Chapter 4: Caring out of Kindness
23:56pm
Horatio's Hummer
Horatio sat in his Hummer, his mind racing. His glasses were over his yes, hiding the sheer horror of his expression behind a single layer of tinted glass. The others had returned back to the Labs, hoping to find some trace of the kidnappers. But, deep inside his mind, Horatio knew that this had been done with the utmost caution and planning. This was someone that knew the drill of the CSI team, a problem that was becoming more and more common among criminals. It was usually annoying, but in this situation, it made Horatio go pale. He whacked the steering wheel with the hilt of his hand, anger beginning to overcome horror. Why had this happened? Why didn't Calleigh tell him about the hand wound? But with another pang of guilt, he realised why and seemed to slump in the driver's seat. Calleigh hadn't said anything so that all of them could be safe. She was sacrificing her own life for them. Horatio leapt out of the sick pool of fear and jerked the Hummer awake. It burst into life and Horatio pressed the pedal down, sending it surging forwards.
00:06am
Location Unidentified, Miami
Calleigh awoke to the sound of murmuring voices. She felt groggy and stiff, her legs unable to move. She tried to sit up, but a wave sickness brought on by the agony in her shoulder drew her back down to wherever she was lying. She hoped that there would be some source of light, but the only one was coming from the cracks in the door and even that was dim. It was with a sudden jolt that she remembered what happened and tears swelled in her puffy eyes. She should have told someone, she knew that, but she didn't want them getting involved, she only wanted safety for them. The whole ordeal of this was starting to form a lump in her throat, constricting her breath. Calleigh gasped and let yet more tears flow down her cheeks. The sound of murmuring voices stopped and a silence overcame the area. Not even a floorboard moved. It was as though time had kicked this derelict house into stopping from doing anything.
Then, the sound of a chair grazing along the wooden floorboards, the heavy footsteps and the squeal of a door handle turning. Calleigh wanted to scream, but had only to discover her mouth had been covered with duck tape. Her hands were tied underneath her, cutting into her skin. So were her legs too. As the door opened, Calleigh whimpered. In came a man, tall surly, an evil grin drawn on his face, a needle ready in his hand.
01:16am
CSI Building, Miami
Alexx was staring at the metal table, a look of pain and grief on her face. A grate wave of anger was sweeping through her, making her livid and merciless. At she gazed at the holes in the table, she was hoping, at the back of her mind that she wouldn't have Calleigh on this table. She could only grimace at the though of what her friend was going through right now.
There was a knock at the door and Delko came in, his face set, his whole body tense.
"We couldn't find any trace evidence at the scene, but what we could see was that the tyre marks are from a Toyota van. That's all we could come up with so far." He said, staring at his own feet. Alexx nodded, the bags under her eyes suddenly visible. Delko noticed this.
"Why don't you get home, there's not much to do here at the moment." He said, looking concerned at Alexx as she shook her head.
"There may be nothing I can do here, but I can stay here for her though Delko, that's all I can do now." She murmured, tears swelling in her eyes. Delko, took her in her arms. Not out of love, but out of the kindness of his heart. He cared for the whole team, he cared for their safety.
I know it's short, but I have stacks of homework.