Chapter 5: Contacting Satan

04:39am

Location Unidentified, Miami

Derek drew the needle out of the hostage's arm. That'd shut her up for a good couple of hours. Her saw her eyes drifting out of focus, before they closed and her head lolled onto the floor next to her. She was out cold, just how she should be. Derek admired his work as she laid there, her chest silently falling and rising, her eye moving quick and sharply behind her eyelids. He crossed his arms over his chest and threw the needle into the corner of the room. He took one last look at the girl and then walked out, shutting the door quietly behind him.

"She out?" Sammy asked, looking coldly up at Derek as he sat back down at the table, drawing out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Yeah. She won't be bothering us for a few hours." He replied, lighting the eng of his fag and inhaling deeply. It was to calm his nerves.

The mobile on the table suddenly rang. Derek looked down at it and froze.

"Sammy, it's him." He muttered quietly. Sammy raised an eyebrow and drew the phone towards him.

"Ah, so good old Horatio Caine, supposed to be the brightest man in Miami, but he can't even think of ringing his girlfriend's mobile after 10 hours. Well, lets see what he has to say." He joked. Derek smirked and puffed out a cloud of smoke, letting it trail in the air like a vapour of gas. Sammy reached for the mobile and flipped it open, pressing to his ear, a cold, merciless grin spreading over his wrinkled face.

"Calleigh?" Asked a voice over the line.

"Try again, sunshine." Sammy said into the phone, enjoying the note of concern and anxiety in the speaker's tone.

"Sammy." Growled the voice.

04:44am

Horatio Caine's Office, CSI Building, Miami

"The one and only, Caine. The one and only." Replied the voice on the phone. Horatio's face went rigid and twisted slowly into a snarl.

"Where is she, Sammy, what have you done with her?" He said fiercely, his other hand balled into a fist.

"Oh, she's with us, Cain, all nice and cosy. She's sleeping at the minute, under the influence of whatever was in the First Aid kit, but it's doing it's job and keeping her asleep, quiet as well for the matter." Sammy replied, his voice in a low whisper that made Horatio's stomach churning with hate.

"What did she ever do to you, Sammy; it's me you want to get at, not her." Horatio hissed back, making sure every once of poisonous hatred he had for the single man was put into that one tone.

"You're right with that one, Caine, she hasn't done anything to us, she's just unfortunate to be the one you seem to love so dearly. But oh, aren't we getting at you Caine, winding you up and up. If we're not satisfied with this one, we'll take more and more of your dear friends until you haven't got anyone but yourself. Then we'll see who the judge there, then we'll see who will be sending who to death. Your on my target list, Caine, you're at the very top, for what you did to my brother. If it hadn't been for you poking your stupid swabs and torches everywhere, he'd still be here and we wouldn't have to be in this situation. But you're the one that's fuelling us into doing it, so what can we say, but that it's your entire fault."

Horatio sat there, his eyes wider than he'd ever taken, realising his own part in all of this. He heard laughing at the end of the phone, and then the line went dead. He slowly put it down and put his head in his hands. There was a knock at his door and he heard the voice of Wolfe.

"Horatio, what's happened, who was that on the phone?" He blurted out.

"Satan himself, Ryan. I've just contacted Satan."

-growling- I am really sorry guys, I just can't get enough of story writing time in between my homework and my not homework but still work for school. I will really try harder at the weekend, butI can't promise anything. Thanks for reviewing though, it has helped so much! Please review, feel free to have a god at me because it's short, but if I were you great people, I would.

Really Sorry!

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