Chapter 18

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WARNING – This chapter contains some pretty suggestive material – including F/F foreplay and forced sexual contact (not rape). Please read only if you do not find this offensive. I am making no judgment on any lifestyle. This is simply a character in a work of fiction.

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Sara looked up at the door and realized she knew the woman who entered the hotel room.

Jackie, from the club.

Oh Shit, she thought. This can't be good.

"Well," Jackie began, " I guess you remember me!"

"Of course," Sara answered her, "From the club."

"Well, I thought you were pretty that night," Jackie said, "But right now, laying there are hot and naked, man I swear, you are gorgeous."

"I'm really quite plain," Sara answered, trying to downplay the sexuality that she had recently rediscovered.

"No," Jackie corrected her, "You are beautiful, and I definitely will hate killing you when we are done."

Sara went cold.

"Don't look so surprised," Jackie spoke clearly and coldly, "I know you are a cop, I know your friend was a cop, and I know you are undercover trying to find me. But you know what, they won't find me, because they think I'm a man. HA!"

Sara's mind scrambled to find a way out of this predicament.

"Now, let me see those beautiful breasts," Jackie said as she approached Sara with a sharp, shiny knife in her hands. She used the knife to cut Sara's bra at the center, and then used the tip of the knife to push the bra cups off Sara's breasts.

"Beau-tiful," Jackie sighed as she used her rough hands to massage the exposed and cold nipples.

Sara fought against the contact, but she was tied tight enough to impede any escape from this assault.

Jackie stopped and smiled. "Don't fight it, Sara, get in touch with your feelings. You might as well enjoy this because it is going to be your last time!" Jackie flipped the knife closed and slid it into her back pocket.

Jackie climbed onto the bed and began sucking Sara's nipples. She felt them harden under her breath and she laughed when Sara struggled to try and get away.

"Oh, baby girl, fight it at all you want, it just makes me want you more."

Sara got a sharp scream out – "HELP!" she yelled.

Jackie drew the knife back out of her pocket, flicked the blade open, and place the sharp point against Sara's neck. "Do that again, and I'll end it now. Understand?"

Sara nodded.

Jackie reached over into the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed, pulling out a vibrator, a butt plug and some lubricant.

Sara began to panic. She could see where this was going, and it was not looking very good.

"Don't worry," Jackie instructed her, "It's not going to hurt – much."

Sara quickly got her mind wrapped around the situation and realized that she was going to have to talk her way out of this one.

"You know, you really don't have to tie me up for this." Sara couldn't believe she heard her own voice saying this.

"Oh, so you like it with girls then?" Jackie asked.

"Oh yes," Sara lied, "I actually had a girlfriend in college."

Jackie sat back, shocked. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

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Theresa Marks appeared in the doorway of the AV room where Brass, Grissom, Nick, Warrick, Greg, and Brass stood watching something on an image projected from the computer to the screen on the wall.

It appeared to be a flashing light.

"Why aren't you out there trying to help us find her?" Marks demanded.

"Because in exactly 1 min and 30 seconds, we will have her exact location," Grissom answered her.

Marks took her position between the other investigators and held her breath.

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"The four aces motel on the outskirts of town," Archie said.

Grissom raced out of the room, followed by Brass and the other investigators.

Marks looked at Archie, puzzled. "How did you find her?" she asked.

"It wasn't me," Archie answered, "It was Grissom's SPS."

"SPS?" Theresa asked, "I've heard of Global Positioning Satellites, GPS, but never an SPS."

"Sara Protection Service," Archie chuckled, figuring that the rumors were true, "He put a GPS tracker in a necklace and gave it to her before she began the assignment. He figured that way if anything happened, he'd be able to find her."

"Damn," Theresa swore, "That's good."

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Sara continued to try and engage her captor in conversation.

"So, you said you know I'm a cop," Sara said as Jackie returned from the bathroom with a beer.

"Of course I do," Jackie answered her, "You and that guy."

"Why do you say that?"

"Don't try and play games with me," Jackie instructed, "I'm ready now and you better get your head ready, because once I'm done, so are you."

"Why do you want to kill me?" Sara asked.

Jackie looked at her, this time getting frustrated by the woman's ability to want to talk to her about the situation.

Jackie grabbed a facecloth out of the bathroom and placed it in Sara's mouth.

"Now, that should shut you up!" Jackie laughed, sipping the beer, and rubbing lubricant up and down the shaft of the vibrator. "She pulled the knife back out of her pocket and slowly sliced the panties in half, removing them one piece at a time from Sara's body.

Jackie stepped back, admiring Sara's physique, and planning how she wanted to take her.

She approached the bed and began to pour lubricant on Sara's stomach. She poured the slimly liquid slowly, enjoying every moment of the act.

"Don't worry," she instructed Sara, "This is the fun part, you will really enjoy this."

Sara shook her head, trying to get a word out, but failing.

Jackie pulled out the vibrator and again began to rub it up and down with the lube. But she quickly dropped the device when she heard screeching tires on the pavement outside the hotel.

"Shit," she yelled, struggling to find the knife that had just slipped out of her pocket. She reached to the floor to grab it, but realized that the footsteps on the stairwell were getting too close.

"This isn't over, Sara," Jackie promised her as she popped open the small bathroom window and slipped out.

"LVPD, OPEN THE DOOR," Sara heard Brass' voice.

The door was quickly kicked down, and, much to her relief, the first face she saw was Gil Grissom.

He quickly assessed the situation and grabbed the cloth out of her mouth, covering her naked body quickly with a blanket to protect her modesty.

"Brass," he yelled, "No one comes in here without my permission."

"You got it," Brass answered, "Is she ok? Did we get here in time?"

"She's fine," he answered, and then looking at her asked "You are fine aren't you?"

"I've been better," she answered, "But now that you are here, I know I'll be ok."

"Where did the creep get to?" Grissom asked.

"She went out the window," Sara answered.

"Did you say she?" Grissom clarified.

"Yes, I can describe her," Sara answered.

"Brass," Grissom called, "You'd better get Theresa Marks on the phone and get in here quickly!"

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A/N So I did not leave you with a cliff hanger and I did not hurt Sara. I kept my promises! About two chapters left, so please leave me a review and let me know how I'm doing!

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