Sara and Catherine had dealt with the pain, and it soon went away. The people came back into the room. "Well…it seems you two both have stronger immune systems than we had hoped," one of them said kneeling down between them. "Do, this is what we're going to do…" he said looking at both of them. "Tony requested that the blonde be killed quickly…" he said looking at Catherine and then turning to look at Sara. "And that the brunette be killed nice and slowly…" he said with a slight grin.
Grissom hadn't been sleeping. There was too much on his mind for sleep. He had gotten another note that morning.
"If their immune systems are strong enough to deal with what we have dished out now, we will kill them another way. Willows will die quickly. Sidle will die slowly…"
Grissom was worried about the welfare of both of them, now. They had no leads. The address that was thrown out was to no avail. He sighed as he lowered his head in his hands. Warrick, Nick, and Greg walked into the room. "Grissom," started Nick. "One of the notes said that they were out of sight," he said. "So, that got us thinking," he continued.
"Out of sight…that could mean that it's in the middle of nowhere, in an old warehouse maybe," Warrick said. "Yeah, and these guys seem pretty crafty," Greg went on. "Old warehouse?" Grissom said looking up. "There's gotta be tons of those in Vegas," he said sighing. "Yes…but look at the paper they used to write the notes," Nick said handing him the piece of paper. "Wilston Industries…" Grissom read aloud. "That's right next to that address we had!" he exclaimed standing up. "Come on, call Brass! We're going right now!" he said running out of the room.
One of the men held a gun and a knife in his hands. "How'd you like to go, sweetheart? Bullet to the head or…" he didn't finish. "You get the idea." Catherine was shaking now more than ever. She didn't want to die. Not now, not here. She wanted to see Lindsey grow up; she wanted to live her life! One of the men whispered something to the other. "Okay…we have decided to make you watch us kill the other one, so…" he dropped the weapons. "Let's begin, shall we?"
Now, Sara was the one shaking even more. She was when they looked like they were about to kill Catherine, but now she felt nauseous and woozy. "Bring it out," one of them said. Another came into the room holding a small box. They opened it up and moved out of the way. Sara didn't know what was about to happen, until she heard hissing. Sara had read about this snake before. It was an inland taipan. These snakes were only found in Australia!
"H-How did you get that snake?" she asked, beads of sweat dripping down her face. "We have our ways," one of them said. The snake moved closer and closer to her, until it sunk its teeth into her flesh. "Just a matter of time now," one of them said watching. Sara felt excruciating pain. She read about how one bite from one of these snakes could leave the victim with vomiting, convulsions, or even in a coma. "You're sick," Catherine said looking at them. They just smiled and put the snake back in the box. They then shot Catherine in the shoulder.
"Hmm…I guess you'll both die slowly…" one of them started. "But one of you will die first, and it'll be you," he said looking at Catherine. Sara threw up in a corner behind her, shaking as the poisonous venom spread throughout her body.
Grissom and the rest arrived at the building, drawing their weapons. "Las Vegas police! It's all over now, fellas!" Brass said kicking down the door.
TBC…