Calleigh smiled down at what she was seeing. It was the bullet that they'd taken out of her from the hospital, and the bullet that Tracey had discharged from his gun in the murder. They'd taken the gun he had on him when they picked him up, and the bullet from Calleigh's side matched both his gun, and the bullet from the crime scene they couldn't pin him for. Well now, they had him for attempted murder of a police officer, and first degree murder. All Calleigh needed to do was sign the paper and everything would be official. Before her pen even hit the paper, she heard a deep voice.
"Put the pen down."
Calleigh's brows furrowed. She turned around in her chair and looked at the tall man that was standing in the shadows. "You know you're not supposed to be in here, right? This is authorized-" The rest of Calleigh's words were muffled with a rag. As soon as Calleigh was passed out, he took her into the shadow and put her in a body bag and wheeled her out to the back, where he followed procedure to take her out to the van to take her away to what the man by the door thought was going to be the funeral home, but in reality, she was going somewhere completely different.
When Calleigh woke up, she found herself laying on a blanket on concrete. She looked around and didn't panic at first, but when she looked into the small window that led into a different room, she flipped.
On the other side of the room, Tim was lying there, faced away from her on his side. Her eyes went wide and she immediately began to start banging on the windows. She cried out his name, but he didn't budge. She cried against the window, and then found a door, but of course, as she could have expected, it was locked.
She went back to the window and tried to punch through it, but it just made her hand hurt. But Tim must have heard it, he started to move. It was a few minutes before she sat up and looked towards her. "Tim!" Calleigh yelled loudly, pressing her hands up to the window.
Tim walked groggily to her and looked at her though the window. "Calleigh, are you alright?" Calleigh nodded.
"Did they hurt you Tim? What do you remember?" she asked him, wanting to hold him in his arms, but she wasn't able to. This tiny piece of glass was keeping her from her love.
"I was in trace, and some guy came up behind me and took me. I passed out before I got to the door."
Calleigh looked down and found herself wearing a white robe. It was skimpy, and didn't cover her up much. She figured that it must have been in his plan to get her out discreetly, which was why she was wearing this. He must have put her in something see thru. Tim was wearing a white tank top with white boxers.
"I can't remember what happened to me," she told him. She looked in the corner and saw that there was a bag, that had a note attached.
"PUT THIS ON OR ELSE YOUR LITTLE BOYFRIEND DIES"
Calleigh gasped and put the note to the side. She reached into the bag, finding nothing but a skimpy halter top and mini skirt inside. As soon as she figured out what he was going to do to her she went pale. She swallowed hard and put the clothes down, and then went back over to the window. "Tim, you know I love you more than anything in the world, right?" she asked softly.
Tim looked at her, wondering what was going on. She quickly changed into the clothes, and put her heels back on, then went to the window. "Yes, why, Calleigh, what's the matter?"
It was then that a man entered Calleigh's side of the room and looked at her with a grin on his face. "I love you Tim, I love you," she whispered through the glass as the man pulled her down onto the blanket.
Tim watched the events unfold in front of him, and as soon as he figured out what was going on, he couldn't watch. He hid in the corner of the room, covering his ears like he used to when he was little and didn't want to listen to his mom and dad fight. He could hear the man in the next room hurting her. He was probably putting pressure on her wound. Her shrieks did nothing to Tim but make a shiver run down his spine. He was helpless to protect her. He just couldn't do it. He hoped that Horatio found them soon.
Back at the Miami Dade crime lab, Horatio Caine came looking for his co-worker and friend, Calleigh. He knew that she was just finishing the paperwork on the Tracey case and he wanted to see her bright smile that he hadn't seen in a while. But when he came in , all he found was a rag that smelled like some sort of chemical, and Calleigh's paperwork and pen. There was dirt on the floor, which was odd because only Calleigh was in here today and her heels never brought in dirt like that. He soon paged Eric to go look for Speed so that he could work trace on this. He sighed, wondering how everyone would react when they heard that someone took Calleigh.
Eric paged Horatio back, wanting to meet him in trace. Horatio bagged all the evidence he found in the room and then went to go meet Eric.
"H, what's going on?" Eric asked him, keeping a stern face. He wanted to know what was going on and why he wanted him to find Speed, whom by the way, he hadn't found.
"Eric, someone took Calleigh."
Eric sighed and looked down at the floor. "Yeah, someone took Speed too," he said before holding up an identical rag and the dirt he'd found, but Eric had something that Horatio didn't. He had a shoe print, and some sort of wheel going through the dirt.
"Eric, there are no other crime scenes today."
"You got it H."