I Do Not Own CSI
"Or what?"
"Or I'll kill you," Gil said, blocking Sara from the gun aimed at them.
"Oohh, big CSI is going to kill me. I'm not scared of you," Jacob said, waving the gun.
"Whoa now, hold on, no one's going to kill anyone here. Why don't we all just calm down and relax. Jacob, you could put that gun away, you know," Nick said, trying to diffuse the situation.
"You know, I don't think I want to, not until Maddie is with me."
"I'm not going with you, Jacob."
"We'll see about that," he said, smelling the air.
"Pasta with clams, that was one of my favourite meals. Did you cook it for me?"
"Actually, I cooked it for Sara."
"Yes Sara, your best friend, the one that made you leave me," Jacob said harshly.
"Sara didn't make me leave you, she helped me when I was hurt. I left you of my own free will, Jacob."
"You say potato I say patato. Now Maddie, why don't you be a good girl and go get that pasta and clams and make us all a plate so we can eat. We're going to have a nice little discussion around the dinner table," Jacob said, pointing Maddie to the kitchen.
"Go help her, Sara, that's what women are good for, making the men dinner." When Sara didn't budge, Jacob yelled.
"GO!"
"Sara, just go help Maddie quickly," Gil asked softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, hating to see the tears forming in her eyes.
"We'll get out of this, I promise," he whispered as Sara turned and followed Maddie into the kitchen.
"You two make me sick, you know that," Jacob said to Gil.
"Why's that?"
"You treat her like your equal."
"She is my equal."
"She's a woman, she's below you."
"Then you don't know my wife or Maddie for that matter."
"I know Maddie better than you," Jacob said, pointing the gun.
"Hey now, put the gun down, we don't want anyone hurt now, do we," Nick asked.
"I want to hurt you. You stole her away from me," Jacob said, taking aim on Nick.
"I saw the two of you, kissing outside the movies a couple of weeks ago."
"Have you been following me," Maddie asked as she and Sara came back into the dining room with plates filled with pasta.
"I wanted to know where you went and why, and then I come here and find out you're banging this guy."
"I haven't slept with Nick, Jacob."
"Like I believe that," he replied as he motioned for Nick and Grissom to both go ahead and sit at the table.
"It's true, we've never been intimate," Nick assured.
"Intimate? Who says that? It's sex, man."
"When you find the right person, its intimacy," Sara said quietly.
"Whatever, I'm hungry, let's eat," he said sitting down, keeping one hand on the gun while he picked up his fork to start eating.
"Why are you doing this, Jacob," Maddie asked, breaking the silence.
"Because you're mine."
"You don't own me."
"Like hell I don't, you're mine," Jacob said angrily.
"Let's stay calm, shall we," Grissom asked.
"What's your plan here, Jacob, because people are going to start wondering where we are when we don't come home or go to work," Sara asked.
"My plan was to take kill him and take Maddie with me, but now I have to deal with you."
"And how are you going to go about dealing with us," Gil asked.
"If you kill us, you will have three murders on your head, you won't make it out of the state and you'll be looking at the death penalty," Gil said, trying to reason.
"That is if they catch me. I might just take Maddie across the border. We can go live in Mexico in a hut on the beach."
"And leave two babies orphans? The Jacob I knew wouldn't do that," Maddie said.
"Things change."
"What if I just go with you right now? We can go to Mexico," Maddie pleaded.
"No Maddie, not going to happen," Sara whispered.
"If it keeps you two alive, then it is."
"See, if I take you now and we go, I have three cops here with their fingers on their phone. That can't happen"
"So then what? What's your plan," Nick asked.
"I could just kill you all," Jacob said, aiming his gun at Nick.
"Please Jacob, don't do this," Maddie pleaded.
"Do what? If I can't have you, why should he? I loved you, we had a home together. We talked about marriage, kids. I hit you once and you're gone."
"That wasn't the first time you hit me, Jacob. The last time you beat me and just shrugged it off and left. I don't want to live a life of beatings, or to raise a child in that kind of environment. That's why I left, Jacob."
"Well, you're coming back whether you like it or not," Jacob said, finishing his last bite.
"Now, why don't you two women take our dirty dishes away."
"No," Sara said.
"Excuse me?"
"We're not just women, we're mothers and sisters and human beings. We don't need to be treated like a second class citizen. We're not your slave!"
"And this gun in my hand tells me you're going to do what I say."
"Sara," Gil whispered, his eyes pleading with her to just do what Jacob asked.
"Fine," she said, bending down to grab the plates. As she stood back up, Jacob looked at her funny.
"Why is your shirt wet?"
"Because I'm leaking."
"Huh?"
"You don't listen to Maddie much do you, Jacob. I have two small babies at home that I'm still nursing. Too much stress makes me leak," Sara said angrily as she went into the kitchen, Maddie on her tail.
"Gentlemen, let's go sit in the other room shall we?"
"Sara?"
"Don't Maddie."
"I'm sorry, I never thought."
"Maddie, stop, please, you're not helping my situation here."
"Sorry."
"It's not your fault, I'm just a little freaked out right now."
"We'll get out of this, I promise," she said as Sara remembered the phone she kept in her back pocket, quickly grabbing it she started to dial Brass.
"Ah, ah, ah, I wouldn't finish that if I were you," Jacob said, snatching the phone out of her hand.
TBC
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