A/N I am so sorry for the incredibly long wait...the next chapter will be posted by the end of the week. Y'all deserve it! Please R & R! Thanks! D 3 –CsI-aDdIcTeD
Her body had become accustomed to the constant jostling of the van's tires against bumpy dirt roads. She brushed the slim bulge in her pocket as if to assure herself the phone was still there. In his jaded rage, Hagen hadn't noticed it.
Eric briefly crossed her mind. His incredible smile, his infectious laugh, dark brown eyes, his gentle touch, his sweet kisses. Did he know she was gone? Would he notice? Would she him again? Calleigh could only imagine how worried he would be.
She was jolted out of her daydream as the incessant rumbling abruptly stopped. The eerie silence returned once more, but only momentarily. Heavy footsteps could be heard from the trunk, feet crunching against the sandy dirt signally the approach of her kidnapper. The back doors were forcefully thrown open and before Calleigh had a chance to react, she was being picked up and swung onto the man's shoulder. She let out a groan when her stomach roughly collided with Hagen's sturdy limb.
Hagen carried her about thirty meters, her bound fists pounding ineffectively on his back. They entered a hut-like shack and he briskly walked into a room and proceeded to throw her onto the cold cement floor. She heard the door slam and the heavy footsteps echoed softly before deathly quiet overwhelmed her tingling senses once again. Calleigh simply lay on the ground, the cool floor acting soothingly as ice to her aching muscles. She then sat up, hands handcuffed, ankles loosely tied and her keen eyes sharply swept over the dingy room.
There was a rickety bed, a toilet and a sink, all firmly implanted into the floor. There were no windows and one blown light bulb. Calleigh hopped up to the very sturdy door and carefully inspected it. She desperately raised her bound hands and twisted the cold steel knob to no avail. She figured it locked automatically behind Hagen. Pressing her ear to the door she received only silence in return. Backing away into the farthest corner of the dark walls confining her inside.
She stretched her hands to her pocket, thanking god her hands were handcuffed in the front instead of behind her. She stuffed both hands inside and pulled out her thin black cell phone between the tips of her fingers. For a moment she just stood there unsure of what to do. Quickly deciding, she hobbled over to the bed and set the phone down on the hard mattress. Kneeling on the floor she brought her hands up and frantically flipped open the phone, the hard metal cuffs biting into the pale, sensitive skin of her wrists. She used one finger and pressed the number 2 on her speed dial, praying that Hagen wouldn't come back any time soon then she bent herself over to listen to the voice on the receiving end.
"Caine."
"Horatio, it's Calleigh," she whispered, her voice raspy from the lack of water.
"Calleigh are you alright?" Horatio asked feeling immediate relief and began running towards the A/V lab.
"Yeah, I think so. I don't know where I am. The kidnapper is – " Calleigh croaked breathily before the oak door flew open and Hagen stood at the entrance fuming. His light brown eyes darkened to deep chestnut and his rage was evident. His eyebrows furrowed and his teeth clenched. The menacing look was complemented by the shadows cast upon his face.
"I don't think so bitch."