Okay, okay, I couldn't resist. Here's Chapter 3! Enjoy and please tell your friends & keep reviewing! Loving the feedback!
Chapter 3
They caught up to Greg not too far down the highway. There were now several squad cars surrounding the SUV and a couple of them took the lead to move the commuters out of the way. Before they all knew it, they were at Morgan's apartment.
Greg basically shot out of the SUV and ran up to Morgan's door. It was unlocked. Greg drew his gun, thankful that he had holstered it this shift. Greg didn't care that Brass was yelling at him. He drew his weapon and stayed quiet, checking every room in the house. He noticed that almost everything was untouched. When he entered her room, he saw the window was open a crack and, after clearing the room, he walked over to see the screen ripped and placed on the side of the apartment.
He swore to himself as Russell also entered the bedroom. Greg looked toward the closet and saw footprints facing the door. "He waited for her. He entered her room through her window and waited for her." Greg said, not looking up.
"Motive doesn't appear to be robbery considering her purse, phone, keys and gun are all sitting on the dresser."
"Of course it's not robbery! He waited for her. His whole intention was to kidnap her! And we have no idea who he is!" Greg was now screaming and running a hand through his hair, he couldn't believe this.
Russell grabbed him up by the shoulders, "Now you listen up, kid. You can't wear your emotions on your sleeve on this one. I need you thinking like a CSI, or not on this case at all. You got that? So either screw your head on straight, or I'm taking you off this case. Problem is I'll be working it by myself if I do that and right now Morgan needs both of us! She needs you to keep your head working properly! I'll call Ecklie, and you call Brass. Hey, you!" Russell pointed at the officer who drove him to Morgan's house, "Radio the rest of the squad, a CSI has been kidnapped! We need all the help we can get!" The officer nodded his head and put his mouth to his shoulder, stepping out of the house.
This time when Morgan woke up, she was lying on a mattress tied to the bed frame with her arms and legs spread out. There was a bright light shining above her, and she was blinded for a second, but in that second she regained her senses. She was still wearing all of her clothes. So, what does this guy want from me?
"Have a nice nap, sweet cheeks?" she heard her captor from somewhere in the room.
"Don't call me that." She said, still not showing fear.
"No, no, no, you don't get to give the orders around here, I do." He said and she shivered sensing that he had the creepy smile across his face again.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"You don't ask questions either. You be quiet until I make you scream."
"I can't demand, I can't ask questions, how fun do you think this is really going to be?"
The guy laughed, "You still think you're in control. Stupid, naïve, strong-headed, little girl..."
"Do I look like a little girl to you?" Morgan asked.
"No, you don't, and that, my dear, is what's going to make this much, much more fun." That comment was enough to send chills from her head to her toes. Before she knew it, he was on top of her, kissing her again. She never thought she'd be able to breathe again. When he finally broke for air, he grabbed her waist, as if they were a couple who did this often.
"Ecklie,"
"It's Russell. Are you sitting down?"
"Yes, why?" he put his coffee down.
"Morgan's been kidnapped."
"What?! By who?!" Ecklie wasn't sitting anymore.
"We don't know yet, but Greg and I are working on it."
"Where are you? I'm coming."
"Conrad, I don't think that's a very good idea…"
"Tell. Me. Where. You. Are. She's my daughter. I'm not going to just sit around and twiddle my thumbs!"
"Conrad…"
"Russell. If you don't tell me where you are…"
"We're at her apartment." Russell finished for him.
"I'm on my way." Ecklie slammed the phone shut and put it back in his pocket, already on the road.
"Ecklie! Ecklie! Argh!" Russell slammed his phone shut too.
"He's on his way."
"Of course he's on his way. I was a fool to think I could stop him. Okay." Russell took a deep breath. "Morgan's smart. What could she have left us..." he started walking around the room with his flashlight. "Hey, Greg."
"Yeah," Greg said, turning around from the closet where he was attempting to get the shoe impression on film.
"Take a look at this, what do you make out of it?" Russell was leaning near a wet spot in the carpet.
"Well, it's not blood…"
"It's not sweat…"
"Do you think it's the abductor's…" Greg almost choked on his swallow and couldn't finish his sentence.
"Only one way to find out." Russell took a swab out of his kit and gathered the evidence.
"How did you two manage to find out about this before me?" Brass said, walking into the bedroom.
"Right place at the right time." Greg said.
"Russell!"
"Okay, who invited Ecklie?" Brass moaned.
"Conrad, stand down." Brass held his hand up before Ecklie could walk into the bedroom.
"Don't tell me to stand down, Jim! If it was your daughter you know you wouldn't either!" he screamed.
"I'm right here. You don't have to scream. Let the CSI's do their job. If they're half as good as they usually are, they'll find her."
"Half? Half as good? They better be at their best! And where are the rest of you!?"
"Other cases, and I doubt they even know Morgan's missing yet…"
Just then, Greg's cell rang. "It's Nick." He announced.
"Sanders."
"Greg? Greg, I just heard! Is it true?! Has Morgan been…"
"Yeah."
"Where are you? I finished up early and will do anything and everything I can to help find her."
"Russell, Brass, Ecklie, and I are already at her apartment. You could meet us here.."
"Shoot me the address." Nick hung up and Greg texted him the address.
"Russell, Nick's on his way."
Greg's cell rang again.
"Sanders."
"Greg! It's Archie. I blew up the photo that you sent me from that girl's cell phone. Turns out, she captured a picture of the license plate and didn't even know it."
"Did you get a hit?" the whole room fell silent.
"You're assuming I ran the plates already?"
"I know you're smarter than to call me just to tell me that you saw a picture of the plate. Now, did you get a hit or not?!"
"Yeah, car's registered to an Abby Tristan."
"Was it reported stolen?"
"Nope, but I can give you an address."
"Text it to me." Greg shut the phone, and put it back in his pocket, storming out the door. "Archie got a hit on the license plate. It's registered to an Abby Tristan. He should be sending me the address right about…now." His cell phone beeped.
"Hold onto this until Nick gets here, when he gets here tell him we caught a break and to take this to the lab so Henry can test it." Russell barked at the officer in the doorway. Brass and Ecklie got into Brass's squad car and Russell and Greg jumped back into the SUV. Greg hoped and prayed that they would find Morgan.
Sorry! Would've uploaded sooner, but I was doing some editing! Oh, and I added some lines this time, as you can see. These next chapters are going to move rather quickly and switch back and forth pretty often!