Chapter 5

Sara woke up to the man untying her wrists from the bedposts. She was still very tired and could use a few more hours of sleep.

"We need to leave. Get up." the man said.

Sara got up and started heading towards the door. The man caught her arm and said, "No you don't. I need to make sure you won't run." he grabbed more duct tape and tied Sara's wrists up behind her back. He grabbed the gun from the table and put it to her head. "Walk."

Sara went to the door and waited for him to open it for her; then proceeded outside. She looked around now that there was sunlight. She didn't see anything. They were in a big open grassy field. The only road she could see was in front of the motel.

There were no cars in sight. "I guess this is a secluded place." she thought to herself. The only mode of transportation she saw was a big 18-wheeler sitting on the side of the road.

They got to the truck and he opened the back hatch, "Welcome to your new home for a while." he said as he was pushing Sara in. Once she was in he closed the door with a loud slam. Sara heard him lock the door afterwards. She sat down.

"Damn. What am I going to do? I need to get out of here." she said out loud knowing he couldn't hear her.

The truck started moving. It gathered up speed quickly. Sara was inside the cargo holder of an 18-wheeler with nothing to hold onto. She was sliding all around the place. She tried to stand up to get a better footing but she just kept falling back down. She found a spot where she didn't move as much. She propped herself up against the wall closest to the driver. She placed her feet firmly on the ground, slightly spread apart to prevent her from moving. She sat there while the truck kept driving. Sara didn't know where she was, or where she was going.

After what seemed like days to Sara, the truck finally stopped. She heard the drivers' door open and close again. She was waiting for him to come back to the door and open it but he didn't. The man just stood outside the truck yelling in to her, "I'll be back soon. You're probably bored. I'm getting you a friend."

Sara stood up and ran towards the voice. With all the strength she could muster, she slammed her body into the door hoping she could get through. "Let me out! Don't hurt anyone else!"

He just laughed as he walked away and towards another apartment complex. He stood outside for a moment. "I love Miami. The sun is always shining. And there are always beautiful women."He entered the complex and headed up towards a specific room as if the homeowner was expecting him.

It was 6:00 pm now and he expected his next victim to be home any moment. He needed to get ready. He went into the room, and took in his surroundings. He needed to make sure he knew the building before he tried to take anyone. It made it easier for a clean getaway.

He heard a key rattling in the door. He turned quickly and hid in a walk-in closet. He left the door open a crack so he could still see what was going on.

The woman walked into the front room and set her badge and gun down on the table by her door. She walked away from it and headed towards her kitchen to make herself dinner. She opened the fridge and grabbed everything to make herself a tasty ham sandwich. She sat down at the kitchen table. Her blonde hair had fallen down her back

The man came out of the closet very silently making sure he wasn't heard. He took out his gun and walked up to see the name tag she had placed on the table. He searched for her name, 'Calleigh Duquesne.'

Calleigh sat at the table eating her sandwich when she heard a voice come from behind her, "Don't turn around or I'll shoot." The voice was deep and icy. She put her sandwich down on the plate and swallowed what was in her mouth.

She stayed looking forward. She could feel the gun being pressed against the back of her skull. She heard the sound of the gun being cocked and closed her eyes. "What do you want?"

"Get up." the icy voice called.

Calleigh stood up and was now standing beside the chair she was sitting on moments ago.

"Now, I want you to write something down for me. Write 'Dear Horatio, We have been kidnapped. Bring one million dollars to the beach by noon on Thursday or say goodbye to both of us. Calleigh.' then sign it." the man said as he was handing her paper and a pen.

Calleigh wrote the note and set it on the table, "Who else do you have? Why take both of us?"

The man sneered, "So many questions. You'll see her when we get outside and I took both of you because if your boss doesn't mind you getting killed, hers will."

"She's another CSI." Calleigh concluded still not facing the intruder. Calleigh quickly turned around and punched him in the jaw. He must have seen this coming because he quickly defended himself and pushed Calleigh to the ground.

There was a grunt as Calleigh hit the floor. Another grunt as he put his foot down on her back; preventing her from getting up.

"Don't try that again!," he scolded as he pressed the gun to her head.

Calleigh put her hands up onto her head as a defense, "Please don't shoot. Please." She was almost in tears when the intruder lifted his foot off her back and knelt down beside her. She heard the sound of him taking duct tape off the roll. He still had the gun pointed at her head.

"Put your hands behind your back," he demanded. Calleigh obeyed. Once the man had both her wrists firmly in his grasp, he layed the gun down and started wrapping the duct tape around until it was almost impossible for Calleigh to move her arms.

He stood up and grabbed the gun. He then proceeded to grabbing her arm and pulling her off the ground. He put another piece of duct tape on her mouth.

The man pulled her out of the apartment complex and headed towards the big 18-wheeled truck. Calleigh couldn't say anything, but she kept trying to say 'stop' though it was inaudible. She started shaking her head as though she didn't want to go in. She tried to squirm away but his grasp was too strong. He kept holding her arm tighter and tighter every time. Calleighs arm hurt so much and could tell she'd have a bruise there later.

They got to the back hatch of the truck and he unlocked it with one hand while holding onto Calleigh with the other.

Sara was inside and could hear the door unlock. She got up as close to the door as possible so she could run when he opened it. The door was open and she started to jump out when another woman pushed into her and they both fell backwards into the cargo hold. The man closed the door behind them. Their only way of escaping. They heard it lock and the truck started driving off again.