Title: Hostage Part Two
Author: Jen – privateradios (fanfiction and Livejournal) – tuesdaymorning (talkCSI)
Disclaimer: Only thing that is mine is Flack's sister that is mentioned later in this chapter.
Pairing: None yet.
Rating: FRT
A/N: Just to let you all know, chapters will become more violent and gruesome as time progresses. And I really didn't look back and review because I was pressed for time so maybe later, after a couple of chapters, I'll edit this.
He looks down at his hands when daylight emerges, bringing light into the faintly lit room. He sees the deep cuts running across his flesh and he closes his eyes because it's too painful to look. Flack guesses that he must have been up one hell of a fight because those defense wounds on his hands will leave haunting scars for the rest of his life.
He still has the same clothes on that he did before he was taken and he sighs in relief because that means that they didn't touch him. That means that they didn't take anything away from him and if his hands were still taped behind his back, he would reach for his cell phone and call for help.
The door behind him creaks open and Flack's breath catches in his throat. This will be the first time that he's had any sort of contact or communication since his kidnapping and as he's about to turn around to face his attacker, pain rips through his shoulder and he cries out, falling face first onto the cold and hard cement floor.
"I didn't say turn around." The voice behind him growls. "You wanna live? You gotta listen."
Flack swallows hard as the pain in his shoulder recedes. This was not a good situation to be in. Not at all.
And there's another whack to his shoulder and Flack cries out yet again, his shoulder protesting in pain as he falls to his side, his aching shoulder still numb in pain. From this angle, Flack's able to see the lower half of the attacker's body and an aluminum bat hanging from the assailant's hand.
"You answer me." The voice threatened and Flack could feel the hot tears escaping from his closed eyes and he can't help but nod, his voice coming out in a hoarse whisper of a yes.
The man walks around Flack, the bat dragging across the floor, taunting and teasing and Flack's not sure what he did so wrong to deserve this. He's not even sure how he even got here let alone who this man was. Flack swallows hard and cautiously looks up. "How many are there?"
The man's pacing stops and the bat gently taps on the cement floor. "How many what?"
Flack swallows hard again. "Of you."
"Five." He answers, an atrocious laugh following as the man brings up the bat and slowly runs it down Flack's back. "And we're all ready to have some fun with you Donny."
That name. That nickname. That name that he had been called when he was younger by his friends and family and just the sound of that name sends shivers down Flack's spine. That name was never to reemerge again because at the age of eighteen, Flack decided that Donny was to be kept with the past and that Don would be the new him.
Donny was seventeen. Don is twenty-seven.
"How, how did you know about my nickname?" Flack asks, his words coming out in shaky breaths.
The bat runs up and down his back, taunting and every time the aluminum touches his clothes, it feels like acid burning through his flesh. "We know everything about you Donny. Everything. We know about your sister, your mother, your father and all those little secrets you didn't want anyone to know. All of them." And the bat stops at the middle of his back and before Flack can react to the statements, the man is pressing the bat deep into his flesh and Flack cries out in pain.
They wanted something and Flack wasn't sure he could even give it to them.
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"His apartment door is unlocked." Stella says, fingers wrapped around the door handle as she casts Mac a nervous glance. Door unlocked never meant anything good.
"Open it." Danny says a little too anxiously as he bounces on the heels of his feet. He just wants to find Flack and make sure that the other man is all right.
Ever since Flack had not returned to work the next day, hadn't answered his cell phone or made any contact with anyone, Mac had discussed his plans with Stella earlier in the day that making a visit to Flack's apartment was probably a good idea and she agreed. It would have been just the two of them but Danny had hunted them down only moments after their conversation ended and demanded that he too went along.
And so there the three of them stood outside of Flack's apartment door ready to head inside.
Mac looks at Stella and nods at her, eyes moving towards Flack's door as his hands move to the gun positioned in his holster. Just incase, you never know when he'd need to pull it out.
She notices the nod and in an instant, she turns the door knob and slowly pushes open the door. And right when the door fully opens, a horrible yet familiar smell fills their nostrils and Stella quickly blocks her nose with the back of her wrist from the pungent smell of decaying flesh.
"We've got a dead body!" Stella cries as she hastily moves inside the apartment, not caring at all about the precautions of securing a scene. There's a dead body in Flack's apartment and as she rushes down the hall, she prays and prays that it's not Flack's.
It can't be Flack's. It can not be Flack's. She repeatedly tells herself as she stumbles into the kitchen and there on the floor lays a woman's body covered in bloody sheets. Her blonde hair falls besides her face and her arms are spread above her head in a symbolic position indicating that they had been moved after death. There are scars on her face, arms and legs and Stella feels her stomach do flips.
Danny moves behind Stella, Mac on his heels, and Danny's flashlight lowers as he sighs, his face frowning. "Her eyes are still open."
Stella feels herself shaking as she swallows hard; her stomach still doing those damn flips. "Danny, why is there a dead woman in Flack's apartment?"
TBC.
