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Humiliation is Sweet revenge
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,783
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Humiliation is Sweet revenge
Humiliation is Sweet Revenge
Author KhiDax
Pairing G/C eventually
Rating: 12 later chapters NC-17 for violence and non-consensual sex.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Grissom, worse luck, Catherine or any of the gang. I just play in their sandbox.
Thanks to AbyKitten for being patient and betaing and vividlyblue1 for putting me up to this!
Feedback Yes please but please be kind this is my first CSI fic and I’m nervous! :o) e-mail KesNaya@aol.com
Archive: anywhere you like but drop me a line to let me know okay!
Author’s Note: Posting this against my better judgement because it’s a WIP but Jac and Angie here you go!
Part One
The phone rang startling Grissom. He moved toward it and answered, “Grissom.”
A strange voice was on the other end. “Mr. Gil Grissom?”
Grissom was confused, he was very careful about who he gave his phone number to. Even at work only Catherine had it, the rest of them new to contact him on his cell phone. “This is Mr. Grissom, who is this?”
“If you value the lives of your colleagues, and that of an innocent family, you will stop asking questions and do exactly as I ask.” The male voice replied.
Grissom tried not to react outwardly but his stomach was filled by a cold, tight knot. “What do you want?”
“In precisely twenty five minutes a man named Mr. Jordan will arrive at your door. By the time he arrives you will have made your excuses to miss tonight’s shift and will accompany him.”
Thinking of protesting, Grissom opened his mouth to speak but the voice on the other end cut him off. “If you fail to follow these instructions a bomb will be detonated at this man’s house and at your lab. Believe me Mr Grissom you do not have the time to evacuate everyone and there will be large loss of life. Only you can prevent this!”
All choice had been removed from the decision. Even though he knew his own team would not yet be at the lab, he couldn’t risk all those who would be there. The man knew Grissom would comply. “And Mr Grissom, use this phone to call whoever you chose. Your home, your work and Mr Jordan are all under surveillance and we would prefer to hear every word you say.”
With that the phone went dead in Grissom’s hand and he stood there for a few moments staring at it. He looked around the room, but nothing looked out of place. Whoever had done this was good for he was meticulous in his placing of things and would have noticed the slightest change.
Finally, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he called Catherine. “Hi Cath, Grissom. Listen I won’t be in tonight, I think I’ve caught some sort of bug.”
Catherine Willows was astonished and he could hear it in her voice. “Gil are you okay? You never take a night off, even when you’re dying?”
Grissom had to suppress a chuckle, she knew him too well. Maybe, just maybe that would play in his favour. “I know but the bugger has caught a bug and sometime in bed sounds good about now.” He tried hard not to emphasise the word bugger too much but prayed Catherine would pick up on it. Unfortunately for him she didn’t seem to.
“All right, Gil. I’ll tell the others, but I don’t think any of them will believe me until the shift finishes and you haven’t appeared.”
Finishing the conversation, he hung up the receiver and waited for his visitor. All the while wondering who could be setting this up? Who would want him this badly? It wasn’t something he had ever considered before. CSI’s were normally very low key. Not many people even knew their identities unless they went to the trials they were involved in.
That thought struck a cord, was one of his cases that were involved? God how many had he worked on since coming to Vegas never mind in his entire career? This was getting him nowhere and he knew it.
The sound of knocking at the door startled him, even though he had been expecting it. A short non-descript man stood there, in a dark blue suit and tie. His bespectacled eyes wide with apprehension and nerves.
“Mr Grissom?” God that was going to get tiring really quickly if everyone kept calling him by his fnamename.
“Yes” Grissom answered.
“I believe you were told to accompany me?” when Grissom nodded the man continued. “Good, because the sooner I get you where you’re going hopefully the sooner this nightmare will be over for me and my family.”
There was no getting around the fact that the man was scared. He had every right to be, Grissom was getting closer to that emotion all the time.
He was surprised to be led to a black Tahoe not that unlike the ones they used on their cases. Someone had done their homework and was sticking to specific guidelines.
“Do you know who these people are?” Grissom asked once they were seated in the car and on their way to who knows where.
“I’m sorry, Mr Grissom, but I’ve been instructed not to talk to you and, as you know, I’m wired. They can hear every word that is being said in this car.”
‘Well,’ Thought Grissom, ‘That puts an end to that.’ He could hardlyme tme the man for sticking to his instructions. How would he have felt in his place, his families’ lives rested on what he did next.
Grissom was familiar with the area he was being driven through, but had to admit that he had never bothered to learn the names of the different streets. Something he wished he had paid more attention to now, for there didn’t seem to be a street sign visible.
After about an hour they arrived at a spot in the desert. The only thing marking it as any different from the miles they had covered was the fact that there were two cars sitting waiting for them.
“You are to go and wait in the first car,” Mr Jordan told him. “In the back seat, there are instructions for you to follow.” Jordan watched him get out the car. “Goodbye Mr Grissom and good luck, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you and hope you understand.”
Grissom gave a tight smile and nodded his understanding, then made his way to the waiting car.
Lying on the back seat of the car were ankle shackles, handcuffs and a blindfold. It didn’t take a mastermind to figure out what was going to happen next. Beside the three items was a type written piece of paper. On it were his instructions. Once he had donned the items in the manner expected he was to lie on the back seat and wait. Someone would be along to collect him shortly.
TBC…
Author KhiDax
Pairing G/C eventually
Rating: 12 later chapters NC-17 for violence and non-consensual sex.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Grissom, worse luck, Catherine or any of the gang. I just play in their sandbox.
Thanks to AbyKitten for being patient and betaing and vividlyblue1 for putting me up to this!
Feedback Yes please but please be kind this is my first CSI fic and I’m nervous! :o) e-mail KesNaya@aol.com
Archive: anywhere you like but drop me a line to let me know okay!
Author’s Note: Posting this against my better judgement because it’s a WIP but Jac and Angie here you go!
Part One
The phone rang startling Grissom. He moved toward it and answered, “Grissom.”
A strange voice was on the other end. “Mr. Gil Grissom?”
Grissom was confused, he was very careful about who he gave his phone number to. Even at work only Catherine had it, the rest of them new to contact him on his cell phone. “This is Mr. Grissom, who is this?”
“If you value the lives of your colleagues, and that of an innocent family, you will stop asking questions and do exactly as I ask.” The male voice replied.
Grissom tried not to react outwardly but his stomach was filled by a cold, tight knot. “What do you want?”
“In precisely twenty five minutes a man named Mr. Jordan will arrive at your door. By the time he arrives you will have made your excuses to miss tonight’s shift and will accompany him.”
Thinking of protesting, Grissom opened his mouth to speak but the voice on the other end cut him off. “If you fail to follow these instructions a bomb will be detonated at this man’s house and at your lab. Believe me Mr Grissom you do not have the time to evacuate everyone and there will be large loss of life. Only you can prevent this!”
All choice had been removed from the decision. Even though he knew his own team would not yet be at the lab, he couldn’t risk all those who would be there. The man knew Grissom would comply. “And Mr Grissom, use this phone to call whoever you chose. Your home, your work and Mr Jordan are all under surveillance and we would prefer to hear every word you say.”
With that the phone went dead in Grissom’s hand and he stood there for a few moments staring at it. He looked around the room, but nothing looked out of place. Whoever had done this was good for he was meticulous in his placing of things and would have noticed the slightest change.
Finally, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he called Catherine. “Hi Cath, Grissom. Listen I won’t be in tonight, I think I’ve caught some sort of bug.”
Catherine Willows was astonished and he could hear it in her voice. “Gil are you okay? You never take a night off, even when you’re dying?”
Grissom had to suppress a chuckle, she knew him too well. Maybe, just maybe that would play in his favour. “I know but the bugger has caught a bug and sometime in bed sounds good about now.” He tried hard not to emphasise the word bugger too much but prayed Catherine would pick up on it. Unfortunately for him she didn’t seem to.
“All right, Gil. I’ll tell the others, but I don’t think any of them will believe me until the shift finishes and you haven’t appeared.”
Finishing the conversation, he hung up the receiver and waited for his visitor. All the while wondering who could be setting this up? Who would want him this badly? It wasn’t something he had ever considered before. CSI’s were normally very low key. Not many people even knew their identities unless they went to the trials they were involved in.
That thought struck a cord, was one of his cases that were involved? God how many had he worked on since coming to Vegas never mind in his entire career? This was getting him nowhere and he knew it.
The sound of knocking at the door startled him, even though he had been expecting it. A short non-descript man stood there, in a dark blue suit and tie. His bespectacled eyes wide with apprehension and nerves.
“Mr Grissom?” God that was going to get tiring really quickly if everyone kept calling him by his fnamename.
“Yes” Grissom answered.
“I believe you were told to accompany me?” when Grissom nodded the man continued. “Good, because the sooner I get you where you’re going hopefully the sooner this nightmare will be over for me and my family.”
There was no getting around the fact that the man was scared. He had every right to be, Grissom was getting closer to that emotion all the time.
He was surprised to be led to a black Tahoe not that unlike the ones they used on their cases. Someone had done their homework and was sticking to specific guidelines.
“Do you know who these people are?” Grissom asked once they were seated in the car and on their way to who knows where.
“I’m sorry, Mr Grissom, but I’ve been instructed not to talk to you and, as you know, I’m wired. They can hear every word that is being said in this car.”
‘Well,’ Thought Grissom, ‘That puts an end to that.’ He could hardlyme tme the man for sticking to his instructions. How would he have felt in his place, his families’ lives rested on what he did next.
Grissom was familiar with the area he was being driven through, but had to admit that he had never bothered to learn the names of the different streets. Something he wished he had paid more attention to now, for there didn’t seem to be a street sign visible.
After about an hour they arrived at a spot in the desert. The only thing marking it as any different from the miles they had covered was the fact that there were two cars sitting waiting for them.
“You are to go and wait in the first car,” Mr Jordan told him. “In the back seat, there are instructions for you to follow.” Jordan watched him get out the car. “Goodbye Mr Grissom and good luck, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you and hope you understand.”
Grissom gave a tight smile and nodded his understanding, then made his way to the waiting car.
Lying on the back seat of the car were ankle shackles, handcuffs and a blindfold. It didn’t take a mastermind to figure out what was going to happen next. Beside the three items was a type written piece of paper. On it were his instructions. Once he had donned the items in the manner expected he was to lie on the back seat and wait. Someone would be along to collect him shortly.
TBC…