag of food he pushed her towards the kitchen.
"Mo..." Lindsey voice was heard along with running feet but they quickly stopped.
"Baby," Catherine whispered bending down. "You are supposed to be asleep," she whispered.
"I woke up to the news," Lindsey said smiling at her mom. "You brought food!"
"Lindsey ..."
"Living room. Now!" The man shouted behind her pulling her up and pushing her.
"Alright hold your horses," she snapped taking Lindsey by the hand and pulling her towards the living room. When she entered she saw the babysitter looking at her clearly afraid. "How bout we let them go? Lindsey is only a kid and Morgan is just a babysitter. Please let ..."
"The babysitter can leave the kid stays," the man snapped and Morgan rushed out. Lindsey hid behind her mom and gripped her leg tightly.
"Mommy," she whined looking at the knife and gun attached to his belt. "Is he going to kill us?"
"Shut up kid," he yelled at her and went to grab her but Catherine's hand reached out and smacked him.
"Don't you ..." she stopped mid sentence when he grabbed her by the throat and rushed her into a wall. Lindsey was still gripping her leg and screaming. He pulled the gun and held it to her temple and she closed her eyes.
"Do you want Lindsey to see mommy's brains all over the wall," he asked and both shuck there heads no. "Good," he released her. "Now sit on the couch and shut up!"
"Fuck you," She whispered to him so only he could hear what she said.
"What did you say to me bitch," he stepped closer to her.
"Nothing," she said softly and he walked off. "Come on Linds lets go to the couch."
"Okay," Lindsey ran over to the couch. When her mom sat next to her she climbed into her lap. Catherine put one arm around her waist and stroked her hair as she laid her head on her shoulder. "Mommy I'm scared."
"I know baby. I know," she sighed and kissed her daughters forehead.
"He has a gun. It looks like yours. Is he a cop?" Lindsey tilted her head up to look at her mom.
"No baby he isn't a cop. He's ..."
"Where's your gun," the man yelled from the doorway. When she didn't answer he sprinted at her and grabbed Lindsey.
"Mommy!" Lindsey screamed kicking at the man but stopped when he put the gun to her temple. She began to cry in fear.
"Put her down please," Catherine begged standing up. "Please just put my baby down. You're hurting her."
"Where is your gun?" He yelled tightening his grip around Lindsey.
"Its right here," she went to pull it from its holster.
"Stop!" He yelled and she froze. "Hands in front of you," he tightened his grip again and Lindsey cried out in pain. "Take the jacket off so I can see the gun."
"Okay," she pulled off her jacket and cursed herself for wearing a low cut shirt. "Please put her down."
"Hands to your side." he lowered Lindsey to the floor. "Give her your jacket and then she goes to her room."
"Alright," She bent down and Lindsey ran to her. "Lindsey baby I need you to take mommy's jacket and go back to your room."
"No he will hurt you," she replied through tears. "I don't want to leave you alone with him."
"I know baby," she pulled Lindsey into a hug. "I know baby but you need to do as I say," she lowered her voice. "My cell phone is in the jacket," she stroked Lindsey hair and raised her voice. "I know you want to stay with me but I want you to go to your room okay baby."
"No, I won't let him hurt you," Lindsey pulled away. "Daddy hurt you and I couldn't do anything then but I can now. I'm bigger!"
"Daddy ... Lindsey," she didn't know what to say. One she didn't know Lindsey knew about the beatings from Eddie and two she wasn't sure how to tell her daughter not to stay for her safety because she would do the same thing for Lindsey or anyone else for that matter. "Lindsey please ..."
"Go to your room now!" The man yelled and Lindsey screamed in fear and ran to her room.
"You're scaring her," she looked up at him but didn't stand. He stormed over to her and pulled her up by the arm.
"Fear is good for you," he said with a cold look. Releasing her arm he placed both hands on her waist. With one hand he moved down to her holster and snapped it off her belt and threw it across the room. Then replacing his hand on her waist he pulled her close to him.
Lindsey entered her room and quickly removed her mom's cell phone. Using speed dial she called Grissom. "Hello Uncle Grissom," she whispered when he answered. "I don't want that man to hear ...no I'm in my room mommy and that man are in the living room. I don't want mommy to get hurt like daddy did to her ..." the phone cut out after he spoke and she climbed behind her bed to hide. She heard her mom scream something but wasn't sure what it was then everything went silent.
A/N Hope you like this R&R please
