A/N Sorry for the wait…I was on vacation to India and Dubai…well here it is Chapitre 11.

The sudden sound of the engine shattered the eerie silence. The car started up and Calleigh was thrown back against the back doors as the van jolted forward. After letting her body rest against the doors she pulled her aching body up so she could sit on her knees, her face at eye level with the bottom edge of the window. She peered out the tinted glass and she could just barely make out the familiar peach stucco of the crime lab. As blackness clouded her vision, Calleigh surrendered to the darkness and slipped into unconsciousness.

About 15 minutes later, the car stopped abruptly, the brakes screeching and Calleigh's eyelashes slowly fluttered open. For the next minutes the deadly silence overcame her once again and that twinge of fear twisted uneasily in her stomach. The back doors were roughly thrown open and Calleigh was faced with a big burly man. He was dressed in all black and was wearing a black ski mask with a yellow smiley-faced flower on the right side. His dark eyes were menacing and cold and his huge fists clenched and unclenched threateningly.

Despite the…fairly unpleasant…situation, Calleigh couldn't smother the tiny grin that appeared upon her face.

It was just too funny really. The flower was a hilarious touch to the somber, frightening man. The man stepped forward to grab her wrists. Writhing away she avoided his firm grasp. Clumsily, he attempted again but to no avail.

"C'mon Calleigh, don't make this harder for yourself," the man warned.

"You don't scare me…HAGEN! Nice flower by the way," Calleigh smirked.

"Damn! How'd you know?" Hagen whined worriedly. Stetler was going to KILL him.

"You have a burn on your left wrist," Calleigh informed him.

The GLOVES! That's what he forgot! Shit! His fingerprints must be all over the place now! That's all Caine needs to get me in for LWOP.

"And I would know that irritating voice anywhere," Calleigh spat.

Hagen's anxiety and anger overcame him and his hand shot out and connected with her cheek in an open handed slap.

He reached for her wrists again and this time managed to take hold of it, seeing as the force of the blow had knocked her over. A whimper escaped from Calleigh as pain blurred her sight. Her arm was definitely sprained.

Taking this opportunity Hagen held her wrists with his left hand and pulled out handcuffs, from his pocket, with his right. Somehow, he managed to fasten the metal rings onto her small wrists.

Satisfied, he released her wrists and caught her ankles. With great difficulty, Hagen held her ankles with the left hand and reached into his seemingly bottomless pocket. Hagen lifted a scarlet rag and attempted to tie it around her ankles, which was proving to be rather tricky.

Hagen stretched his hand to fit around her feet. Using his right hand he placed the cloth on one ankle and held it in place with his thumb. Then, he wrapped it around and surprisingly skillfully tied it in a double knot.

Meanwhile, Calleigh's face had turned almost completely pale white, her eyes were closed shut and her left hand was in a tight fist. Her neatly manicured nails dug into her palm and her breathing was shallow and laboured as she tried to swallow the pain. Tiny, salty, tears started to burn in her emerald eyes before she gently shook her head causing them to retreat back and vanish.

The pain was awful. She had been victim of much worse but not in a long while. Growing up in Louisiana with 2 drunk parents hadn't been the best time of her life, not in the least.

Calleigh's stubborn and defiant streak was reborn as she lifted her head to stare into Hagen's eyes. This wasn't a love kind of "stare-into-his-eyes" this was a "I'm going to kill you sometime" kind of "stare-into-his-eyes."

"What the hell are you trying to do, you sick bastard?" Calleigh spat, indicating her restraints.

"You'll find out soon…"

Hagen pulled another rag out of his, yes, his pocket but this one smelled distinctly of chloroform. He grabbed her hair yanked it hard, and smacked the rag over her face.

Darkness again filled her mind as the chloroform began to work it's magic.