Phone Calls

by Kris the Jukebox Hero

The CSIs investigate a mysterious phone call that was ended by a gunshot and a scream. A 16 year old girl goes missing. One member finds her and his phone call is ended the same way. Will they find them both in time?

5. Part Five Left Alone

Phone Calls

Part Five -- Left Alone

By: BTS

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It had been hours since Joe and Steve left the two captives. There was a fight upstairs but it didn't last long before they stopped. The front door slammed shut as the two of them left. Ryan was left to hang there in extreme pain. His chest burned from the torture. He didn't want to know what else Steve had planned on doing to him and Rosita.

He looked down at Rosita. She was probably sleeping. Her breathing was almost back to normal. Rosita groaned and switched positions; so now she was looking at him. Her dark brown eyes looked at him confused. She didn't say anything; just stared at him.

"Who are you?" she finally asked, her voice was low.

"Ryan Wolfe. I'm with the crime lab." Ryan answered.

"Where's Steve?"

"He left a while ago."

Rosita smiled and closed her eyes, "Good. I don't have to worry about getting hurt for a few hours."

"What happened to you?"

"He beat me with a bat. Than took a sledge hammer to my knee."

Ryan felt sad for the girl and nervous. If he could do all that to an innocent girls; there was no telling what Steve could do to him. Before Steve had left, he had injected something into Ryan's arm. And now he was beginning to feel the effects. His eyes began to close, his vision began to blur, and his entire body was going numb. He was slipping into the world of darkness.

Mr. Sanchez was eagerly pacing back and forth in the lobby of the crime lab. Horatio hadn't come back yet with news on the whereabouts of his missing daughter. Sure he felt bad about the CSI that got caught looking for his daughter but what about his own flesh and blood? He kept telling himself that his daughter was alive and unharmed; his heart was telling him otherwise.

Eric was reviewing the call Ryan had made to 911. He listened to it about five times before Horatio came in.

"He does finish his sentence and say where he is." Eric sighed.

"Can you trace the call?" Horatio asked.

"No. It's not long enough."

Eric listened to it again. The phone dropping, the struggle, soft thump, and then the phone going dead. Eric let out a heavy sigh.

"Eric… what is this?" Horatio asked, noticing the scrambled words on the post it.

"Ryan found it at the crime scene and was trying to decode it."

"Eric… decode it and find Ryan." Horatio said before he left.

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Well there ya go. Another short chapter. I'll try to update soon.