You will all be very pleased to know that I now know exactly where I am going with this fanfiction, and I am VERY excited about it! I'm so excited that I even wrote this chapter wayyyy earlier than I expected to! This is gonna be an intense next few chapters! :D -Admin (aka Amber)
With Ryan's vague help, the CSI's and MDPD waited at every airport in Miami, and they had officers at every area where you could leave the state. They were gonna catch this man, and save Calleigh. But, by midnight, they had nothing. They had ever come by, or gone to an airport. Eric, paired with a girl from the night shift (the one that had been mention in the first chapter), whose name was Alice, went into the airport to ensure nobody had come in or out, and that all flights were canceled. The lady at the desk smiled and reassured him that she had canceled all flights and set all guests to hotels in the area. Eric smiled his thanks, but as he turned he saw the lights of an airplane speeding down the runway. "WHAT THE HELL?!" he screamed, but the shock on the ladies face told him that she had nothing to do with it. He ran out to the runway, where his partner was supposed to be waiting, but she was gone. "Alice!" he yelled, but got no response.
He pulled out his radio and got all officers on the line. "The plane took off, and Alice is gone as well." soon the place was flooded with CSI's. They had air control tracking the plane, and down it went, all the way to Mexico. Horatio, Eric, and Natalia all boarded a plane to Mexico, and prepared for the nerve wracking flight to find their CSI's. "How is it that they got Alice without a struggle? There's no trace of any drugs either." Eric sighed. "I guess they blew away in the wind... I didn't even think to check the area." He rubbed his temples slowly, obviously nursing a bad headache. Horatio put a hand on Eric's shoulder as he walked by. "Relax. We'll get them." he paused, and more strongly, he repeated. "We'll get them!"
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Calleigh woke, blinking slowly to clear her blurred vision. She did a careful self assessment. Her head hurt from being knocked on the van, but she couldn't feel any blood. Her arm hurt from being on her side for what was probably a multiple hour trip. Her ankle still throbbed from her attempted escape at her home, but other than that, no injuries that she could feel. She sighed with relief, and finally assessed her current situation. In the trunk of a car, they had blocked the tail lights so she couldn't smash them, and they had removed the emergency release for the trunk. They were driving fast, probably on a highway, and it was incredibly hot. A warmer state perhaps? Her hands and ankles were tied, and she was gagged. Nothing else was in the trunk but her. She sighed and blinked hard, trying to clear her head.
Suddenly, she was thrown into the wall of the drunk when the driver slammed on the brakes. "Get her out, lets go!" a woman's voice called, and the trunk was opened. The gross guy grabbed her and dragged her out, and if it wasn't for his harsh grasp on her arm, she would have fallen right over. The brightness blinded her, and her ankle could not support her weight. She blinked rapidly to try and adjust to the sun, but it would still be a while before she could. "Get her in there." the same voice commanded, and she was suddenly dropped into a deep hole, and her ankle screamed with pain at the rough landing.
"Good luck, blondie." the man yelled down and grinned, before covering the hole with a lid of some sorts. She was immersed in complete darkness once again. The hole must be 20 feet deep, and she couldn't think of what it might be used for. She turned and used her shoulder to slowly coax the gag out of her mouth, and took a deep breath. She shifted her weight so she could get between her arms and get the from behind her, to in front of her, and untie her feet, which proved to be a challenge since she couldn't see anything.
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Hours later, when they finally landed, the CSI's practically jumped out of the plane, and ran to the counter, shoving people out of the way. "MDPD, where did the people on this flight go?" Horatio asked, handing her the code for the airplane. She pointed to a man standing by a bunch of cars, indicating that they had gone to him. "Thank you." they then moved on to question the man for information on the car. With the new information, they searched the city, finding the car burning in the middle of a parking lot. "Get the trunk open!" Horatio yelled, and Eric wrapped his coat around his hand, and ignoring the burning, he forced the trunk open. "Nothing. She's not in here." he called, and turned to Horatio when he heard no response. Horatio was staring at the wheel, from a distance.
"Eric, they've buried her." He said slowly, pointing to the sand on the wheels. "We are going to need a helicopter." he said, standing slowly and calling the MDPD to ask them to talk to the Mexican police, and get them to loan them a helicopter. Four were sent, and Natalia went up in one, while Eric and Horatio stayed with the ground crew, scanning the desert by foot.
Haha! Cliff hanger! Enjoy, guys! As always, please R&R, I promise its gonna get better! But it might be a bit fast paced. I'll try to slow it down a bit, but I'm just so excited about it! -Admin (aka Amber)