Pieces
Chapter 2
The intensity of the pain shooting through his nerves awoke him. The agony shot through the foggy haze that was adrift in his current state of mind. He became more and more aware of his surroundings, as his right hand pulsed fresh waves of pain back to his head. He felt a tube coursing its way down his throat, and through his mouth, taped to his lips. He also picked up on the faint sound of a ventilator.
He needed to see what was going on. So he pried his eyes open slightly to find blurred vision. He blinked a few times, as the vision cleared more clearly, he was in a dark rather sterile looking room. It was unnaturally cold in there, it reminded him slightly of the morgue. He saw within his eye line the ventilator on a table beside him, and the tube running from it to him.
As things started to become alot more clearer, he was onslaughted with the memories of what happened before. He closed his eyes groaning mentally.
He was finally home, home to spend the day sleeping. He wanted to be fresh for when Sara arrived. He was happy that she agreed to play hooky with him. He really wanted to take her out on a real date for awhile now. He unlocked his front door and let himself in the house. He pulled off his coat tiredly and kicked off his shoes, stepping further into the house. He moved to the kitchen and hit a button on his answering machine.
"Hey Grissom, Its' Sara, I was wondering if we were going anywhere special, Do i need to dress up? Call me back." Her voice was music to his ears. Gil chuckled at the messenge though as he went to grab his cell phone, but then remembered it was in his coat pocket which was back at the entryway. He trudged back to the coat slowly, digging through the pockets but not finding his cell phone.
He glanced up towards the door for a moment, when he noticed his front door was ajar. He looked at it curiously, cocking his head slightly. He knew he shut it, something weird was going on. He pushed the door closed again, still staring at it slightly. That was unusual.
Suddenly he felt hands on his shoulder blades, they forced him forward, face first into the door. He was stunned, an intruder in his house. He instinctively placed the palms of his hands on the door and pushed back into the attacker. He felt the attacker stumble back, as he turned around as quick as he could, reaching for his holster.
It wasn't there. Shit. He glanced up at his attacker, the man was a couple inches taller then him and looked as though he was very athletic.
"Hello Mr. Grissom." The attacker smirked, his hair seemed black from in the darkness, and there were heavy shadows covering his features on his face.
"What do you want" Gil asked calmly, but keeping his distance.
"You." The man growled in a low tone as he launched himself at Gil again. Grissom was a bit more prepared this time, he immediatly drew his hands into fists and brought them up to his face, protecting it. The attacker punched directly into Gils' right forearm, hard enough for him to drop his arms some. The man then wrapped his hands around Gils' wrists.
"Come with me." The man growled as he pulled Gil back through the house. Of course he had no choice but to follow, stumbling along as the man lead him to his own bedroom. He then let go of his left arm, not his right though.
"What are you doing?" Gil hissed.
"Leaving a messenge." The man pulled Gils' cell phone from his pants pocket, and forced it into Gils' hand. The CSI looked at the mans' face, trying to figure out what was going on. Grissom then watched the man reach behind his back. He watched in horror as a large cooking knife came into his view. Gil looked to the man again, what in the world was he doing!
In one swift movement the man pulled Gils' right hand up against the wall, as the knife was forced through the arm hard and fast. Blood splattered against the wall, as the man pushed the knife all the way through. Gil screamed in agony, but it was cut short as the man dropped the severed arm to the ground and placed his hand over the CSIs' mouth, to conseal the noise a little.
"Follow me...Quietly!" The man hissed looping the hand with the bloodied knife around Gils' unharmed arm, keeping him hoisted up as he slightly dragged Grissom to the front door again. Grissom stumbled along as the heavy shock was starting to set in along with the agony. Blood dripped from the arm at a heavy steady rate, leaving a trail on the carpet.
As they got to the front door, Gil couldn't stand anymore, let alone move with his assiliant. He fell forward, blacking out.