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It was too hot. Her throat was dry, her head throbbing rhythmically. 'I must have drank more than I thought last night.' She thought to herself as she finally dared to open her eyes.
She sat up instantly gasping at the sharp pain that shot through her side. This wasn't her bedroom, in fact this wasn't anyone's room, it looked like a shed. There was mud all over the floor, broken buckets were lent against the wall and there was a makeshift shelf with only a hammer on it.
She looked down at herself; she was covered in blood. Was it her own? She checked herself over. Her arms were covered in bruises and scratches, as were her legs. She reached up to her head painfully. She was bleeding. She looked down to her side that was now throbbing in pain; she'd been stabbed. It didn't look too deep but it was still bleeding slightly.
She closed her eyes again, the sunlight streaming through the windows was blinding, what the hell happened?
Opening her eyes again her first instinct was to call someone but she couldn't find her mobile so she settled for getting out of there. She stood up painfully, stumbling at first but she soon regained her balance.
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"PD found it about 20 minutes ago as soon as they saw what was in it they called it in." Detective Frank Tripp told Horatio, Ryan, Eric and Alexx as they approached an abandoned car at the edge of the road.
"The body is that of David Froggatt a college drop out, looks like he was stabbed." Frank told them.
"OK, Eric I want you to start printing the vehicle and Ryan you take the perimeter." Horatio instructed.
"That's not all Horatio." Frank told him. "In the trunk of the car we found blood and more pictures of Calleigh. We believe the blood is hers and we also found a phone and a set of keys that could belong to her."
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"I've checked Calleigh's recent cases. There's nothing unusual, three suicides and a dead homeless guy. Also her locker and desk had nothing out of the ordinary in them." Ryan informed the group, which were gathered in the morgue around the dead body that they had found in the car.
"What've you found Alexx?" Horatio asked.
"He died from the stab wound. He got himself into a bit of a fight, there are lots of scratches on his arms and face and a bite mark on his hand. I also pulled some skin from under his finger nails and sent it to Valera."
"Good work Alexx. Eric what about the prints?" Horatio asked.
"I managed to pull three different sets off the inside of the car and also I have confirmed that the keys and phone in the car are Calleigh's. I left Natalia running the prints."
As Eric finished both Natalia and Valera came rushing into the morgue.
"I've got something!" They both said together.
"OK, you first Valera."
"The skin from under the man's finger nails is Calleigh's. Also the bite mark on his hand was made by Calleigh." She told them.
"So it looks like Calleigh put up a fight" Alexx told them with a hint of pride in her voice.
"Also the blood in the boot of the car is Calleigh's however, the blood in the toilets is that of our dead guy, not Calleigh." Valera told them.
"I ran all three sets a finger prints, one set belong to David Froggatt, one set belong to Calleigh and the other set belong to a man called Billy Richards, he owns an apartment near Calleigh's." Natalia informed them.
"Eric, Ryan, your with me. Natalia I need you to see if Calleigh has ever met Billy Richards or David Froggatt." Horatio told them leaving the morgue.
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"Damn it!" Calleigh cursed under her breath as she fell face first to the ground. The pain in her head and side wasn't getting any better. She could see the deserted road ahead of her. If she could reach it then maybe someone would find her.
The afternoon sunlight was beating down on her. She was hot, thirsty and she was almost certainly dehydrated but she was determined to make it to the road, she wanted to survive this and find out what had happened to her and who had done it.
She began to crawl through the dry grass hoping that someone had noticed she was missing. She spotted something in the dirt in front of her and she crawled over to it. It was a polaroid of her, in the shed looking dead. She couldn't stop the tears that began to fall.