Hay yawl, once again I thank my fans for all the great reviews. Sorry it took me longer to post. What do you get when you mix a vengeful mother, an unsuspecting CSI, and a semi? A very angsty Chapter six of Cliff Hanger!
With the windows down and Fallout Boy's "I Write Sins, not Tragedies" blasting on the radio, Catherine traveled through the light traffic of the highway. After she left Nick's house, she had decided that the beautiful, sunny day was perfect to go for a drive. She heard her cell phone ring tone, for which she had purposely selected the most annoying ringing-beeping noise she could find, and reached to the console to end the infernal headache-inducing racket. A smile broke across her face when she saw Nick's number light up the screen. He misses me already.
"Hay, Nicky. Did you miss me?"
"Catherine, you have to get off the main road right now and call highway patrol. There's someone following you and she's going to wreck you. She wants to kill you!"
"What?" The Nick's frantic tone and the nature of his call made her nervous. "Who? Why?"
"Cath, I'll explain later, just…" He was interrupted by a deafening crash, followed by the worse sound ever uttered: Catherine screaming. "Catherine!"
Catherine dropped the phone, and it closed as it fell to the floorboard. Nick heard the dull hum of the dial tone for the second time in the longest, most agonizing five minutes of his life.
Nick let the phone fall from his hands. He was shaking and in tears in fear for Catherine's life. He was panicking. He couldn't think straight. He had no clue what to do. He slumped down on to the couch, buried his face in his hands and took several shaky breaths in an attempt to calm himself. I can't call highway patrol; I don't even know where Catherine and Melissa are. What am I going to do, what am I going to do? Holly shit, the woman I love could be dead and it's my own damn fault.
After a while when he had calmed himself enough to think, he decided what to do. He stood up gradually on shaking legs and grabbed his keys and sunglasses from the coffee table. He was going to go to the lab, see if Grissom was still there, and if he was, tell him what was going on. After all, he was, technically, a witness to a crime. To report it was his moral and legal obligation, and his best and only plan.
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Melissa Woods glared with evil intent at the Denali in front of her. This was her center, her focus, her one and only goal in life. As she hung up the phone from her conversation with Nick, she flung it in the back seat and inched up to the point where her bumper almost touched that of the vehicle in front of her. They were going at the same speed as the semi truck next to them. In Melissa's plan, she would rear end Catherine, slam on the gas and force her ahead of the 18-whealer, then jerk left, sending her target to the right, into the path of the semi. She had to act fast because he new that the SUV was about to pull up on it's own and pass the enormous machine she planned to use as the murder weapon. If this happened, she would have to move on to plan "B", which she did not have at the moment.
The vengeful woman took a deep breath. This is it. She let herself fall back a few feet, than floured the gas pedal. The Cherokee crashed into the Denali, and Melissa kept her foot glued to the gas pedal, driving it into the floorboard.
"What? Who? Why?" Catherine was alarmed and confused. Before she could here Nick's reply, she felt and heard a car crash into the back of her. She screamed a frightened, startled scream and dropped the phone. In a split second she realized she was still moving forward. She had to think quickly; no time to panic. She slammed on her break, but still she moved forward slowly, and she realized what the driver of the aggressing vehicle was trying to do. In retaliation, Catherine shifted into reverse and floured the gas pedal. He seatbelt had tightened and was holding her to tightly to the seat, so she took one hand off the steering wheal and unbuckled herself.
The semi passed them, to Catherine's relief and Melissa's dismay, and the two vehicles idled in a standstill. Gradually, they began to move backwards. Their struggling produced a loud screeching sound from the tiers.
Melissa was astonished. How can someone think this quickly under such pressure? She did not give up. She continued to press the gas pedal until she got an idea. I can beat this bitch at her own game. Melissa put on the breaks, shifted into reverse, and again floured the gas pedal.She planned to do this for a few seconds then slam on the breaks, back out with Catherine still stopped, and flee the scene. After all, I can always go back to the original plan of killing Nick.
Melissa's plan would have worked (Catherine continued to go in reverse with Melissa) had she not neglected the rear-view mirror. She only heard the blaring of a horn; one that sounded like it came from a large vehicle. She looked up into the mirror and saw the grill of an 18-whealer, only for a split second.
TBC. Just one more chapter will answer what happened to Melissa and Catherine, why did Nick lie, and the oh so awaited what the f'ck happened on Buckman's Cliff. See you next chapter! This is where all those flashbacks come in.