A/N: Again with the corrections thing that was mentioned in the last chapter. It looks like I'm going to have to do this everywhere I have a few scene changes. For whatever reason, the way I have scene changes doesn't seem to want to transfer over like I want them too. So then, the changes between scenes get pushed together and are more confusing do to the lack of clarity. *sigh*
CHAPTER 2: WHERE AM I?
*New York*
When Lindsay finally woke up, she found that she was handcuffed to a seat on a private jet. She could tell it was about to take off. There were two men talking in the doorway. Neither of them seemed to notice she was awake. A minute later, the men finished talking and one man came over to her smiling and sat down in the chair across from her as the other exited the plane and shut the door.
"So…Lindsay…how are you feeling?" the man questioned with a smile still on his face.
"Where am I? Where are you taking me?" came her response.
"Now let's not jump the gun too quickly. You'll know everything you need to in good time," the unidentified man told her getting up from his seat and going to the mini bar. "Would you like a drink," he offered.
Lindsay just glared at him. "What's your name," she spouted without much hesitation.
"You're an anxious little thing aren't you," he said coming back to his seat. "My name is Pablo. How about a little something for the flight?" Pablo motioned for a guy behind Lindsay. Suddenly her arm was pricked by a needle and everything went dark.
*From Las Vegas*
Catherine began to wake up. Her head pounded almost unbearably. She opened her eyes to find that she was lying on a couch inside of a designer jet only big enough to hold three people and the pilot. When she started to move her head, she groaned. 'Man my head hurts. It's only 10:30? Geez!' she thought looking at her watch.
"Good morning Catherine," said a Hispanic man in his twenties a bit slyly.
"Where am I," she asked groggily sitting up.
"You are in a jet over the Colorado-Utah border," he informed her. "It'll be a while before we get to our destination. Here this'll ease your headache." Catherine stared at him as she slowly took the pills from the young Hispanic man. Just then his cell phone rang.
"Hello…yeah…huh…yeah. Okay." He hung up the phone. Everything started to spin. Whatever the pills were, they weren't for the pain. Then she was out cold.
*Miami*
When Calleigh woke up she noticed she was in what looked like a multi room warehouse. She also noticed that Alexx was sitting nearby thinking about something with a worried look on her face. The last thing Calleigh remembered was walking to her car so she could go to work. How did she end up here?
"How are you feeling, baby?" Alex asked noticing her friend was awake.
"I'm fine," she answered. "Where are we?"
"I don't know, honey. All I know is Mala Noche is involved," Alexx informed her.
"Do you think Horatio knows?" Calleigh threw out.
"I don't know. There's a lot I don't know." Just as Alexx finished, the door opened and four men walked in, shutting the door behind them. One man had a gun, another man had a tray full of sharp tools like scissors, and the other two men held various whips. What were they going to do with all of that stuff? Calleigh and Alexx got scared. Then one of the men turned to them after setting the gun down on a nearby table.
"Let's lay down a few rules," he said matter – of – factly. "You two will not disobey any of us. And if you try to contact anyone else, run away, or do decide to disobey, we will catch you and if any of those rules are broken, we will not be scared to use ourselves or anything else you see over here as punishment. Are we clear?" Calleigh and Alexx just nodded. "Good," he said then, taking the gun with him, all four men left the room and locked the door leaving Calleigh and Alexx shaking a bit.