Author's Note - I have been working on this for a while and because I write chapters in advance they should be up pretty quickly! Enjoy!
Morgan was about to answer when she felt a cloth around her mouth. It smelt weird, like a swimming pool. By the time she realised it was chlorine it was too late, the world was already fading fast. The last thing she heard was Sean scream her name...
When she woke up she found Sean lying next to her. He was still unconscious. She decided to look around but found she was chained to the bed. All the memories of her previous kidnapping flooded back to her. Soon she was surrounded by bad memories and nightmares. She felt hands wrap around her. Looking up she realised it was Sean who was holding her. She burrowed tighter into his arms and let the tears cascade down her face. His embrace was warm and comforting, morgan felt welcome in his arms. She felt safe.
"Maybe the CSIs aren't so strong after all!" the voice interrupted them, but Sean never let go of her. When they didn't answer the man laughed and said to another man standing behind him "Are you sure we got the right ones?" the man obviously nodded for the boss began to walk over to where the two CSIs were sitting, still intertwined together. "So are you two mute or something?"
"No,"replied Sean, "What do you want with us?"
"Well first we want your girlfriend here to ring her daddy and tell him exactly what we want."
"Which is?" Morgan shifted in Seans arms so that she could see her captor.
"Oh so she speaks. I want justice for my father's death. You bastards at LVPD charged him with the murder of my mother 28 years ago! He didn't do it! He was put on death row and killed. His last words were his plea of innocence!" the man was starting to look nostalgic and hurt but soon snapped out of it, "You are going to help me!"
"Then can we go?" Morgan knew the answer as soon as the words came out.
"If everything goes to plan, yes."
The man left the room telling them he would be back with the script for her father.
They sat in silence for about 10 minutes until Sean asked what they were going to do.
"I don't know, go along with everything I guess."
"Are you sure, what if something happens to your dad. We could try and negotiate?"
"Sean, we are in no place to make a deal! If my father's life is in danger then I don't want to gamble!"
"Ok, don't worry. I wouldn't do anything stupid, or would I?" he had a mischievous grin on his face as he went to tickle her. She screamed but he wouldn't stop . In the end they both had tear stains down their cheeks and they were laughing so hard that they had to get off each other in order to breathe.
"Well that took your mind off things didn't it!" he was struggling not to laugh as he remembered the surprised look on her face as he had tickled her.
"Yeah, thanks. You really cheered me up!"
"Well that's what friends are for!" Friends? What's all that about? I flirt with her then call us friends? God, I love her! He thought.
"Yeah, friends..." Morgan sounded hurt. I thought he liked me? Maybe friends is all we are ever going to be?
The door burst open and their captor was stood with a piece of paper in his hands. "Come through, I want you to read this to the camera." Both of them stood up. "No, just the girl. You're going to stay here. Don't worry I've included you in the script."
"Ok, I love you Morgan."
"I, I love you too."
The door closed leaving Sean alone with his thoughts. God! Did I really tell her I love her? She said it back, now she thinks I said it because I'm scared! God, I'm such an idiot! Maybe she meant it as much I did? No, don't get your hopes up Yeager! She could never love you back, she's too good for you! His head was spinning with all that had gone on so he decided to go to sleep.
He was awakened by the noise of Morgan being led back into their room. She looked as if she had been crying; her eyes were red and her cheeks were puffy. She collapsed onto her bed and began to cry. Sean sat up and held her close just like before. He whispered "Shh, everything will be ok. Your dad will come and save us." her continued to stroke her hair until her felt her move. She was now looking at him straight in the eyes. He felt her lips press against his. He kissed back with as much passion as her. When they pulled back he could see the happiness in her eyes but that soon turned into something else, worry. He moved a piece of hair that had fell across her face and put it behind her ear, never loosing eye contact.
"Did you mean it when you said you love me?" she whispered.
"Yes, with all my heart."
"Good." she kissed him again, "I love you."