Title: Two Lives

Author: innocent choir girl (ff-dot-net), shannyfish (From Out of the Lab)

Summary: Calleigh Duquesne is kidnapped and isolated from the world. She's trapped between trying to escape and protecting what she treasures most. Crossover with CSI.

Category: Crossover – Ship Ahoy! Calleigh/Horatio

Genres: Established Relationship, Suspense

Characters: Calleigh Duquesne, Original Character

Warnings: none

Rating: R

Chapter: 4 "The Past Haunts"

Author's Notes: thank you to my Riley for looking over my chapters

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Morning came, and Miller finally opened the closet to door to Calleigh's sleeping form falling out into the doorway. Obviously she had been propped up against the door the entire night, like she's done on many nights when Lilith has cried for some time. "Abigail," he said reaching down and yanking her up, seeing her dazed expression as her eyes slowly opened. Pulling her into his arms, he wrapped his tightly around her small frame, "Now, that was very hard for me to do…but I hope that you learned your lesson. I care for you Abigail; this is why I do these things…"

She knew what she wanted to say and what she needed to say to appease him, and sadly she had to do the latter. "I'm sorry, Miller. I know you only do this to protect me and to show me right from wrong," her words were hollow, but she knew that he needed to hear them. As soon as he let her go, she looked to Lilith's crib thinking the silence was odd for that time of morning. Her heart stopped when she didn't see her child, "Where's Lilith?" she asked concerned, her voice laced with fear and panic. Before she even let him answer, she started to search the small house frantically, "Lilith? Sweetheart?" But when she made her way all the way to the kitchen and her highchair was empty, her heart fell even further down. She whipped around and saw Miller there, this time she didn't mask her anger, "Where is she? What have you done with her?"

"You were very bad, Abigail. Lilith is safe. You know that I would never harm our daughter. She's an innocent, like you were once…before your mind was warped."

One thing she knew about Miller was that he wouldn't hurt her little girl, but the distance and not knowing where her daughter was hurt as much as if he had done something to her. "Where is she?" she asked trying to calm herself hoping that he would tell her that much.

"She's safe, I told you that."

"I want to see her," she insisted. She wanted Lilith there. This was part of her punishment, she knew, but it wasn't her fault that the CSI was in the grocery store and recognized her. There were things she could stand for the sake of her daughter…being hit, held against her will, having to assume an identity that was not her own, and even rape… But without the knowledge that Lilith was safe, then it made her want to run…and run fast.

"That's not possible."

Losing her cool, she pushed needing to know exactly who had her daughter and where she was. "Where is she, Miller?" It was more Calleigh in her voice than Abigail…and she found that she missed that… Abigail was so much more submissive, quiet, and willing to take anything compared to Calleigh Duquesne.

"Start my breakfast."

"No," she argued defiantly wanting her question answered. "Where is Lilith?"

"Start my breakfast, Abigail."

"Where is she?" she pushed back wanting some kind of assurance. If she got that, she could go about like nothing was wrong… She just needed to hear it.

"Abigail!"

Being pushed towards the stove, she knew that he was getting serious and he would start hitting her if she didn't start his breakfast. Anger was pulsing through her veins and then she found herself saying without even thinking, "My name is Calleigh." It was a statement that made her feel better inside, but also made her want to cover her mouth for blurting it out. Fear that he would act out against her coursed through her replacing the anger.

"Obviously I was wrong. That man has warped your mind… That CSI…he made you think back to the times when you had been corrupted. It's time to teach you a lesson."

"No, Miller, please," she begged, her accent thick as she felt her throat starting to swell up as she forced her tears back as he pulled her back towards the bedroom. "I just wanted to know where Lilith was…"

"I can't have you trying to act out and possibly hurt our family."

She tried to stop him from moving her back to the bedroom afraid of what punishment he would choose. It had been some time since he had forced himself upon her, but every time he would punish her and it included the bedroom that fear popped into her head. He had hurt her in so many ways over the last two years in that room…both physically and emotionally... She tried to keep hope alive, but it became harder and harder each day. But today she wanted to be Calleigh Duquesne. She wanted to live. She wanted to be saved. "Someone will find me," she told him as she struggled.

"It's been two years now, Abigail, do you think that those savages are really going to come for you? Those people never cared about you like I do."

"I hate you," she screamed at him and managed to elbow him in the stomach, which loosened his hold and she managed to make a break for the door. If she escaped, at least she'd have a chance of finding her little girl. Running for the front door, which was really the only exit from the house unless she wanted to jump the back fence, she made it to the door. Starting with the top lock, she started to unlock it making her way down the five locks that kept her inside. But before she could make it down to the last dead bolt lock, Miller pulled her away and flung her backwards.

She hit the floor hard, and the breath was pushed from her lungs. Her eyes closed for just a second before she opened them again and found Miller standing over her. What followed felt like it was happening in slow motion. His hand reaching down to grab the middle of her blouse. She studied him as if she had never seen him before; she didn't know why…she just felt out of place. His long blonde strands were blocking one of his bright blue eyes as he stared down at her, the stare felt icy and piercing. And then the pain flooded her body. She let out a moan, and then when Miller stopped hauling her up halfway, she found out why. He left her in a sitting position and she turned to see what had caught his attention.

"See what you've made me do! All because you've been corrupted!"

Blood was what had caught Miller's attention. She brought her hand up to the back of her head and felt a wet and sticky feeling and pulled her hand back to see the blood that was smeared across it. "Miller, please…let me go," she whispered. Fear ran through her head not sure how badly she was bleeding, but knowing that head wounds bled much more even if they didn't seem serious.

"No."

She glared at him and wondered if he'd let her die. "I'm bleeding… I have to go to a hospital." She just hoped that he'd have mercy on her for once and let her see a doctor. Even though all the labor pain and birthing of her daughter, and afterwards, he never let her see a doctor. She was surprised she hadn't died from some infection. "Miller…please… I could have internal bleeding… My brain could swell…" When Miller just stared at her, she added, "What are you going to do without a mother to raise our daughter?" She hated to think of Lilith as theirs, she far preferred to think of her as her daughter, but in this case…it would play to her advantage, or so she hoped. "In the corrupted world…there are so many families with single parents. You wouldn't want to expose her to that, would you?"

She watched him hoping that he'd play into what she had planned, that she could escape somehow on the way out the door, on the way to the hospital, or at the hospital. But instead, she saw his hand coming down at her again. And then the world went black.

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When she awoke, she was on the bed, with her right hand cuffed to the underside of the bed. She groaned as she felt the thudding in her head. Reaching up she brought her hand down to see that she was still bleeding. Looking around, Miller was no where in sight…and she still didn't hear her daughter. This wasn't good. It wasn't anything that she liked. She could still remember it vividly.

He had finally let her out of the closet after days of only being given water. She had been weak, weaker than she had thought. She had barely been able to walk, the closet was rather short for a closet, and she had been forced to sit most of the time. He had ended up carrying her over to the bed and laying her down.

"Don't worry…now that you've been cleansed of the corrupted world…you'll be safe here."

She blinked wondering what he was talking about. Looking around the room, she found that there were no windows, but a door that led to other parts of the house or apartment. Her abdomen hurt, but she figured that was because she'd been kept from using the bathroom facilities for the most part. He had allowed her only a couple times in the days she had been there, but he only gave her a small cup of water every two days. His hand ran along her cheek, and then she saw it out of the corner of her eye. A glimmer of sparkling silver and then before she could say anything she found one hand was cuffed to the bed. "Wha—"

"Shhh…my dear…"

Fear flushed through her body as the situation felt more dangerous. She had hoped that perhaps he would just let her recuperate on a bed for a couple days thinking that she wasn't a flight risk anymore, which would give her a chance to get full movement back. She watched the man and then finally figured it was safe to ask questions. "Who are you?" she asked quietly.

"I'm Miller…Miller Lewis, your husband."

Blinking quickly, Calleigh thought back and could not remember being married, let alone signing any paperwork that said that. "Excuse me?"

"I have decided my dear wife, that your name should be Abigail. It means joy."

"Excuse me?" she questioned, her accent thick. "My name is Calleigh Duquesne. And I will not be part of whatever…conspiracy theory you have…"

"Your name is Abigail Lewis. You're my wife."

"I am not," she argued wondering if the man was just insane, or if he believed what he was doing was truly right. But when his hand moved down along the side of her chest and continued downward and then across her stomach she worried.

"Don't be nervous…"

She brought her knee up convincing her body that if need be, she could defend herself…or at least try. "I'm not your wife. I'm Calleigh Duquesne. Miami Dade Police Department CSI."

"Abigail."

Calleigh was about to correct him when his hand started under her shirt and moved over her stomach causing her to shiver. She tried to knee him, though he was off to the side of her, but that merely caused him to react. He reacted with anger. His hand came down across her face, and she could feel exactly where the bruise was going to form.

"We're going to consummate this marriage, Abigail. I know you may be nervous, but it's going to be done."

Screwing her eyes shut, she tried to banish the thoughts that had taken away her identity as Calleigh Duquesne and had ended up submitting her to the restricted and abusive life as Abigail Lewis. She almost wished she didn't remember her life in Miami…let alone how far from Miami they were. Her heart sank thinking about how Horatio and the others would never find her in Nevada…even if the Las Vegas CSI called Horatio. That still left tracking them down. Hope was fleeting from her being…

The sound of the front door followed by the sliding of the dead bolts brought new fear into her. The sounds of Miller returning just made her fear more real than it had been minutes before. She listened carefully and when she heard her baby's crying, a bit of relief washed over her. Turning her head so that she could see the bedroom doorway, she waited for Miller to walk through with Lilith, but he came in without the baby.

"Abigail, we are going to have to do something about your acting out."

"I'm still bleeding," she informed him. She could see that he was thinking, just what, she wasn't sure of.

"I can see that."

She wondered if he would even consider letting her go, though she couldn't leave without Lilith. "My head feels lightheaded, Miller. That's not a good sign. Are you just going to let me bleed to death?"

"No."

Relief was all that she felt from that word. That meant he was going to let her get help.

"I'll let you die quickly."

He was going to let her die? She wasn't sure whether to be angry or flat out shocked by it. What about his perfect family. "Lilith needs a mother, Miller."

"And you think you can't be replaced?"

"I'm her mother," she argued. What was he going to do? Shoot her? She wasn't even sure why her blood wasn't clotting, but she could guess it was from all the movement and transferring.

"She's one, she won't remember you."

As he came closer, she still felt shocked that he would resort to such a thing after she had been his prisoner for two years. "Just take me to the hospital… I promise that I won't say anything to anyone… They'll stitch it up…" she begged.

"They'll be looking for you now with that CSI knowing about you here."

"Killing me won't stop them from looking," she argued as he sat down on her right side. She looked up to him, pleading with her eyes. "Miller, I've been your wife for two years now… It's our anniversary next week… I've given you a beautiful daughter and tended to the house. Please…just let me see at least a doctor… You could get someone to come here and stitch me up…"

He shook his head and put his hand down on her free arm keeping it pinned down, as he let his other hand start to unbutton her blouse. She tried to struggle, but he kept his body out of reach of her legs and she couldn't get either hand free.

"We'll have a good time before I have to kill you… You see, Abigail…I'm putting you out of your misery… I'm keeping you from dying a horrible death."

"Please!" she shouted. If anything, she wanted to hold her daughter and spend time with her before being killed, not being raped. Miller raping her was what had killed Calleigh… Tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt him unbuttoning her khaki pants. "Stop! Please!"

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TBC…