Calleigh woke up and found herself wrapped in the blanket. Her side hurt where she got shot, that man had put his hand on it and pushed it hard, making her scream out in pain, and it still hurt, it still felt like someone was pushing down on it. The worst part was, she never even saw his face. She couldn't look at him, even though he'd told her to, she refused. She took a deep breath and unwrapped herself to find that she was dressed back into the white robe that she was in earlier. She went up to the window to see Tim in the corner. "Tim, baby?" she said through the window, wishing she could break it.
Tim heard her and ran up to the window. His eyes were red and they were tear soaked. "Calleigh, are you okay?" he asked her with concern. He hated the way she looked so scared. Her hair was all tussled and probably knotted, her eyes were red as well, and they had mascara all around them and black streaks down her cheeks from crying. Her lips were red and slightly swollen, and from what he could see, there were bruises on her legs.
Despite everything she was feeling, she nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay," she said lightly, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. Of course, she would have done anything for Tim, but treatment like this was cruel, especially when he was in the next room. But Calleigh was just trying to protect him. "I love you Tim," she said lightly as she put her hand up on the window. Tim nodded and put his hand up on the window, over hers.
"I love you too Calleigh," he said lovingly, looking at her with sad eyes. Calleigh looked down at her feet, then back up at the window. She got an idea, and smiled a little, hoping it would work. "Tim, I need you to stand off to the side okay, just for a few minutes."
"Cal, what are you doing?"
"Just trust me." With that, Calleigh took off her heel, and put it in the duffel bag that was in the corner of the room. She was glad she'd worn her chunky heels today. They were heavy, since she'd only been planning on being in the lab all day. She didn't wear them for comfort. She stood near the window, and swung the bag as hard as she could, and succeeded in breaking the window. Tim came back to it, and knew that they couldn't fit through a window as tiny as this one was, but they could hold hands through the small hole that Calleigh had created. For now, it was enough. Just to be able to touch each other was enough to hold them over.
Back at the lab, Eric had just finished running trace on the two rags. They both turned out to be the same chemical. Chlorobenzene.
"So both of them were wiped out with the same chemical, and were knocked out pretty quickly." Eric formulated.
"Yes, so they didn't have time to react when they covered their mouths with the rag," Horatio said, his mind was obviously working hard when he got this sort of tone. He said everything slowly because he was thinking of something else. "Can I see those pictures of the wheel marks?" he asked, and then was handed the pictures. "This wheel is two inches in width. That's the same as our gurney's here at the lab," he said.
"So whoever this guy is drugged Calleigh and Speed, then took them out in body bags?" Eric asked.
Horatio nodded. "Yeah, did we get trace back on the dirt?" Horatio asked him.
Eric nodded. "Yeah, it comes from southern Miami, out in the middle on nowhere practically."
"Alright Eric, get in the air and use the heat censors. I'm going to ask Tracey a few more questions." Eric nodded quickly and then went off to the roof where the chopper would be waiting.
A little while later, Horatio had Tracey in the interrogation room, and he was pissed. He never liked it when someone screwed with his CSI's.
"Alright Tracey, tell me where they are," Horatio demanded. Tripp was next to him, arms crossed over his chest.
"I don't know who you're talking about," Tracey said sharply. Horatio knew that he held the key. He knew where his CSI's were.
"What do you want Tracey?" Horatio asked, eyes glaring at him.
"I want to be moved to a county jail, and I want the death penalty removed," Tracey told him. Horatio looked to Tripp, who nodded.
"Fine, I'll get you moved closer to home, and you won't get the death penalty," Horatio agreed.
"They're out in Southern Miami, all the way down near the border, in a house by a small lake. One of the inmates here told me he was getting out, and I asked him a few favors. I hope you can get them in time," he said with a smirk.
"Frank, you heard him, he just copped to kidnapping and malice. I believe that would earn him, along with his previous crimes, the death penalty," Horatio said with a smirk before walking out.
"What?! You can't do that! You promised that I'd be moved to a county jail and that I wouldn't get the chair!"
"Life sucks, doesn't it Tracey?" Horatio said with a chuckle as he walked out of the room and then radioed Eric as to where Tim and Calleigh were.