Untitled Chapter 2
Jordan woke up, tied to a chair with Sara on a chair beside her.
"Oooo..." Sara groaned.
"Sara? You ok?" Jordan asked, her head bumped the wall and hit her bruise. "Ssss!" She sucked air in through her teeth, "Ahh!"
Sara began to open her eyes. "Jordan? Where are we? Did he... rape us?"
"NO! Sara no. I won't let him either..." Jordan heard a door open, "Sara, pretend you're still knocked out." Jordan whispered.
She and Sara lay there, pretending that they were still unconscious. "Damn..." They heard a man whisper, "Too bad..." They heard him walk out and close the door.
"Is he gone?" Sara whispered.
"I think so..." Jordan opened one eye and saw that he was gone. "Yes. Sara, what are we going to do?" Jordan asked.
"First we've got to get these off." She pointed to Jordan's bindings.
"Yeah... How?" Jordan looked at here expectantly.
"Um... here." She moved the chair quietly so that her hands could reach Jordan's. She untied her hands and when Jordan was free she untied Sara's hands.
Sara reached down and untied her feet, Jordan followed suit.
"Now we need a weapon..." Jordan looked from right to left, she saw a crowbar and went over and picked it up.
"This'll do." She smiled.
"Now we need a plan..." Sara heard the door open again.
"No!" She said quickly. The man walked down and saw Sara, but not Jordan.
"Oh... you're awake... time to have some fun but where's your pretty companion?" The man looked at her with his oily hair and black eyes.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about." Sara looked at him, innocently.
"Stupid bitch!" He slapped her across the face. "Do NOT lie to ME!" He spat in her face while he was yelling.
"Fine... every time you lie to me, I will take piece of clothing off you. So... is your name Sara Sidle? Don't lie now..." Jordan looked at Sara and shook her head.
"Yes." Sara looked at him.
"Good..." He kissed her cheek.
"Did you know that we are filming all this and Gil Grissom is watching it?"
Sara gulped, "No."
"Attagirl." He kissed her neck. "Do you love Mr. Grissom?"
"N...no..." She replied.
"Oh... Sara... you shouldn't lie..." He pulled her top off to reveal her bra.
"Next question, is your friend in here?"
"No."
"Sara! No lying!" He picked her up and lay her down on the cold floor where he pulled off her jeans.
"Come on Sara... only two more pieces and I've got you." He laughed, "Where is your friend?"
"Here." She answered.
"Oh so she is here..." He turned around and saw Jordan. "Hello." He saw the crowbar and he grabbed it.
"Sara... Do you want to go home? I mean Las Vegas." He asked.
"Yes."
"Good..." He kissed her breast.
"Do you like this?"
"No."
"Hmmm..." He kissed her other breast.
"STOP!" Jordan screamed all of a sudden.
"Why Ms. Cavanaugh, what's the matter?" He smiled at her.
"You... please... let her go..." The man walked over to Jordan.
"Why?" He asked.
"Please? I'll... do... anything..."
"You know that your precious Hoyt is watching too?" Jordan nodded.
"Can I ask you a question?" Jordan asked.
"Why not."
"How do you know all about us if we were random?" Jordan asked.
"Well... you aren't. All the women are not random. Christy was a slut who said she wouldn't sleep with me and Carla was the same. Jessica was my friend, until she slept with my friend. Freeda was my girlfriend but she dumped me, and so was Hope. And you and Jordan are working on the case to find me. So that is your answer. Now... Jordan... be prepared for a fun night."
"I'm sorry Woody..." She told nobody in particular.
WITH WOODY, GRISSOM AND THE MORGUE
Woody and Grissom were getting angrier by the moment. Warrick, Nick, Greg and Catherine had never seen him this angry before, and it scared them.
"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch..." Woody said as he saw Jordan standing there in only her bra and underwear.
"Not if I get him first!" Grissom walked away and got to work on finding out where they were.
Nigel rushed in. "Grissom! You have to see this!" They ran into the conference room where they were watching everything that happened.
"See that? It's Jordan's cell phone!" Nigel pointed to a little black dot on the screen.
"So?" Greg asked.
"Duh! You were a DNA kid and you worked in a lab and yet you can't think!" Nigel told him.
Greg thought for a second.
"Does she have a tracer on her phone?"
"Question of the day... yes. We can trace her!" they all rushed back into the morgue's lab to trace Jordan's phone and save the two women.