Author Notes: So to start, sorry for the extreme time delay, here is the next part of the story. I hope you enjoy it and please review.
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Her head felt like it was going to explode. She gradually began to open her eyes despite their obvious resistance. When her vision first began to focus, she became instantly aware of the dark setting of her surroundings. She also quickly realised that she was in fact laid on her side on a cold concrete floor. She began to pull herself off the ground and tried to sit up. A task she did not find easy in the slightest, her entire body ached and was incredibly sensitive. Not to mention she couldn't move one of her hands, as soon as she felt the cold metal make contact with the delicate skin on her wrist she knew she was handcuffed to something. After much difficulty and several muttered curse word she managed to get herself into a somewhat upright position. It was only now that Catherine was able to survey her surroundings in a bit more detail.
Her eyesight quickly adjusted to the darkness and her CSI instincts began to kick in, as she absorbed every inch of her surroundings. Desperately looking for any clue that may indicted where she was. Even in the evident darkness she noticed that with the exception of a chair, door and small window above her head, the room was completely empty. It suddenly dawned on her where she was, she was in a basement, an old unused basement at that. Unfortunately, this new found knowledge that she was in a basement was next to useless since almost every basement in Vegas had the exact same layout, hell even her old basement looked like this.
Rather than dwelling on the lack of useful information she turned her attention to the sharp handcuffs that were causing her a great deal of discomfort, she turned her body round in an attempt to stop them cutting into her quite so much and also so she could see what exactly it was that she was handcuffed to. She instantly saw the old broken radiator that she was now an extension of. Catherine looked down at her wrists; it was then that her anger began to boil over.
"He's tied me up with my own bloody handcuffs! You've got to be kidding me!"
As she tried to calm herself down and think of her next move, she began to wonder how long she'd been there and if anyone had noticed she was missing. The aches in her body and thumping headache made it feel like she'd been laid on that floor for days but she knew that in reality it probably hadn't been more than a few hours. There was no light coming in through the dank window above her head so she figured it must still be night. Everyone at work would still be at on shift, with all the drama at the lab she knew no one would be expecting to see her this shift and none of them had plans so they wouldn't realise anything was wrong until she didn't turn up at work tomorrow. Lily had picked Lindsey up from school and was taking her back to her house until tomorrow. Her frustration was slightly subdued by the knowledge that at least her daughter was safe with her Mom.
"Damn it. No one's even going to notice I'm missing." Her voice was exasperated but defiant.
Suddenly the pain in her body and the many questions swirling round her head were pushed to the back of her mind as she heard a door being opened, closed and locked before someone start the decent of the creaky stairs that lead to the room in which she was being held captive.