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Chapter 6

Mac and the team had raced over to The Point in Central Park. Another small team had been assigned to help, they had brought along some blood hounds which had all seemed instantly hot on the trail of something. It had taken just a few minutes for them to drag their handlers over to a spot right by the water's edge.

Over an hour had passed and the dogs were now gone and the team had found what they had come looking for. It was a wooden box and from the stench coming from it they knew it was their DB. They were all stood back watching as it was lifted from the ground. It creaked like it was going to burst open but it didn't.

"Lindsay I want you to come back to the lab with me." Mac said. "Flack, Danny, Hawkes you're in charge here. I don't think there's going to be anything to find but we need to keep this scene sealed until we know for sure. For Jo's sake we really can't afford to miss a thing."

Everyone nodded, all ready to follow their instructions. Mac walked over to Hawkes and asked, "Are you sure you're up for this? If you're not…"

"I'm fine, Mac. But thanks anyway."

Mac patted him on the shoulder and then left them to get to work. He had to get back to the lab to find out how their vic had died, and how they would help him get Jo back.

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It hadn't taken long to get back to the Crime Lab. Outside, it was swarming with Reporters, the street was littered with News vans. The team had gathered a lot of unwanted attention over the last couple of days. Somehow it had gotten out that Jo was still alive and that the team were the only ones who could help her.

As he rode the elevator alone up to the Crime Lab, Mac couldn't help but think how much he hated Reporters. Mac was so far 'putting off' orders fill them in on the case. He didn't see how it would help.

He stepped out of the lift and walked towards his office, thoughts of Jo racing wildly in his head. He was about to sit down and hide behind his desk for a while when he heard someone shout out his name, heard their heavy footsteps charging towards him.

He turned to see Russ Josephson storming towards his office. He continued to watch as he came straight into his office and right over to him. He was a little shocked when Russ shoved him back but he managed to stay calm and held his hand up to stop Adam who was about to come racing over.

"What the hell is going on, Mac? You don't bother to tell me Jo's alive, I have to hear it off the news! Thank God the kids are away camping with my brother and his family so they didn't have to hear it the same way!"

"Russ…"

"Jo may not be my wife now, Mac, but she was and she is the Mother of my son. I deserve to know if she is still alive. We all deserve to know!" Russ yelled.

"I know and I should have told you, but I haven't had a minute to breathe and neither has my team. We've been struggling to find Jo, to get her back. Right now I don't even know for sure we're going to get her back alive…and those kids shouldn't have to lose their mother twice."

Russ looked at him and Mac could see the tears building in his eyes. He suddenly felt really guilty. "I'm sorry." Mac said.

Russ nodded. "Me too. I should have known you'd be doing everything you can to find her."

Mac smiled and said, "She'd do the same if it were the other way around."

Russ half smiled and said, "Mac, I want to be a part of this. Please, let me help get her back."

Mac thought about it for a second, another set of hands on board would only help. He nodded. "Okay." he replied.

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It was a few hours later and the team, plus Russ, were sat around the large table awaiting Sid's results from the post mortem. It was easier this way, to have them all together because they all needed this information and Hawkes and Danny had some more to offer. Lindsay also had something to share about the makeshift coffin the body had been in. Finally Sid walked in and it could all begin.

Mac quickly glanced over at Russ and offered a quick smile before he began. "Sid, what did you find?" he asked.

"Our vic was a Caucasian female, early to mid-twenties and also in her third trimester of pregnancy."

They all felt sickened by what he had said.

"So we have two victims." Lindsay said as she sat back in her chair and put what Sid had said to what she had discovered for herself when examining the box. It made her incredibly angry. Danny reached under the table and gave her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

"I can see no obvious signs to cause of death. She wasn't shot or stabbed. She did have a broken arm. Her left radius bone was snapped clean in half."

"Why did he bury her only to have us find her? I mean why in a box, why not just burry her in the ground, surely it would have been easier…" Adam asked.

"On the inside of the box I found some food wrappers and a couple of bottles of water. There were also scratch marks on the lid…she was alive when she was buried in that box." Lindsay said as she shoved the pictures across the table.

They could all see the clear bloodied scratch marks on the lid of the box, and the scattered food wrappers.

"What's that small circular hole in the lid?" Russ asked.

Danny took a look at the picture and found a picture of some evidence they had found. It was a narrow pipe. "We found a few pieces of narrow piping at the scene. It was stomped into the mud, but put together it created a line of pipe about 5ft long."

"I'm guessing that this pipe went through that hole. We found enough to head straight from the coffin up through to the surface of the earth above the coffin. It would have offered her a supply of oxygen." Hawkes said.

"Until it was stomped on." Russ said.

"Probably by a birdwatcher." Mac said, imagining it in his head; someone's heavy boot coming down onto the inch or two of pipe sticking up from the earth, crushing it into the mud. Inside her coffin the victim lay unsuspecting and unknowing that she had at best just two hours left to live.

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Jo was sat on her mattress using the torn up rags she had made, for the wound on her side, to clean up the blood on her face. The entire left side of her face was throbbing with pain. She couldn't see because she had no mirror but she was sure her face was just one big bruise. It certainly felt it. She was trying to rest her tongue to one side of her mouth so as not to snag it, again, on the broken tooth in her mouth. It was so damn sharp that her tongue was already cut to ribbons from it.

She leant back and rested her head against the wall behind her and tried not to think about how much her face hurt. She had also used the rags to wipe the blood away from the bite marks that covered her shoulders, they too were also badly bruised. She hardly turned to face it when the door opened with its usual loud woosh. She wanted toscream in anger and pain when Ged threw a pile of clothes at her, all of them hitting her right in the face.

She looked down at the pair of pale blue jeans, white strappy t-shirt and the lilac shirt that lay in her lap. They were clearly women's clothes but ones that would be far too big for her. She wanted to ask him what the hell he wanted her to do with them but her head overruled her and told her not to speak because to do so would cause her face pain and risk her snagging her tongue on her tooth.

It didn't matter anyway because he suddenly told her, "Put them on, now!"

"Why?" she asked. Her own cloths were a mess, scorched, ripped and covered in blood but they were her own and she would rather keep them on than wear someone else's.

"I am not driving across town with you looking like that!"

Jo looked at him in total confusion. "Where are we going?" she asked.

"Just get changed!" he told her.

She shook her head. "Not until you tell me where we're going?" she said. She didn't want to go anywhere, she knew if they moved it could make it harder for the team to find them. She'd never be rescued.

"Get changed!" Ged roared at her.

He really didn't have any patience what-so-ever. He didn't give her chance to stand up as he stormed over to her, grabbed her arm, and ripped her up from the mattress. She tried to push him off her but her strength was nothing against his.

He slammed her against the wall causing her to yelp in pain. She hadn't realised just how bruised her back actually was. He grabbed a hold of her shirt and pulled on it, practically ripping it right off her. "Is this what you want?" he yelled in her face.

"No!" she screamed in panic as he grabbed the waistband of her trousers and began to pull on them.

He paused and a smirk spread across his face. "You're no fun." he sneered as he let go of her. He took three big steps back into the doorway and stood there.

"Get changed." he told her again, this time he was calm.

"Get out then." she said as she glared at him, hating him so, so much.

Ged smiled and shook his head. "I don't think so."

Jo just shook her head in disgust. Knowing she had no choice she peeled off her shirt. Literally peeled it off, wincing in pain as it pulled away from burns that had bled and oozed dry against her shirt. She threw it down on the floor and was shocked by how blood soaked it was. She carefully reached down and grabbed the other top and pulled it on over her black bra. Every little movement hurt like hell.

Next she unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her trousers. She pushed them down over her matching black panties to reveal more burns and angry bruises. She had to choke back a sob, she looked a mess and she knew it probably made Ged happy to see her so injured.

She looked up at him and suddenly wished that was what she saw in his eyes but what she actually saw instead scared the hell out of her. He was looking at her with dark lustful eyes. She quickly kicked her trousers off and reached for the other ones, but it was no use.

She hit the mattress before she even realised she'd been pushed down. Ged grabbed her arm and twisted her over onto her back. She looked up to find him staring right back at her. "Get off me!" she growled at him.

Ged ignored her and once more held both her wrists in one strong grasp. She tried to wriggle free from beneath him and tried not to panic as she heard him unbuckle his own belt and unbutton his jeans.

No matter how hard she tried she couldn't free herself from him. She knew what was about to happen and she hated herself for not being able to stop it. The moment she felt him thrust himself into her she wanted to scream in anger, in frustration, in pain. She couldn't wipe the look of pain off her face and it only seemed to encourage him to move faster and harder into her. Her pain turned him on.

She still didn't give up trying to pull her wrists free from his grasp, no matter how much harder he held onto them, as he continued his assault, panting and groaning above her like a dog. An eternity felt like it had passed and she couldn't help but cry out in frustration and disgust as she felt him reach his climax inside her. He'd stolen his pleasure from her body and she'd been unable to stop him.

His body slumped down on top of her. His grip was gone from her wrists but she was still unable to push him off her. She could only lie there, trapped beneath him, feeling humiliated and dirty. She didn't even feel relieved when he pushed himself up off her. He pulled his trousers up and said, "Hurry up and get dressed." as he walked out of the room. He walked over to his bed and dropped down onto it and lay there as she struggled to push herself up.

She grabbed the trousers and began to put them on. She forced back tears and tried to ignore the throbbing pain between her legs as she pulled them up. She fastened them up and then held out her hands in front of her. They were shaking like leaves in a violent wind. She sniffled back a sob and pulled on the lilac shirt. It was far too big but it felt nice to have something loose covering her body.

She began doing up the buttons but stopped when her shaking hands made the simple task far too difficult. It was then she noticed the angry bruising that was forming around her wrists. It was suddenly too hard to hold in her tears and a few began to fall. She suddenly thought about all the rape victims she had come across in her job, lots of them, Serena Matthew's, Amanda Tanner and now she was to be added to that list too. Anger suddenly helped her force back her tears and regain composure.

"You ready?" she heard Ged ask her.

She looked up to find him standing in the doorway again. Without uttering a word to him she walked over to him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her aside so he could shut the panic room door.

Woosh…

TBC

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