A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read this story and reviewed it. It really is appreciated. Warning: This chapter contains bad language. I apologize if the chapter is too short.
Chapter 5-
Before any of us had a chance to react, the intruder pushed me out of the way firing a shot into Jake's chest. He dropped to the ground, clutching his chest. In one quick movement the ballistics expert unholstered her gun. The intruder stepped forward and cocked his pistol to the side. Calleigh's emerald green eyes widened and as I watched helplessly in horror the intruder fired a shot into the blonde's shoulder, knocking her backward. Blood seeped through her white blouse, soaking the front of her shirt.
"Wake up, Sunshine." An unfamiliar male voice hissed into my ear, his breath hot against my face. Slowly I came to, my eyes fluttering open upon his command. The brown-haired young man sat in a chair opposite me, a cigarette jammed between his lips. He took one last drag on the cigarette and flicked it onto the carpeted floor, extinguishing it with his boot.
The damp air smelled of cigarette smoke and sweat. Once the pounding in my head halted I could think straight, remembering my situation. The room that served as my prison was small in size. The walls were painted a light green color, a medium sized bed rested in the center of the room, standing to my left. I figured it was probably a cheap motel room. I lowered my gaze, my blue eyes falling on the cold metal handcuffs restraining me to the chair I was sitting in.
The door to the room swung open, sunlight streaming inside through the crack in the door. I squinted my eyes against the harsh light. A pretty brunette appearing in her early twenties stepped further into the room, her long, rich brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The expression on her face was stony, her cold brown eyes followed me the entire distance from the door to the bed. Recognition dawned on me. The brunette was Elizabeth Baker, Brett Thompson's former girlfriend.
She flung herself across the bed's light green comforter. "You look like shit Anna." Elizabeth placed emphasis on my name.
"How have you been?" She asked, attempting to make conversation. I thought that was inappropriate considering the situation.
I flicked my eyes in her direction. "How do I look Elizabeth?" I shot back, anger evident in my tone.
The brunette propped herself up with her elbows, her head resting in the palms of her hands. She pinned me with a vicious glare. "I would love to fill you in on how I've been since you killed my father in the line of duty two years ago. I've been planning my revenge for a long time sweetie." Venom dripped from each word out of her mouth.
I remembered the incident she described clearly as if it happened yesterday. Her father, Aaron Baker held his mistress hostage in his home two years ago. I had my service weapon trained on him when he tightened his grip on the trigger. I had no choice but to fire my gun.
So revenge is the motive for my abduction. "I had no choice but to pull the trigger, your father was about to end an innocent woman's life." I responded.
She threw her head back, laughing. "She was a whore nothing more. My father didn't deserve to die."
I jerked my head in her direction, giving her my full attention. The next words out of my mouth I would regret. "Your father was a monster."
The statement earned a reaction from the brunette. She abruptly sat up, her brown eyes flashing with anger. Her next action caught me completely off guard. Elizabeth's left hand connected with my left cheek, hard. A burning feeling spread through my face. The brunette's accomplice flashed me an evil smile. I had momentarily disregarded him.
Her tanned face was inches away from mine now. "You will pay for what you did Anna. You will pay with your life. And I'll make sure you suffer."
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The blonde-haired nurse smiled sweetly, handing over the discharge papers to Calleigh. The platinum blonde returned the smile and grabbed the papers from her small hands. Eric and Calleigh turned away from the desk and walked down the hallway toward the hospital exit in a comfortable silence. Each were lost in their own thoughts. Calleigh thinking about the life growing inside her, and Eric wondering about his relationship with the platinum blonde.
The hospital doors slid open and the humid air hit Calleigh immediately. The sunshine was warm on her pale skin and a relief compared to the air-conditioned hospital. She stopped abruptly causing Eric to crash into her.
"Sorry." He mumbled. The blonde half-turned facing the Cuban CSI, she placed a hand onto his tanned arm. The contact sent shivers up Eric's spine.
"Thank you for everything Eric." Calleigh said, meaning it.
She didn't know how much she would need him.
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………to be continued……….