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Chapter 5
The hands that gripped me from behind tugged me back until I tripped and they pulled me up. I struggled against them but their hands clamped down on my wrists holding them behind my back. The hands shoved me forward, leading me to some unknown place. What the hell is going on? Where is my team? How did they get passed my whole team without not one of them noticing? Why have they taken Grissom and Catherine? Are they okay? If something has happened to them..I am going... My thoughts were interrupted by someone shoving me once more into a space and then they were gone. I heard the loud screech of a door closing and i felt a cold draft blow against my hair. I quickly lifted my hands up and released myself from the hood. I quickly glanced around at my surroundings. It looked like i was in some sort of room. Most likely held within the basement. Although, this particular layout of the room wasn't in the blueprint of the Club that we had received from Intelligence, so it obviously was a secret room. Great. I reached down to my knee boots and unzipped the left one. I unhooked a mobile phone i had secretly attached to my leg and pressed 1. Nothing happened. I glanced at the phone and saw that I had no signal. Either it was because I was in a basement, that interfeared with the signal, or they had a transmitter that knocked any cell phone signals out. I groaned and looked around, closely inspecting the room. It was painted a clinical grey with no windows. It was a little bigger than the interrogation rooms the County had. The only thing the room held was a metal chair, pushed against the back wall. I walked over to the large door and knelt on the floor, looking underneath it. I only saw darkness outside from the tiny gap between the door and floor. I stood up and analyzed the door. There was no handle, so it was only acessable from the other side. I turned around and looked around the rest of the room. I swallowed as the feelings i was trying to ignore started flooding my senses. Fear laced with a heavy dose of anger started to mix in the pit of my stomach and i started banging on the door. I banged on the door, screaming for them to let me out. Knowing that they wouldn't didn't stop me. Images of Grissom and Catherine being interrogated flashed in front of my eyes making me hit the door harder. I stepped back and tried to kick it, but it was solid. I continued to pound on the door, until i felt a sudden jolt of pain seize my hand, shooting up my wrist. I winced looking at my hand. Blood was dripping from my fingernails, and the look of angry black and purple bruises were forming on my hand. I swallowed and realized i needed to stop, or i would break my wrist. Okay, just calm down. Remember your training. This isn't the first time something hasn't gone according to plan. You just need to improvise. I turned back to the room looking for anything to go on. No windows, no other doors leading to other rooms. Nothing. I closed my eyes, trying to fend off the sudden unexpected tears. This is not how i wanted things to go. This is as far from how i pictured coming back home. Coming back to Grissom. Even if he still wanted me. He could have moved on. I was gone for 2 years. A lot can happen. The draft brushed my hair once again. I shivered and realization finally hit me. My eyes snapped open as i looked around the room for the source of the draft. It wasn't coming from the gap between the door and floor, so i got up and looked around. Then i glanced up, hoping it wasn't some ceiling fan. Gratitude washed over me as i was granted the site of a internal air conditioning system. I walked over to the chair and grabbed it, positioning it under the system. I tugged off my boots and snapped my phone back on the buckle secured around my ankle. I stepped onto the chair and assessed the machine. It looked like a generic brand, manufactured in the millions. Having seen hundreds of the same proto type at various crime scenes when i was a CSI i knew where to lift the particular part that would turn it off. I hesitantly lifted the left side and was rewarded with the dying sound of the motor. I pushed it up and placed it aside in the ceiling. I grabbed the right side of the device and pulled it down, as flying bits of dust caused me to sneeze violently. I shook my head and jumped down on the floor. I placed the machine on the floor quietly, as to not make any announcements as to what i was doing. With that, i stepped back up on the chair and stood on my tip toes looking inside the ceiling. I pushed aside wires and light caught my eye from the far side of the room. I squinted and noticed it was another vent. I silently thanked the many companies for having to install their equipment next to a well ventilated area. The hole that once held the machine was a little smaller than me, which meant it was going to be a tight squeeze, but it was my only option. I braced my hands against the sides of the hole and used my upper body strength to pull me up. I grunted as i pulled myself up, and exhaled harshly as i squeezed through the hole. I got through and crawled through the tiny space. I made my way to the other vent and brushed off the thin layer of dust that covered it. I squinted my eyes and looked through the vent. It looked like another room, same as the one i was pushed into. Although this time it had 2 occupants. Not the 2 people i was hoping to see, but these were interesting none the less. I identified one of the occupants as Louis Lorenzallas. Well known drug lord, established in many criminal activities, wanted by many agencies throughout the United States. I had gone undercover, trying to get information from Louis on an upcoming terrorist threat. The Op i had done with Louis had gone okay, my cover alias was Jenna Borvoe. The other man, young, in early 30s I didn't recognize. He was tall, at least 6''3 , with an attractive but bland face and dark brown hair. The one characteristic that screamed out from this simple man was the vibe he was exuding. Danger. It was pulsating off of him in ways, and i made a mental note not make this man very angry. I watched the two men talk to each other as they glanced at a computer on a desk. I watched their lips move as Louis said something that made the other man snap.
"Her name is Jenna , Ryan. I know her. She isn't a threat. But she will be if we keep her in there for much longer. Do you know who she works with?" Louis said
"Yes, you've told me before. But i want to check her out for myself. You trust too many people, and look were that has gotten you." He said, throwing him a look of distain over his shoulder. He glanced back at the computer screen as pictures and credentials flicked pass the screen in seconds. The Federal Government Seal flashed brightly at the top of the screen. They were checking to see if i worked undercover, how they had gotten access was anyone's guess. Hacked into the system, had a inside source that was dirty, there were dozens of possibilities. Louis continued to talk to the man who was supposedly named Ryan, as i glanced down the end of the shaft. I squinted and saw another vent, as I started to pull myself towards it I banged my knee against a pole with wires reaching out in every direction causing a loud bang. My whole body froze and my heart rate sped up as if i had just ran 20 miles. I swallowed as i glanced quickly to the vent where the two men resided. The room was empty. They knew. I didn't waste time hanging around. I quickly crawled to the other vent and looked in. It was another room like the one i was held in, with one chair, but unlike my room, this door was left open. Lucky me. Not caring about being loud now, i quickly turned around so my feet rested on the vent and kicked it open. I squeezed through and jumped down. I quickly scanned around, looking for possible threats. I made my way to the door and slid up against the wall. I tried to calm my racing heart and breaths by doing multiplication in my mind. I listened for the sounds of footsteps and when i heard none i quickly leaned into the doorway and scanned the halls. There were 2. The left one looked like it had 3 or 4 more doors, as far as i could see. The right had 2 doors and then went around a bend which i couldn't see any further. I quickly stepped out of the room and quietly made my way to the bend in the right hall, looking for threats. As i approached the final steps i heard a mans voice crack a few feet away and i stilled. Get ready. His footsteps grew louder as he walked towards me, unaware of me yet. Adrenaline pumped through my blood like cocaine, giving me an intoxicated feeling. He rounded the corner and spotted me with a surprised look on his face. Before he could react i held up my arm, extending my elbow. Hitting him square in the head with the base of my elbow, causing him to lose his balance and knocking him unconscious. He slumped on the floor as i watched his eyelashes flutter close. My head snapped around as i heard another man coming from behind. He spotted me before i could situate myself and he launched himself at me. He punched the air as i side stepped his throw, while i extended my foot kicking him in the stomach. He rewarded me with a grunt and came after me again, recovering. He came at me punching the air, and finally hit causing me to lose focus and give him the advantage. He pinned my arm behind my back and pushed me against the wall, face forward. I winced as he twisted my arm in an awkward position. He leaned into my neck, breathing hot against my ear.
"Now what do we have here...You know...Boss is looking for you...And aren't i lucky that i found you.." He chuckled, slightly loosening the grip on my arm for a split second. I took it and twisted my arm free, punching him quickly in the face. He moaned in pain as i split his lip. He started muttering curses at me as i heard footsteps approach from the direction the first guy came in. This isn't good. I had a good chance against one, but two? And i was cornered from both sides. They definitely had the advantage. Think, do something quick. The other hostile rounded the corner with a tazer. Weapons, not good. The 2nd guy was recovering from his split lip and approaching me fast. I kicked him in the chest sending him back a few feet, although the 3rd guy approached from behind and sunk the tazer in my flesh. I unconsciously yelped as pain shot through my body and i couldn't move. I sunk to the floor as the man released the tazer from my flesh and pushed it in again. Sending white fissions of searing pain throughout the continents of my body. I slowly felt the numbness associated with unconsciousness present itself and i bit down on my tongue, breathing in the fresh pain. Awakening pain. The 2nd man finally recovered from my roundhouse kick and i saw him in my vision. He stood over me looking down with death etched in his pupils. His face contorted into an angry grimace as he lifted his leg and landed it into my rips. I screamed as i felt him kick over and over again, wanting unconsciousness to now grant me freedom. As i felt the 3rd man sink the tazer into me once again, she greeted me with release and i fell into a dark sea of nothingness with only a deep, loving, familiar voice calling my name in the abyss.