Chapter 6: Clever Calleigh

07:31am

CSI Building, Miami

Ryan sat in the lab, staring blank faced at the photos on the light backed table in front of him. They were of the blood splatters found at Calleigh's house. He sighed and ran a hand through his already messed up hair. Bags were under his eyes and his hand was trembling slightly. He'd hadn't had a nights sleep and had been working all the time since they had returned from processing Calleigh's house. There hadn't been much to process from the scene anyway. Only the tyre marks, the bullet found under the Hummer which had been shot at and the blood spatter.

He sighed and drew the tyre marks towards him. He looked at the patterns that the grooves from the tires had left. They were in a zigzag pattern with a line of dotted short lines on the outside of them. He opened his laptop and opened the tire tread pictures Delko had sent him from up stairs. Then he took the photo and the laptop over to the scanner, where he slid the photo under the lid and connected the scanner to his laptop.

Ryan pressed down the scan button and waited for the image to appear on his screen. When it did, he brought up the file of pictures and then put the scanned photo and the file into his matching programme. A loading bar appeared and it begun.

There was a sudden knock at the lab door. Ryan turned and saw Horatio come in, his face still pale from yesterday and his clothes wrinkled and creased. He had obviously got no sleep either. His eyes were faintly pink in the edges too, which showed that he'd done nothing but work and worry, not a good combo.

"Got anything from those tyre marks yet, Ryan?" He asked. His voice was low and slightly hoarse.

"Just doing them now, H. They'll be about 10 minute's tops." Ryan replied, stifling a yawn. Horatio nodded. Then a sudden though came to him.

"Ryan, do you know who's doing the ballistics on this case?" He asked, his eyes looking suddenly fierce. Ryan shook his head.

"I don't think anyone has done it yet." He said quietly. Horatio wasn't angry, or upset. He noticed the small light brown envelope sitting next to the blood spatter photo.

"That the bullet?" He asked, pointing at the envelope.

"Yeah." Horatio picked it up and felt the heavy bullet sway slightly.

"I'll do it then." Horatio murmured.

He walked out of the lab and down to Ballistics. There, he grabbed a white coat and reached out for the ear protectors. He saw Calleigh's pair, places on the shelf. Hers were pink, the others blue. Horatio let a small smile escape his lips. Then it faded as he thought of Calleigh lying somewhere, being injected with something in a dark dank room with Sammy somewhere, laughing as he watched it all happen. It made Horatio feel sick to his stomach. He grabbed the blue pair lying next to Calleigh's and put the on the table next to the bullet and got down Calleigh's bullet book.

08:56am

Location Unidentified, Miami

Calleigh slowly woke to a small ray of light through the murky green window. She groaned quietly and turned on her side. For one small moment, Calleigh was grateful for the gag, for she let out a small cry as her weight landed on her wounded shoulder. She recoiled and laid back on her other side, her breathing suddenly sharp. With a small jerk to her mind, she remembered where she was and suddenly fought against her bindings. But it was no use. Her arms were stiff and sore and her hand was tangled. Calleigh suddenly froze and moved her right hand. It was agony to do so, as it was joined to her shoulder, but somehow it had come free. A great surge of adrenaline passed through her veins and she began to slowly sit up, praying that one of her kidnappers wouldn't come through the door. She brought her other hand forward and slowly released it from the ropes. Then she reached for her bindings on her feet.

There was suddenly movement from outside the door. Panicking, Calleigh gathered the rope at her side and pushed it behind her. She laid down on it and closed her eyes, making her head turn to one side. She heard the door click open and the sound of heavy foot falls on the dusty floorboards underneath her.

"She looks kinda like an angel." Said a voice.

"One heck of a set though." Said a second voice, chuckling slowly. A pang of hate hissed through Calleigh's head but she remained still, listening to every word that they were saying.

"Do we need to give her more knock out?" Asked the first voice.

"Nah, she still out. We've gotta wait until she's awake, that's what Sammy said anyway." Replied the second. There was a small pause of silence then,

"Why don't we just kill her now, Derek? Then dump her body outside CSI. That's enough to twist Caine's pants in a knot." The first asked again.

"Because," Derek replied slowly, "Sammy wants to watch Caine suffer, just like he did when his bro was executed. That's why." Whispered Derek. "But don't worry; she'll be dead at the end of this."

Calleigh's hate turned to sickening fear and tears threatened at her eyes, but she still laid there.

"Well, you'd better take her down to the van, Charlie, I'll ring Sammy." Derek said.

"Where are we going this time anyway?" Charlie asked.

"Dunno, somewhere near the beach I think. Grab her and we'll be out of here. But mind her shoulder, if those stitches come loose, she'll bleed non-stop." Derek replied shortly. His footfall went out of the room, while Charlie's came towards her. Her felt his arms under her back and a cold prickling of fear suddenly shot through Calleigh again. But it seemed that he was too busy making sure that he didn't catch the stitches of her bullet wound. Then he draped her over his shoulder. He was still in crouch, so Calleigh whipped her hand down and grabbed one end of the rope. And gathered it as he began to stand. Then he began to walk slowly out of the room.

This was a really hard chapter to write. Sorry it wasn't updated sooner! My bad.

Please review, I did make it longer!

TheNextTitan