Battered bruised broken alive chp 2

Sara's a/n: ok well here's the next chp told u it would b up shortly! Lol…anyways well…here's the next chp…& well hope ya like the chp! Plz leave a review at the end!

Sara

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(Gabby's point of view)

God, this place smells so bad. I need something to take my mind off of this.

Relax.

Breathe.

Err! Damn asshole! Freaking exacto is in my purse. And, my purse and backpack is conveniently at the park.

Great.

Just freaking great.

Maybe I can think of a different alternative. Hmmmm,

Flashback

Red truck, Grandma's, man. 6-years old. I'm playing with rocks, sticks, dirt and bugs, Grandma's brown house. Suddenly, a red truck pulls over a ways down. Watching me. Feeling uncomfortable. The guy in the red truck is pulling up to my grandma's house. Hide. I hide behind the front porch swing. I'm scared. I quickly run inside. Man leaves. I come back out to play again. Red truck comes back, and pulls over quickly. Then a voice,

" Do you need help sir?"

Man suddenly speeds off. I am still here today. Who did that voice belong to? Who?

Mayle.

Oh come on brain! Mayle. Mayle. Mayle. Russ? Ralph? No… Russ. Russ. Russell! Russell Mayle.

Thank you Russell. Thank you.

End Flashback

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"Nick! I got blood!" Warrick shouted.

"How much?"

"Not enough to bleed out. Pass out? Maybe."

"Yeah. I'm going to look in the bushes."

A few moments go by.

"What the hell-"

"Nick? Hey Nicky! Where the hell are-" Warrick was interrupted mid sentence when he was hit from behind.

A few moments later, Brass is making his way over with more information for the two CSI's.

He spots they're cases and blood.

"Oh hell."

Brass calls dispatch for CSI.

"This is Captain Brass. I need CSI personal right now. Two CSI's have gone missing from the scene." Then, he hangs up.

"Oh damn. It never ends."

I am curled up in a corner. If I pretend I'm small, maybe I can be invisible. Though, I doubt it. I highly doubt I will even make it out alive. If I make it out at all that is.

It's so cold; I just want something or someone to get me warm.

I hear something or someone. I sink deeper in the corner of concrete and concrete block as I can, and hide. I want to hide far, far away from these madmen, who will do anything they want, and I can't stop them.

"Little girl, you have some company." The same unidentified man said while laughing a deep laugh.

"No. Don't hurt me! Please? I wont tell. I promise." I say frantically while crying hysterically.

"We're not going to hurt you." A nice calming voice said to me.

I look up.

"Who are you?" I ask, sniffling through my lone tears.

"My name is Nick. I'm a CSI. This here is my partner Warrick. He's also CSI. We're on your case. Are you Gabriella?" The gentle man asked.

"Yes. But you can call me Gabby. My parents used to call me Gabby." I say, voice faltering when mentioning my parents.

"We found your I.D card in your purse. It said you're in foster care." Nick asked.

"Yeah. Accident. Dad had some drinks, mom was in the passenger's side, and I was in the backseat. I can't remember how we crashed, but, Dad's head was bashed in, and he was halfway through the windshield. While on the other hand, my mom was choked by the seatbelt and she had the windshield glass in her neck, and yeah. Then, I ended up in the system." I said recalling my past, and where I was now.

"I'm Sorry." Nick said affectionately.

"It's ok. I've been through 3 homes, and finally, I ended back in the system. I'm thinking; if these men stick to their word, we're not making it out alive. He's not going to feed us, and he's either keeping the basement temperature so hot, or so cold. Then, everything smells on top of that." I stated with everything I knew about the men's plans.

All went silent for a moment.

"You cut don't you?" another voice spoke up. It was Warrick.

"I might, I might not. Why would it be important?" I said defending myself, knowing they already knew I do cut. Since they looked through my purse anyways.

"It may not be important to the investigation, but I want to help you." He pauses for a second. "WE want to help you." Warrick said sincerely.

"Nobody helped me. I've been through several people. And none has helped me."

Again, he continued.

"Did those people stand by you?"

I shook my head 'no'.

"Did they truly try they're best?"

"No." Again, I shook my head.

"Well, we don't give up. We're not those people. At least give us that chance." He said with full meaning.

I nodded. For a few minutes, all was quiet. The air got a lot colder suddenly. The man had shut off any heat source we had. My teeth started chattering. My body was shaking. With both fear and the bitter cold.

I moaned because I was hurting. It was sooo cold. I'm not going to live. I know it. I'm going to die frozen by hypothermia. They will have to unfreeze my body to remove me from my concrete corner.

"I-I-I'm c-c-o-l-l-d-d." I try to talk clearly but failing to do so. I am surprised I can move.

Suddenly, I am engulfed, by two people who understand me.

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Captain Brass dealt with the hustle and bustle of crime each day and night. Numerous of sick, crazy, criminals who do violent acts; He doesn't understand why it happens. He probably never will.

But, he was not prepared at what is before him, was the beginning of shift, a missing 15-year old girl, but now two of their own. Nick and Warrick.

Tonight, these two cases; would be the only cases they would work.

Brass spotted Catherine, Greg, Grissom and Sara coming from their Tahoe's.

"Case was originally a missing 15-year old foster girl. Now we believe the same person who took her, also took Nick and Warrick."

"Guys, this is the only case. Pass everything else you may have on old cases to Dayshift." Grissom said with authority in his voice as the supervisor. But deep inside, he wishes it didn't come down to this. And he wants his CSI's and the missing girl back. Even if it means everyone works triples.

"Gil, I don't think we would have it any other way." Catherine finally says.

TBC…

A/n: ok well here's chp two..chp 3 will b up shortly once again…ne ways PLZ leave a review greatly appreciated.

Sara