Tara woke up to a new nightmare. She reminisced in the fragments she could remember. She was in the CSI parking lot when she was kidnapped in her own car. SHe was bound and gagged and drugged with chloroform. Tara realized her condition right then Tara was naked and bruised in a metal, warehouse, maybe? She didn't now where she was or what was happening, except for the fact that she was being tortured. She was in a small metal building, with slippery clean tile. The tile was really cold, and the A/C in the building was set around fifteen degrees Farenheit, and she was naked. Tara shivered, but not from cold. From fear. She got up and winced, shen she looked down at her legs and torso she realized she had been beaten by him. She knew she had to keep her body temperature as high as possible, so she kept moving.
Tara had searched the warehouse for any way to escape, but her search was interrupted by a loud, terrifying laugh. It sounded muffled, so Tara looked around for the source. The laughing continued, but then she saw the video camera and loudspeaker on the ceiling. It was about fifteen feet up. He was watching her suffer.
"Why, good morning sleepy head. I hoped- I mean thought, you'd never wake up. Are you too hot down there?", the voice announced before the disturbing laugh started again. It was silent after about a minute. Tara sat down on the tile and curled her body up into a fetal position to keep warm, and she cried. Her condensed breath formed a cloud around her.
"Hey Gris, where's Tara? We need her here ASAP. We found some new evidence in the quadruple homicide case!", Catherine asked him. He rubbed his temples and sighed as he put his glasses back on.
"I sent her home. She's been pulling doubles all week. She needed a break. Get Greg to analyze it.", Grissom said. He had just been peicing together the evidence in his mind on that case, and he almost had it when Catherine came in, and now he had to start over.
"Greg can't. He's still looking for more evidence at the scene right now. That is why we hired Tara, remember?", Catherine snapped, getting annoyed. "Just call her, Gil. She loves her job, she'd be glad to help out a little longer.", Catherine whined, her hands folded across her chest. Grissom gave in and picked up the phone. He dialed her cell and hung up. "What is it now?", Catherine asked.
"Nobody answered, but her phone is on. It rang several times. I'll try her home phone." Grissom tried three times and gave up. "She's gotta be home. She always answers her cell, and she should be at home. She was covered in lunch meat, she would've gone home to change."
"Oh she's fine. She's probably in the shower. Tara is just fine."