CSI: Ex Marks the Spot

Chapter 7 of my CSI story, enjoy.

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Chapter 7

TONYA POV

It was the fourth day since Sam had been kidnapped and things were as stressful as ever. The investigation had stalled, nobody had any clue, Michael was still harassing me and Kareem and I feared more than ever for my brother's well being. As I sat on my bed, lost in my worried thoughts my phone rang. I hurried to answer it, it might be Sam. It wasn't though, although I still felt somewhat relieved, it was Kareem.

"Tonya?"

I smiled and replied. "Yeah, it's me."

I heard him sigh with relief and I was immediately tense, when he spoke again, his voice was wary.

"Listen, I might need your help. I think...I think that guy is following me. Michael."

I inhaled sharply. "Where are you, I'll come and see you, he won't dare do anything if someone else is there."

"I'm near the park, where Sam was taken from." He explained. "I was trying to see if I could find anything and..."

He suddenly got cut off; I panicked and then, in desperation I hurriedly pulled my shoes on and rushed out to my car, driving off. I soon arrived at the park and saw the fight. I got out of my car and ran over.

"Stop it, leave him alone!" I screamed, as I did so Michael glared up at me before running away.

I reached Kareem's side and saw how badly Michael had beaten him up.

Kareem was breathing, I could see it, he cracked an eye open and saw me.

"Tonya." He gasped; I was worried by the weakness of his voice and pulled out my phone.

"Shhh." I told him. "Just lie still, I'll call for help."
He did as I said and I phoned 911 and called out parents too. When the ambulance finally got here everything seemed to blend together. The trip to the hospital; Kareem being rushed through and before I knew it I was sitting in the waiting room. I buried my face in my hands and cried; how could this have happened. Why now of all times? I felt arms around me and realized mom and dad were here.

"He...Kareem, it was..." I choked out.

Dad nodded. "We know sweetheart; we know. We're already hunting Michael down."

Mom nodded and then, seeing my expression and anticipating my question shook her head.

"No, we don't have any news of Sam I'm afraid."

Great, this was going from bad to worse; my brother was still missing, having been kidnapped. Rachel had also gone missing after apparently going to look for him. Now my boyfriend was in hospital, beaten nearly to death by my racist ex. I could only pray that something good would come out of this.

As we waited for news the others arrived to see us. Holly and Alex with little Athena, who was now two. Sharon and Yuri with their one year old twins Ivan and Anya. Uncle Ed and Aunt Lindsey; Uncle Gil and Aunt Sara; everybody was here. I listened numbly as everybody spoke. I was listening for any news that my prayers had been answered. Most of them offered their support, they also talked about the investigation but it was still going nowhere. Finally however some relief came when the doctor appeared.

"Okay, he's out of the woods. He's still unconscious but he'll live."

I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding and nodded.
"That's great." I said softly. "Can I go see him?"

The doctor nodded and led me to Kareem's ward. I sat down next to his bed and kissed his cheek.

'Thank god you're gonna be alright.' I thought. 'Now if only we could find Sam and Rachel.'

I took Kareem's hand and remained there; I knew that I had to be strong now, for all of them.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.