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Now for the good stuff!

**WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT AND LANGUAGE! You Are Warned**

"It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic."

From "The Murders In The Rue Morgue" by Edgar Allan Poe

"How long is this going to take?" Tim asked as he stared at the screen. He'd been in the city for almost four hours, hitting the crime lab as soon as he arrived. Having met Mac only once before, Tim didn't know what to expect, but his welcoming was nothing short of professional courtesy. Tim had told of the situation, and within minutes, the former Marine was leading him down the bright corridors of the lab towards the A/V lab, his intent direct. Unlike Horatio, Mac held a steady determination; he didn't waste time on pleasantries and was ready to get to work, just what he wanted.

Tim glanced at his watch and sighed heavily, sitting back in his seat. The lack of time that he needed was irritating him, knowing that every moment that passed was another moment that she was getting further away. Gesturing towards the screen he groused, "This thing's been going at it for almost thirty minutes."

Looking up at Tim, Mac then looked back at the screen and shook his head, "Patience, Speedle. As soon as it's done we'll have the results."

"Eight hours and counting. You know what the threshold is for kidnappings, right? Twenty four hours before she becomes a homicide statistic." Tim flicked the pen he had in his hand and got up to pace, running his hand through his hair. Over and over through the hours, Tim had gone through all the scenarios, what he could be doing to her. The images of brutality that he knew of, he ran through and it kept him anxious. He was going crazy waiting for a red blip on the screen.

Watching the computer for a little longer, Mac sighed and rubbed his temple. The sudden change in the red dot to green and the computer coming to life caused Mac to sit up in his seat and start typing on the keyboard. "Got a hit, Speedle. Look's like they are on the move…got them just outside Albany, Georgia…heading northwest on 520."

"Northwest? He's not coming north…Where exactly is he going?" Tim questioned aloud. Approaching the screen he peered closer watching as the blip moved slowly. Why was he still in Georgia? Where was he taking her? Those questions burned through his mind as he tracked the progress. "He could be taking her anywhere."

Standing at the door listening to them, Horatio lowered his gaze and raised his brow as he spoke, his voice coming smoothly, "Maybe to where he had met his former wife?" When the two men turned to looked back at him, Horatio moved further into the room, a file in hand, "Mac…"

"Horatio. So…what makes you think that?" the New York detective asked as he turned in his chair.

Holding up the file and then handing it to Tim, Horatio finally looked up, "My team found out that Professor Larken was married up til two years ago when his wife was killed in a car accident. My CSI seems to fit her appearance which is more then likely why he was stalking her."

Tim leafed through the file and shook his head at the obvious similarities. He could see now why Larken was hell bent on having Calleigh for himself. Folding the file back down and handed the file to Mac, he looked to Horatio, "He's going to try and recreate everything. Their meeting, their marriage…."

"And possibly the pregnancy." Seeing Tim's looked, Horatio sighed and slowly moved over to the desk, "Mrs. Larken was three months pregnant when she died."

Looking over the information, Mac shook his head and crinkled his brow, "How long was this guy stalking CSI Duquesne?"

Still floored by the information, Tim shook his head absently, "I-I don't know, but it was enough that he knew everything about her." Placing his hand on his hip, he gestured to Horatio, "We need to find her, Horatio. If we know anything about Calleigh, we know that she won't be complacent, she won't be what he wants her to be. And when she doesn't do that…"

Nodding, Horatio tried not to think about what Larken might do to her. Looking over at Mac, Horatio raised a brow, "Can you continue tracking him from here for us, Mac?"

"Yeah, anything you need, Horatio. We'll give you two a call with anything new…stops he makes, locations…anything you need."

"That will be greatly appreciated," Horatio replied as he then looked towards Tim, "I've got us tickets already to Atlanta leaving in a few hours. From there we can rent a car and follow them."

"That's time that we don't have, Horatio. Did you hear what kind of wake this guy leaves? If one thing goes wrong, he's liable to snap and take Calleigh out. We need to get to her quickly, H." Tim couldn't believe that he wasn't following this with his usual tenacity. Watching him closely, Tim narrowed his brow, "H…you know how crucial time is."

"Speed, as of right now we don't really know where he is going with her. If we go anywhere else and he doesn't show, then that's time wasted," Horatio replied as he looked at the man.

"I just can't sit around and wait while this mad man has Calleigh. He killed six men like it was nothing, Horatio. What exactly do you think he's going to do to her?" With the question hanging in the air, Tim moved away, his expression darkening, "I guess I was wrong in how much you really cared."

Raising a brow, Horatio felt his temper rising and his voice dropped, turning cold as he took a step towards Tim, "Don't you dare think I don't care about her. I will not endanger her further by going in blindly. Now we either can do this my way or you can go back to your daughter."

"Fine, have it your way," Tim responded as he walked away. He couldn't sit still when he knew that Calleigh was in harm's way. "But, you have to ask yourself this, Horatio. Shouldn't we be following the trail? We might be a step behind, but maybe we can find something to point us in the right direction. He's only human, he's gonna have to stop sometime."

Thinking about what Tim said, Horatio then looked to Mac and sighed, "Can we back track where he's been in the last ten hours, Mac?"

Turning back to the computer, Mac started typing, "I can see if we can get a general location."

"That's all that we need," Horatio responded as he glanced in the direction of his retreating CSI's form. "We just need a starting point, Mac."

Doing more typing and then waiting, Mac's eyes crinkled as a red line ran back through there movements. "Last stop was in Quitman, Georgia, just outside of Valdosta…2342 Henry L. Reeves Highway also known as US Highway 84," he replied as his fingers continued to move across the keyboard.

"There's a motel there?" Horatio asked, checking his watch. Time was against him, but he thought it worth a shot.

Pulling up more information, Mac's eyes crinkled, "There's a flight out of Atlanta thirty minutes after you land…it's going to Valdosta which is…" he said typing away again, "twenty to twenty five minutes from Quitman."

"Okay, we'll have to take that. This could lead to more clues as to where he's going with her exactly." It was a long shot, but he was willing to take it, for the sake of her safety, he could only hope that there was something there to point them in the right direction.

The jostling of her body caused Calleigh to stir, opening her eyes to heat and darkness. The feel of the gag back in her mouth caused her to moan out loudly and she tried to move, finding her hands tied behind her and her feet tied as well. Realizing she was in the trunk of the vehicle, she rolled slightly, bringing her feet up at kicking the trunk lid as hard as she could. The vehicle hitting a bump in the road jarred her and she groaned in pain from being in the same position for so long.

Sweat ran off her brow from the heat of the day and she wondered how long he'd have her in there. Looking around, she tried to find a way out, but with the inky darkness, none could be seen.

Driving with determination, Christopher glanced in the rear view mirror, his thoughts going to her in the trunk. He never wanted to put her in the trunk, but from her exhibition of defiance at the motel, he felt like it would be better if he didn't press his luck. She'd been unconscious when he placed her in there, but that was almost two hours ago, he had to wonder if she'd woken yet.

Spotting an exit with a gas station, he slowed down and took the off ramp. Turning into the gas station, he pulled all the way in the back and got out, walking towards the trunk. Taking a look around, he tapped the top of the trunk and spoke aloud, "We're going to stop for lunch, if you cooperate, you can come out of the trunk. If not, then you can stay in there for a few more hours."

The sound of his voice caused Calleigh to look up, her hair sticking to her forehead from her sweating. Making some noise, she tried to speak, finding it difficult with the gag in place. The opening of the truck caused her to close her eyes tight as the sunlight shone in. Breathing heavily from the heat, she squinted as she tried to look up at him.

"Are you ready to cooperate?" he asked as he leaned in more. Taking his finger, he pulled the gag down slightly and smiled, "If you are good, your rewards will be better. No more heat, I could even think about taking off the bindings…If you could assure me that you'd be good."

Licking at her dry lips, she shook her head, "You wouldn't believe me…" Her voice was hoarse and she tried to clear her throat as she looked back down, not wanting to even look at him.

"You could show some good faith, dear. I'm not that stringent," Christopher responded, lifting her body up slowly. He gauged her expression and pulled the gag down all the way, wiping away the sweat from her brow, "I could treat you right, if you would learn to be compliant. I don't want to hurt you, Evie. I just want to get back to where we were."

"That will never happen," Calleigh groused and rolled her head on her neck. Not feeling her hair behind her, she struggled to reach up behind her, the binds preventing her from doing so. Looking at him, she spoke through clenched teeth, "What the hell did you do to me?"

"I cut your hair. You loved it short, and I love it like that too. When you first got it cut like that, you were terrified, much like what you're doing now." Christopher ran his hand through the short crop and smiled more, "It shows your beauty just that much more."

Fuming at the knowledge that he had cut her hair, Calleigh pulled back from him and all but growled, "I should kill you myself."

Confused, Christopher shook his head, "I- I don't understand, Evie. You liked this hair cut. You kept it until…until…" Closing his eyes, he cringed and then shoved her back into the trunk, slamming it down. "I just suddenly lost my appetite. See you in a few more hours."

Groaning as he pushed her back and slammed down the trunk lid, Calleigh huffed and tried to get more comfortable. Blowing out a tuff of air, she felt as the car started and lurched forward. Crinkling her brow, she yelled out, "LET ME OUT OF HERE…CHRISTOPHER!"

Smirking at the muffled sound of her voice calling his name, he drove further. A step had been made forward, and he was sure that when he got to Nevada, she would start to understand where she belonged. Turning the radio up more, he tapped the steering wheel and started humming along with the song.