The Great Escape
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Disclaimer: I do not own CSI NY
A/N: The study bug took over the writing muse so this may not sound fluent. Too much text book reading I guess.
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'There's nothing here,' Lindsay walked out of the bedroom pulling off her latex gloves. The rest of the team were scattered around Diego's apartment but no on yet found anything circumstantial. The apartment was similar to the one in Jess' condo - simple, clean and empty. Diego lived a minimalist's life style finding no needs for random bits of knickknacks that would just end up being left around. He had a closet full of standard clothes, none of which Lindsay could find any trace on, and cupboards full of canned soup arranged neatly and orderly.
Don stood by the window flipping through Diego's post which was pulled out of the letter box at the front desk. Bills, bills, a letter from a development firm and a postcard form Aunt Mildred.
'What's SuperPlex?' Don asked tearing open one of the envelops.
'Isn't that the new shopping complex they were meant to build on the harbour?' Stella walked out of the kitchen into the living room.
Hawkes shook his head, 'No, I heard it was a new set of office blocks.'
'Story goes, it was meant to be a shopping complex but the development company ran out of money so sold it to brokerage firm who began build over it but then they ran out of money so currently it stands as a horrible little piece of unfinished architecture over looking the harbour bay,' Lindsay shrugged when she noticed everyone staring at her. 'What I read the paper.'
Don stop and wondered for a second; an unfinished building, a letter approving Diego on the purchase on one of the lots. 'The buildings not yet complete right, Lindsay?'
'No, they abandoned the project a few months ago until they can find the money to start building again.'
'Why? What you thinking Don?' Stella walked over to Don, leaning over his shoulder to read the letter.
He tried to piece it in his head before explaining it, 'If you were going to hold someone hostage where would you do it?'
The team stood quiet for a moment. 'Somewhere where no one knows your there and where no one can find you. Somewhere remote so no one can hear you,' Lindsay commented.
'How about an abandoned, incomplete building?'
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'You like classical music?' Jess leaned herself against the rocky pillar and watched her abductor place his feet up on a wooden create and leaned back in his garden chair. She'd been awake for around an hour now – the longest time so far. Her captor was quiet, clam, but unsociable. His back was still facing her and though she'd tried to keep the conversation going she couldn't find out anything about him. What she did know that he thought that everyone else in the world was a threat towards her and to him he was doing the right thing – keeping here, away from prying eyes.
'It keeps me calm,' he replied. His eyes closed, savouring the quite melody that seeped out of the radio. 'What about you?'
'It's alright.'
As the silence dawned on them once more a gull came swooping through the open window. Jess watched as it hopped from side to side along the unfinished floor. Just as the gull ducked its head to the ground Jess caught, out of the corner of her eye, a glistening reflection on the floor. Focusing on it more carefully she noticed it was a broken piece of glass, most probably from what used to be the open glass window. Carefully inching herself towards the shard she kept her eye of the back of her captor. He was slouched down in his chair, relaxed, unaware of what was happening around him. Cautiously dragging her self across she floor she was almost in reach of the glass. The sun was glowing brightly in the afternoon sky and the feel of the suns soft tipped rays pressing against her skin made her smile, the small glisten of hope of getting out of here and reached her.
Finally reaching the piece of glass Jess reached out with her tied hands to pick it up but losing her balance she quickly toppled to the side scaring the gull away. It rose off the ground in flight and darted for the open window leaving Jess lying motionless on the floor and her captor to sit up altered in his chair.
'What was that!' he said.
Holding her breath she replied quietly hoping he wouldn't turn around, 'What was what?'
'That sound. That sound,' he was standing now but didn't turn. Jess quickly pocketed the shard of glass and could feel it poke against her as she slid it carefully into her back pocket.
'Just birds,' she reassured him, crawling back to her original spot by the pillar.
'No, I can still hear it,' he turned to her now just as she leaned back but instead of walking towards her he shot past her to the open window. 'The police!' he cried. 'Can't you hear it the sirens. They've found us.'
Jess listened carefully and just as he said the small echoing of police sirens travelled across to her. They'd found her. They'd come to rescue her.
'You!' he suddenly turned to her, angry and disappointed. She quickly hid her smile. 'You led them here! You told them where we were!'
'What!' Jess said shocked. 'How was I meant to have told them where we are? I don't even know where we are!'
'You told them!' he accused her quickly walking to her side. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up. 'You betrayed me!' The back of his hand flew and slapped Jess across the face. Static pain shot through her body as he dropped her and she began spitting out blood.
'We've got to get out of here!' he ran to his things and grabbed everything, shoving them into a backpack. 'We have to get out of here before they find us!'
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The NYPD cars and trucks stretched to a halt in front of the abandoned complex. The CSI team piled out of the black SUV while Don exited from a department car. Uniforms and officers surrounded the parameter armed with their weapons while the rest suited up in their vests.
'Okay, we have a high unstable man in their holding an unarmed officer prisoner. He possibly has a gun. We know very little about him except that he's killed 2 people already. Our aim is to find Detective Angell and get her out safely while apprehending the culprit. Alright?' Mac informed the rest of the officers while everyone prepared themselves. 'We'll have people posted at each possible exit while we enter from the front. We need people surveying and canvassing each floor but according to our evidence he's taken residency on the 16th.'
Mac turned to Don who stood silently behind him, 'We'll get him okay.' Don nodded him head understandably. 'I don't want you to hold a grudge towards this man alright. You arrest the man and get him out of there – that's all nothing else.' Mac turned away and prepared with the rest of the team to enter. What did Mac think Don was going to do?
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'They're here. They're everywhere. We won't be able to get of here! This is all your fault,' he slapped her across her face again and this time she fell flat to the ground. Shaking her head slowly she tried to focus. Don and the team were here she needed to find away for them to find her.
'Quickly, we need to hide,' bending down in front of Jess he pulled a pocket knife and cut the rope around her feet. Grabbing her shoulder he pulled her up and forced her to walk. Entering a long corridor he dragged her up a flight of stairs before reaching a door. 'You need to wait in here.'
Opening the door he tossed in his backpack and pushed Jess in, 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm just trying to protect you!' Pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket he tied it around Jess's mouth stopping her from screaming. He pushed her into a corner and before she could move, got up and shut the door, leaving Jess in darkness.
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Mac led the team silently through the building and up the stairs. Officers and uniforms drifted off searching other floors while the main team pursued up to find Jess. Reaching the 16th floor they quietly dispersed, checking every room of the floor.
'I found something,' Danny voice echoed through the empty floor. Walking in, gun still in hand they examined the area. The wooden create, garden chair and radio was still set up but no signs of Diego or Jess. Lindsay retrieved the CSI kit and the team began processing.
'We've checked every floor but no signs of anyone yet,' a uniform walked into the room and confronted Don and Mac.
'Keep looking. We need to find any evidence we can if he's taken her someone else.'
'Mac!' Stella called from the other side of the room. Bent over she fiddled with cotton buds and liquid. As the rest of the team came closer they held their breath and waited for the result and a sense of fear showered them when they noticed the colour change.
'Something definitely happened here – blood.'
'Its not enough to indicate that she was stabbed or shot or bleed out in anyway,' Hawkes surveyed the area following the splatters of blood that trailed across the floor. 'This looks fresh,' he called out moving towards the concert pillar. 'I found some hairs as well - long, brunette hair.'
Don could feel himself going pale, the fear, horror, concern of what had happened. He was sure that something had happened here but where was Jess now. What had her captor done to her?
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The room had no windows and only the one door. Pushing against it with her shoulder was a failure when the door didn't open so she had only one choice. Thrusting her hands deep into her back pocket she could feel the blood seep from her fingers when she came in contact with the glass. Fishing it out slowly she positioned the top of the glass to rest against rope as she carefully pushed it up and down hoping it would cut through the rope.
Finally feeling the looseness of the rope she tugged her hands apart but it wouldn't budge. In a state of panic the glass slipped from her fingers and in the darkness of the room she could hear its contact with the ground. Quickly dropping to her knees she fumbled for it and shards began tearing at her skin. Her fingers traced a flat smooth surface and she began lifting at it trying not to make it slip. Quickly pressed the side of the glass against the rope it began to weaken again and eventually came apart. Pulling the blind fold off, she could feel the blood drip from her fingers and down her face. She was free.
Searching around in the darkness Jess felt the backpack. Pulling it open she pulled out a torch light. As she turned it on her eyes caught a glimpse of something black shiny lying at the bottom of the bag. Pulling it out she realised it was a gun. She felt safe knowing she didn't had it but there was still a sense of doubt that he might just come back for it.
Scanning the torchlight over the room she carefully studied her surrounding. She stopped when she realised the sprinkler system above her. Following the pipes the lead to a handle position on the wall. Turning it on, she braced her fingers tightly around the gun. Gripping the trigger she lifted her hands, aiming at the sprinkler system. Praying that the water supply was connected to the pipe she pulled the trigger tightly causing masses of water to pour down over her.
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The team froze in their positions realising the sprinklers were on.
'Did anyone hear that?' Don muttered.
'The gun shot yeah,' Danny replied shaking off the water.
Turning to the door Mac lead the way, 'It's came from upstairs!'
As they reached the bottom of the stairs a shirking scream came from the floor above. The team froze in their stops, hands reaching down for their weapons. Their hearts stopped for a moment, they stood in silence, only the soft patter of the water could be heard until there came another scream.
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A/N: Hello, one week of exams to go and one more coming. Was meant to be studying for my science exam but got kind of bored so here's how I filled my time. This was a bit of an odd chapter especially since I forced myself to write it which personally I don't think was a good idea but I felt I needed to write other wise I'd lose interest in it by the time exam week was over. If you're lucky I think I can get another chapter up by the end of tomorrow before I forget how the whole scene ends. But for now, tell me what you think. If it's any help I love waking up in the morning to an inbox full of reviews XP