Chapter 8

The two women were laying back in the truck. Calleigh on top of Sara after the fall. She looked at where she was and rolled off of the other woman.

Calleigh made a 'mmm-mmm' noise; not being able to say anything.

Sara looked up at her confused, "I'll take that as a sorry." she said aloud. "I guess he didn't want us to be able to communicate to well. I'm Sara. By any chance are we in Las Vegas still?"

Calleigh shook her head. "M-mmm-m"

Sara still looked confused. "I'm sorry. I can't understand you. He told me we were going to pick someone else up. I guess that was you." she said trying to make conversation; even if it was only one way.

Calleigh put her head back against the wall. She was trying to tell her about the ransom but Sara couldn't understand her. It made her feel really bad.

Sara started talking again, "He made me write a note for my boss." Calleigh nodded frantically. "He made you write a note to? I had to write that I quit my job as a CSI." Calleigh nodded again. "He told you to write that you quit?" Calleigh shook her head. "Uh...you're a CSI?" Calleigh started nodding her head. "O good. I guess that's the relation between us. Your boss and my boss must be looking for us. Did the man say anything about where we were going?" Calleigh shook her head.

They sat there in silence for a moment, "Hey, what did you write on your note? Was it a ransom letter?" Calleigh nodded. "Let me guess it said he wanted one million dollars before a certain date or else he'd kill you. How long do have? It's Tuesday today; maybe Wednesday?" Calleigh shook her head. "Thursday?" Calleigh nodded. Well. That's good, in a way. There is no ransom note for me. I don't know what he's planning. He's willing to get rid of you, but not me." Calleigh started shaking her head. "No? Uh...he wants to get rid of me to? Am I in your ransom letter?" Calleigh nodded. "Well, I guess that's good in a way. Your boss will search for you and find me in here to. At least I'll get saved along with you."

They both sat there trying to think of something to lighten their spirits and how to get out of the mess they were in. Calleigh started to get up onto her feet. She was almost up when the truck ran over a bump and she fell down again. She started using her feet to slide over towards Sara's back.

When they were sitting back to back, Calleigh started picking at the duct tape around Sara's wrists. After ten minutes she got them undone. Sara said thanks and turned to get the tape off Calleigh.

"Sorry, there's no nice way of doing this." Sara said as she pulled the tape of Calleighs mouth. Her lips stung but she was grateful it was off and she could talk again. Sara then proceeded to take the tape off her wrists.

"Thanks Sara. I'm Calleigh. For what I was trying to say before, when he took me, we were in Miami." Calleigh said.

"Miami? Man, I hope your boss finds us before he takes us to another state." Sara said putting her head in her hands.

"Okay. We need to think of something to do when he opens the door. Any suggestions?" Calleigh asked Sara.

"Well. I tried to run out before but he pushed you into me. That would probably work if we both leave at the same time and we can use both our hands this time." Sara suggested.

"That'll work. Hopefully it's still just him and he hasn't gathered followers." Calleigh agreed.

The sat in silence for the rest of the drive. They finally stopped and the women got up on their feet to put their plan into action.

The man started opening the door. "Okay, ladies. We've made it to our final desti—" just then, both girls jumped out of the truck and started running in different directions. "Come back here. Don't make me shoot you!" He fired off a shot towards Sara. It just missed her and hit the ground beside her right foot. He then turned to where Calleigh was and fired another shot. This one hit it's target and went straight into her left leg.

Calleigh fell over in pain. She tried to get back up but the man had already caught up to her. The man put the gun to Calleighs head. "Now your boss will never be able to see you alive."

Calleigh then took the riskiest move she'd ever make. She yelled to Sara who had stopped; not knowing whether to keep running or help her new friend, "Run straight until you get to PD. Ask for—" the man shot Calleigh the back of her shoulder. She screamed in pain.

Sara screamed and started running in the direction Calleigh told her.