Autobot Angel
Chapter 14: From the Other Side
A black sedan was parked across from the Miami-Dade crime lab. The man inside focused his camera on the young black-haired man who'd just stepped out from the lab. The camera clicked and focused again. The man holding it zoomed in, getting the Miami-Dade badge in the center of his frame. A second click and the man smiled. He set down the camera and pulled out. Tomorrow, he would follow his quarry back to the quarry's hiding place. He would be close to Sara again. A frown came to the driver's face. He had only brought the gun to force her into obedience. She had been a fierce woman; that was what had attracted him. All those years ago, even as her sister lay dead, she had not given up. Oh, she had screamed and wailed, howling her sister's name over and over again but she had never given up…
--1984--
The kidnapper scowled at the noise coming from the cellar. That little brat was screaming her head off again. He stomped outside, fully prepared to threaten the brat into silence. He approached the cellar and knelt, fitting his key into the padlock. He jerked the padlock off and threw back the bolt. The doors heaved upward and he looked down at the two sisters. One was, of course, screaming her head off.
"Kim! Kimmy! Wake up, wake up! Kimmy…" the girl burst into tears, screeching at her sister to wake up.
Startled, the kidnapper surveyed the other girl. She was slumped, eyes closed. He looked at the awake one and snapped, "Shut up!"
The girl subsided into whimpering, which the kidnapper let go. He stepped inside the cellar and knelt, checking the silent one. No pulse. He glared at her, angry, furious with the dead girl for dying on him. He whirled to the whimpering one. "She's dead."
Her howl nearly scared him. "NO!! KIMMY!!"
"SHUT UP! She's dead, she can't hear you anymore." The kidnapper leaned in, expecting the girl to quiver. She did but even as her twin lay dead across from her, he could see the fire in her eyes. "If you make one sound when they find you, I'll come back," he threatened. "I'll come back and kill your whole family right in front of you. Do you hear me, girl?"
He rose, not waiting for a reply. Once outside, he slammed the cellar doors shut and ran the bolt home. The padlock went back into place and he ignored the screams rising from his one remaining hostage. Soon, the money would be here and he would be long gone.
--2008--
The former kidnapper inspected his photos. He focused on the Miami-Dade badge. Good. This will be my access to Sara. A smile lit his features. The CSI was his last link to Sara. Soon, very soon. He would need a bit more time to plan but soon he would have Sara once again. Just as he'd always wanted. He wanted the real Sara, but this Tim Speedle would do. A frown came. He'd almost forgotten the robot. It would be a problem should it reappear. But that wouldn't stop him. He looked down at the photo of Tim Speedle and began to laugh. Still laughing, he hung the picture up. His apartment was full of her, her life, even her books. He had all of them. Now, intermixed with pictures of her, were pictures of the CSI. The CSI that had been in her space. The CSI that he would have in his grasp soon.
"Soon, Sara. We will play again."
A/N: Spooked yet? This is, of course, the maniac our gallant CSIs (and Autobots) are trying to catch. Shudder. Please read and review. Next chapter: Another encounter?