A/N: W.I.T.C.A. members arise!!!! Come to life my minions!!!! You know... I probably shouldn't call you 'my minions' if we want more of you to join. *pant pant pant* Still talking shadow language. It's a learning process;)
A big thank you to 'The J Word' A.K.A. JellyBeanChiChi;) She has been awesome and a little part of her is in this story:)
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Chapter Thirty-Six
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"Are you alone, Gilbert?" Shelling asked.
"No." Gil replied.
"WHAT?!" Shelling screamed.
"N-No, sir."
"That's better," Shelling said with a sinister tone. "Now, if your friends aren't gone in five minutes, Sara will lose something. Do you understand me, Gilbert?"
"Y-Yes, sir," Grissom replied, his face white and his voice a bit shattered.
"Do not disconnect this call, Gilbert. I will be listening."
"Yes, sir."
Gil held the phone down as he limped back into the living room. Jim and Warrick looked up from their cards. "Where are the drinks, you need a hand?" Jim asked.
He didn't want to lie to his friends and knew that he needed their help but for Sara's sake he was on his own. "Sara's... uhh... on her way home... and she'd like some alone time before I have to go into surgery tomorrow."
"Gil, we just started the hand." Jim argued. "I don't think Sara will mind if we finish."
"Come on, Jim," Warrick encouraged as he gathered the cards. "I know what it's like when the lady wants to be alone with her man."
"I-I'll t-take care of everything..." Gil stopped himself and took a deep breath to calm. "Don't worry about it."
"Okay," Warrick said with a shrug and Gil walked them to the door. "Come on, Jim, I'll buy you a drink before I go home to my woman."
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When the two men got to Jim's Dodge, the detective looked in his rear view mirror to see Gil talking into his cell phone as he closed the door. "Wants to be alone my ass, did you see that look in his eyes?"
"Yeah," Warrick replied. "Something's got him spooked."
"Or someone," Jim said.
Without a word, Jim and Warrick seemed to silently agree to follow their friend if he left the house. Jim drove around the block and the two waited together in the parked car to see if Grissom left the townhouse.
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Once again, the cell phone became the lifeline for a loved one. But this time, the stakes were higher and there was more than one life at stake. Grissom knew he had to do exactly what Shelling said, but he knew even if he was to die for Sara and their unborn child, that would not guarantee their own safety. He knew he couldn't fight Shelling alone. He didn't have the opportunity to leave Jim a note asking him to look after Sara, so he hoped Jim and Warrick noticed the distress in his eyes and voice and would pick up on it before it was too late.
"They're gone, sir." Gil said as he shut the door and leaned back against it.
"That's a good boy, Gilbert, do exactly as you're told and your slut won't be harmed... too much."
"If you touch her-" Gil began before he could stop himself.
"If I touch her what!!! You'll kill me? Is that what you were going to say, Gilbert?!"
"No, sir... I'm sorry, sir." Gil hung his head as despair began to creep into his heart.
"You're fucking right you're sorry!!! You better watch your fucking mouth, you understand, you piece of garbage!" Reggie shouted, causing Gil to cringe. "Or I'll make her suck my cock before you do!" There was a long silence and as Gil was beginning to think that they had become disconnected Shelling calmly spoke again. "Who owns your fuck-hole?"
Gil swallowed hard and it was audible in the receiver. "You do, sir."
"I do what, Gilbert?"
Gil took a few deep breaths as the feelings of humiliation and degradation sunk in again. "You... own my fuck-hole... sir."
"Good boy, now get your ass in the car and drive."
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Shelling directed Gil to get on the road and drive east. Gil did as he was told and Reggie was silent on the line except for the sound of his breathing and an occasional moan of pleasure. It threw off Gil's concentration and made him wonder what Shelling was doing, or possibly doing to his beloved while he was helpless to save her. As he hit the car packed highway Gil noticed Jim's Dodge several cars behind. The Dodge's presence offered solace to Grissom, until he heard Shelling speak abruptly.
"Get rid of him, Gilbert. Do you understand me?"
"No, sir."
"Your friend, Gilbert. Your friend is following you. Get rid of the Dodge right now, or Sara will pay for your insolence." Grissom couldn't understand how Shelling could know not only that he was being followed, but that it was Jim's Dodge confused him even more. "You're not moving, Gilbert." Shelling's voice reflected his impatience. "Is this a joke to you?"
"No, sir," Grissom said, fear evident in his voice. "I-I'm stuck in traffic, sir."
"Really? Well, Gilbert, I don't know how much longer I can stand not cutting that pert, left nipple off your slut's breast."
"It's the evening rush hour, sir." Gil almost begged.
"Be a shame if your baby would never have a chance to suckle from that," Shelling continued, his evil voice cut through Gil like a knife.
"Yes... sir."
"Lose him! Lose him now, Gilbert!" Shellling growled.
"I understand, sir."
Although Gil's heart raced as he thought about Sara with that madman, a part of his mind clicked. Shelling suspected... No, he thought, he knows about Jim's car. Yet, he doesn't know about the traffic jam. What was going on?
Instead of getting further ahead, Grissom used the jam to get people behind him to move forward, until he was in the lane to the left of Jim's Dodge and only two car lengths ahead.
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Jim and Warrick watched as Grissom allowed traffic to get in front of him. And then they noticed how Grissom seemed to put his car in park. "What is he doing?" Warrick wondered out loud.
Before Jim could confirm his own confusion, he noticed the rapid movement of the brake lights. Over and over three quick flashes, three more prolonged flashes and then three quick flashes.
"SOS," Jim said. "He's using morse code." With that Jim, used his own headlights to let his friend know he understood the SOS.
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A small smile bubbled up as Gil saw Jim's headlights. "Sir, the traffic is slowly moving ahead. Where should I go next, sir?"
"You will drive ten miles northeast then turn north at the four corners. After fourteen miles you will come to an old, abandoned gas station. There is a cell phone tied off the overhang. Get it. There is one number in its phone book you are to call that number from that cell phone, not your own, and you will wait for instructions. You are to bring both phones with you. Do you understand me, Gilbert?!"
"Yes, sir."
"No phones, no slut."
Gil cringed at the use of the word in reference to Sara. "It's stopped again, sir." Gil informed as he came to a stop behind a red Volvo.
Knowing where he should go, Gil quickly formulated what needed to be said in code and hoped his ex-Marine friend would be able to interpret perhaps the most important message Gil had ever sent. Jim and Warrick saw the brake lights flash once again. Warrick listened silently and intently as Jim spoke.
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"Cover blown. Go back. Will go NE 10 miles N 14 miles. Out."
Jim used his flashers to relay, "Copy," as some of the traffic in front of Gil traveled forward. Still locked in traffic, Jim couldn't understand how his cover was blown. Was Shelling in the traffic jam? If so, did he notice the code? "Where the hell..." Before Jim could voice a question, a car rear-ended him, causing Jim's car to crash into the one in front of him.
"JESUS!" Warrick shouted, as he tried to deflate his airbag. "JIM! You OK man?"
"GOD DAMMIT! Where is he?!"
Warrick quickly got out of the car in time to see Gil speed away in front of them. He changed his direction to go northeast at the next major intersection. "Fuck this!" Warrick swore as he got out of the car and reached for his cell. "Someone's got to follow him. We're not going to let him just go off and die."
"Who you calling?" Jim said as he got out of the car to inspect the damage
"Nick."
"Tell him to get his ass out there with Greg or Catherine!" Jim called a number himself. "Ecklie. We need to have access to Grissom's cell phone records. Shelling's got him on another goose chase."
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"The traffic is moving again, sir."
Before he could tell Shelling that Jim is no longer following him, the man on the other line spoke, "Good boy, Gilbert. You did as you were told." Gil said nothing, but something in his mind clicked. "Since you passed that critical test, I'm going to break this lifeline and see if you can establish another. You are approximately 24 miles from your next destination, Gilbert. If I do not hear from you on the cell phone left for you in 20 minutes, Sara will pay for your failing grade."
The line went dead. Gil gunned his engine as fast as possible and nervously ran a hand through his hand. He'd had no idea where he was headed. But he did know 10 miles northeast and 14 miles north was the middle of nowhere in the desert. And Gil had to find a cell phone within that nowhere or Sara would die.
He wove in and out of traffic and as the sun continued to sink behind him people began to turn on their headlights. He cut off an Accord as he swerved out around the red Volvo in front of him and almost side swiped an SUV. There was no time to hesitate and even less time to stop and that is what he told himself as he pushed eighty miles an hour through the thirty-five-mile-an-hour stretch of road. Within minutes he reached the four corners that Shelling had referred to.
The tires of his Mercedes screeched as he slowed the car to fifty-five and rounded the corner. As he came to the end of the last fourteen miles of the stretch the abandoned gas station came into view. He used a trick Catherine used many years ago while on a case and made sure he overshot the location and burned rubber to produce skid marks when he turned around. Gil then made sure his tires peeled out in the sand where he came to a stop.
He jumped out of the car and ignored the pain in his leg as he ran up to the porch connected to the front of the building. Hanging from the roof was the promised cell phone but it was too high for him to reach. Looking around quickly he found an old chair and grabbed it. Without giving it a thought he climbed onto the chair and grabbed the phone. As he climbed down the chair broke but he didn't give it a second thought that he could have hurt himself.
He quickly wiped the sweat dripping into his eye with a shaking hand as he turned on the phone and accessed its phone book. He heard two rings and then Shelling's voice.
"Nineteen minutes, Gilbert. You cut the time short. You're such an obedient little bitch." Gil fought the submissive feelings that Shelling's voice caused as he continued to berate his subject. "I tell you, Gilbert, you sure know how to pick out a nice piece of ass. This long, leggy brunette is something hot. That ass... those breasts... that sweet, hot..."
"Please, sir, don't..."
"Don't what... bitch? Don't hurt her?" Gil could almost see the sadistic smile curling his lips. "Beg me not too, faggot, I want to hear you beg for it."
Gil took a deep breath. He was about to tell Shelling to shove it up his ass but then he thought of Sara and what the sick bastard said that he would do to her if he didn't cooperate. Anxiety began to well in him as the feelings that he experienced during his capture under Shelling all resurfaced.
"Please, sir... I'm begging you... please don't hurt Sara, sir. I'll do anything you say, sir." He fought back the defeat he felt and the tears that accompanied it.
For a long moment there was nothing but silence until Gil heard Shelling's sadistic laugh. "Oh, of course you'll do anything I say, that's why you're my bitch. But I do love to hear you beg, Gilbert, and I think when you get here you'll beg to suck my cock before the pain is even close to being over." Gil shuddered at the thought but wisely remained silent as Shelling gave him his next directions. As he vigilantly listened to the instructions, Gil looked down at his feet. He wished he had bread crumbs, but all that surrounded him were sand and pebbles. "When you hang up, do not make any calls on either phone. You will be out of cell phone range about 10 yards from where you stand. Do you understand, Gilbert?"
"Yes, sir."
"You have 20 minutes, starting now!"
Sometimes you have to make due with what you've got. Before he ran back to his car, Gil drew three big letters with his feet.
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It was seventeen minutes later when Gil pulled into the driveway of an old farmhouse. The nearest neighbor he passed was about a half mile away. He seemed to be in the middle of nowhere alone. He quickly exited his car and could faintly hear the strings of the Vivaldi concierto that had been the theme to his torturer's delight. He shuddered but walked up to the front door. Gil had already been terrorized by this man. He knew he was about to walk through hell once again. But this time, Gil swore to fight every step of the way.
Just as he was about to knock, the door swung wide open. Gil's heart froze when he saw Shelling and the look of pure evil in his eyes. Before he could say or do anything Shelling grabbed his shirt, pulled him through the door, and threw him across the room. Gil caught himself but when he turned around to counter attack his whole body froze, stunned as Shelling shot him with a taser. He fell onto his side as the hot, white pain coursed through his body. It took Gil a moment to realize the deafening sound in his ear was his own scream.
As Gil desperately tried to pull the taser prods off his body, Shelling released another jolt stunning him again. Reggie relished the feeling once more of controlling the man he owned. He thought of giving his bitch one more shock, but he knew if he wanted to play, three times would be too much. Finally, Shelling dropped the used taser and pulled the prods off Gil's shirt himself. Then he roughly flipped Gil onto his stomach and tightly cuffed his hands behind his back
"Don't act up, bitch," Shelling said, his mouth grotesquely close to Gil's ear. "Think what a couple of jolts will do to your slut and that bastard baby of yours." Gil still felt numb from the electrocution and from Shelling's cold words. But he had to continue. He could not stop fighting. "You remember my rules, don't you, Gilbert?" Shelling said as he pulled the older man to his feet.
Gil kept his eyes downcast as he fought to control his building rage as he spoke through clenched teeth. "Yes, sir."
Shelling laughed and grabbed Gil's arm. "What's the matter? Upset, like the bitch you are?"
Gil shot him an angry glance before he could control himself. A look of rage clouded Shelling's eyes but it quickly changed to one more evil. "The knee still hurt, Gilbert?" Shelling held Gil's arm as he reached down and removed the knee brace. Gil didn't have time to gauge the coming action and with a roundhouse kick Reggie swept Gil's injured knee out from under him. Gil screamed in agony as he hit the hardwood floor and writhed when Shelling slammed his foot down on Gil's hurting joint.
Gil struggled to breath and focus beyond the unyielding pain as Shelling pulled him to his feet again. He pushed Gil face first over an antique table that stood against the wall. Images of the last time he'd been forced over a table flashed in Gil's memory and he remembered the pain of his inner flesh tearing as he remembered being raped, first by Shelling then by his two cohorts. Breathing became difficult as he struggled to remain calm and maintain some control. His efforts made Shelling laugh as he held Gil down with a strong hand between his shoulders and ran his other hand over Gil's ass, pressing against the seam of his pants.
Gil struggled against his captor with what little leverage he could gain and it became more intense when Shelling grabbed Gil's crotch in a painful grip. Gil clenched his teeth and fought the pain until Shelling used the heel of his hand and jammed Gil's cock against the edge of the table. The older man cried out in pain though he tried to fight it as his tormentor laughed and pulled him up to stand on shaky legs.
"Now, let the fun begin."
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A/N: Oh, boy!!! What more is there to say!!!
Just out of curiosity. I'm wondering if people are losing interest in this story as the reviews have dropped off quite a bit. I'd just kind of like to know and I DO love reading your reviews, they spur me on to write more:)
