And Out of the Ashes 8?
AN! Ok.. I am soooo sooo sorry about how long it took me to update this. School's been nuts and my beta took forever to send it back to me. But I'd like to thank everyone who commented and messeged me:) I hope this doesn't disapoint you.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own CSI!. ….. just like I own the X-File, Jag, and Harry Potter.. and microsoft.. :P hehe.. sense some sarcasm anyone?
Chapter 7:
A sharp ringing met a distraught Grissom's ear as he sat up from his leather couch. Rubbing his head to prevent an impending migraine, he reached for the cell phone on his desk. Grissom's eyes were red with worry as he hastily answered the phone, "What do you have?" he asked saying nothing else to whomever was on the other end of the phone,
"Grissom, its Catherine…" The voice of Catherine chimed clearly from his cell phone. Her shrill, sudden voice caused Grissom to pull the phone away from his ear, but not far enough to miss the next sudden words that erupted from the phone. "We found something."
"What do you have?"
"Debbie." Dr. Lurie's taunting voice was aimed at Sara, a menacing smile spreading across his face that she could barely see in the dark room. "You shouldn't have screwed with me Debbie." He had advanced all the way to the large bed where Sara was bound. Even in the near dark, with the only light in the whole room coming from a crack underneath the door, she could still see the cold, almost psychotic glint in his eyes.
Licking his lips, Lurie ran a finger up Sara's side, eliciting an alarmed gasp of disgust from her. His touch made her want to vomit.
"YOU BASTAR-" Sara cried out suddenly, fighting off the urge to hurl. She was cut off by her captor's hand roughly covering her mouth. Revulsion rose up deep within Sara; the man was a monster.
"Now, now Debbie…." he chimed, shaking his boney finger. The motion sent a series of shivers up her back. He was truly mad if he actually believed that she was Debbie, Sara's doppelganger.
"You shouldn't have chosen him over me, Debbie…" Lurie said, and Sara could see a flicker of anger crossing his cold, blue eyes. "Don't you remember what happened last time? The last time you chose another man over me? You don't want that to happen again …. Do you?"
Lurie then lifted his free hand and ran it across Sara's jumper-covered chest, lingering far longer than was decent. Sara's fists clenched in anger, despite the fact that she was tied up by her wrists. No one touched her like that.
"This clothing will have to go first, of course," he continued, his eyes seeming to devour her.
Anger flared across Sara's chocolate-brown eyes; there was no way, even bound, that she would stand for that. She was no one's play thing. So she did the only thing she could do considering her horrific situation. She bit his hand. Hard.
A trickle of blood oozed from the small wound, and Lurie reared back, howling from the sudden pain. The anger was clear in his eyes.
"YOU BITCH!" he roared loudly, causing Sara to wince. He brought his other hand up and lashed it across her face. The spot where his hand made contact smarted, but Sara bit her lip to prevent herself from crying out. She wouldn't give him the pleasure. No way in hell would she let him degrade her.
No way…
TBC...((cues dramatic music))
Caity