Chp 2

Marissa trudged down the sewer way breathing out of her mouth. She unclipped her metal detector and plunged it underneath the unknown goop under her feet and began sweeping it as she walked.

"Anything going on up there?" Marissa asked as she bent over and plunged her arm below the slowly rising tide and coming up with a bullet.

"Mac's coming over." She heard Stella say in her ear piece.

"Peachy!" She continued to sweep in circles down the tunnel. The water was coming down fast from an opening some way down the tunnel. "Just tell him I'm down the street or something I don't know make up something." She stopped talking when she heard them start talking over the frequency, and smiled when Stella told him she was down the street following treads.

Marissa continued making her way deeper down the tunnel until she hit an alcove and the floor went for a sudden drop. Marissa tripped and landed on her knee under water.

"Shit that hurt!" She swore out loud and quickly shut her mouth not knowing if Mac had left. She got up and noticed the water come up to her waist. She looked ahead and noticed a sewer trap. She took a breath and listening in the frequency to make sure only Stella heard her, but there was no such luck.

"Marissa, where are you?" She heard Mac bellow through the frequency; she bit her tongue and gave up.

"Umm on 11th street I think." She said defeated. Just then her metal detector got stuck against the trap; it being pure metal. She tried to disengage it but it was no use.

"Okay I'm heading over, don't move." He said; he must have gotten the number from Stella and punched it in his own.

"You won't find me Mac." She stated inserting her feet on both side of the bars and pulled with all her might. Finally it let go and sent her flying backwards. She almost got her head underwater but grabbed the bars to prop herself up.

"What do you mean I won't find you?" He said losing patience and getting irritated.

Marissa righted herself and tugged up her metal detector and smiled when she found an attached automatic weapon.

"I'm beneath your feet." She had just managed to put the gun back in a pouch when a jet of water burst threw a tube and sending the tide rising. Just then her mind went blank and she was invaded with a distant memory.

Author's Note: The idea for this fic came to after I began to read 'Heat Wave' from Max Allen Collins…he's an excellent CSI writer and I urge you all to read his work…Tell me your thoughts please…

Brit -xox-