Only time could tell
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
4,528
Reviews:
5
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.
He's going to kill me ...
Only time could tell ...
Chapter 13
I woke up several hours later, at least it looked like it was night. It was
dark, I could see that when I watched up. In the opposite corner of the room was a window. I tried to sit up, my ribs where killing me. But unfortunately it was to small for me and besides that I would never be able to reach it.
The door opened again and the man walked back in.
It was clear that he was going to kill me, he wasn't wearing anything to cover his face. I vaguely recognized him, did I see him at the scene yesterday? Was he one of the people that where watching the scene from behind the police lines. Then it hit me he was....no it couldn't be.
A journalists, he tried to ask me a question about Ryan, but I didn't listen to him. I just passed him and ignored him. We weren’t allowed to talk to the press, and besides that why would I.
Oh damn but that meant that he'd seen Catherine as well, oh god please don't let him find out where she lives or that she has a little girl. I could never forgive myself if anything happened to them.
"So Bitch, what's it gonna be, more pain or are you finally ready to tell me
where he is?" He grinned evilly, and looked at me.
"No please stop hurting me! I don't know anything, just stop!" I said as loud as I could, but my ribs still hurt like hell, even breathing was hard.
He walked towards me, reached his hand backward, and slapped me in my face. He hit me so hard that I tumbled over to one site, and I tried to hold myself from falling on my ribs. However, my arm wasn't able to hold the weight, and I fell down on my shoulder. I was crying, in pain and despair. He stepped up to me and grabbed my arm, and pulled me up. I screamed, the pain was to overwhelming and my knees weren't able to hold me anymore. And my mind was drifting into the comforting blackness of unconsciousness again.
He left again, only to return a minute later he was back and threw a mug ofd wad water into my face. I was awake, and scared to death.
"First of all, I'm the one in charge, I'm the one who tells when you had enough. Secondly I'm sick of the whole denial act. You tell me where he is and I let you go the second that I found him. Or I'll kill you if you still won't tell me where he is. What's it gonna be?"
"I can't tell you something that I don't know?" I said as loud as I could to
show him that I wasn't giving up on life yet.
"Maybe I should share a little secret with you?" He said while he laughed as
hard and evilly as he could when he saw the expression on my face.
"Maybe I should tell you that I know where that female colleague of you lives, and that she has an adorable little girl. And you know I already killed one little girl, so you can count the changes on killing another little girl."
I was stunned, I was scared and worst of all I didn't know what to do.
"Please, leave them out of this they don't know anything either?" I said scared
to death that it was already to late.
"So are you going to tell me where the boy is then?"
"I can't why don't you understand that I'm a scientist, I only work with the
death. He is just some boy who happened to survive. I only had to take care of him until social services arrived." I answered. "If I cared about children I would have had some of my own." I said as cold blooded as could.
He observed me, as if he was trying to see whether I was lying or not. He turned and left, just like that without saying another word. I just hoped that Lindsay and Cath where save.
Sara's house
They where all working hard on finding the evidence that they needed to trace Sara. They had found her watch, and to there luck the found some fibers on the broken window and a partial fingerprint. Nick d bac back to the labs with the evidence while Cath and Warrick where still searching for clues. They asked around the neighbourhood and someone said tha had had seen a dark blue van with blinded windows in front of Sara's house and when they asked him to point the place where the van was parked. We stepped outside of his house and he walked to the street he stopped at the place where we found Sara's watch. Brass asked him if he could recall the time when he saw the van and the man answered that it was around eleven o' clock.
Cath breathed out, she hadn't even noticed that she was holding her breath. Warrick gave her an encouraging tap on her shoulder. At that moment her phone rang and she stepped away and answered it.
"Willows"
"We got a hit on the blood sample you gave me yesterday, give me something to compare it to from Sara's house and then we know if it is our guy."
"Wow Greg stop there for a minute, you got a hit. Who is it?"
"It's some guy named David Robert Miles. He's has been arrested for beating up his wife. And I've just seen the pictures this guy totally lost it, oh damn I'm sorry. " Greg said when he said that, he didn't want to upset Cath more then she already was. But at least she knew the truth. She knew what to expect.
Chapter 13
I woke up several hours later, at least it looked like it was night. It was
dark, I could see that when I watched up. In the opposite corner of the room was a window. I tried to sit up, my ribs where killing me. But unfortunately it was to small for me and besides that I would never be able to reach it.
The door opened again and the man walked back in.
It was clear that he was going to kill me, he wasn't wearing anything to cover his face. I vaguely recognized him, did I see him at the scene yesterday? Was he one of the people that where watching the scene from behind the police lines. Then it hit me he was....no it couldn't be.
A journalists, he tried to ask me a question about Ryan, but I didn't listen to him. I just passed him and ignored him. We weren’t allowed to talk to the press, and besides that why would I.
Oh damn but that meant that he'd seen Catherine as well, oh god please don't let him find out where she lives or that she has a little girl. I could never forgive myself if anything happened to them.
"So Bitch, what's it gonna be, more pain or are you finally ready to tell me
where he is?" He grinned evilly, and looked at me.
"No please stop hurting me! I don't know anything, just stop!" I said as loud as I could, but my ribs still hurt like hell, even breathing was hard.
He walked towards me, reached his hand backward, and slapped me in my face. He hit me so hard that I tumbled over to one site, and I tried to hold myself from falling on my ribs. However, my arm wasn't able to hold the weight, and I fell down on my shoulder. I was crying, in pain and despair. He stepped up to me and grabbed my arm, and pulled me up. I screamed, the pain was to overwhelming and my knees weren't able to hold me anymore. And my mind was drifting into the comforting blackness of unconsciousness again.
He left again, only to return a minute later he was back and threw a mug ofd wad water into my face. I was awake, and scared to death.
"First of all, I'm the one in charge, I'm the one who tells when you had enough. Secondly I'm sick of the whole denial act. You tell me where he is and I let you go the second that I found him. Or I'll kill you if you still won't tell me where he is. What's it gonna be?"
"I can't tell you something that I don't know?" I said as loud as I could to
show him that I wasn't giving up on life yet.
"Maybe I should share a little secret with you?" He said while he laughed as
hard and evilly as he could when he saw the expression on my face.
"Maybe I should tell you that I know where that female colleague of you lives, and that she has an adorable little girl. And you know I already killed one little girl, so you can count the changes on killing another little girl."
I was stunned, I was scared and worst of all I didn't know what to do.
"Please, leave them out of this they don't know anything either?" I said scared
to death that it was already to late.
"So are you going to tell me where the boy is then?"
"I can't why don't you understand that I'm a scientist, I only work with the
death. He is just some boy who happened to survive. I only had to take care of him until social services arrived." I answered. "If I cared about children I would have had some of my own." I said as cold blooded as could.
He observed me, as if he was trying to see whether I was lying or not. He turned and left, just like that without saying another word. I just hoped that Lindsay and Cath where save.
Sara's house
They where all working hard on finding the evidence that they needed to trace Sara. They had found her watch, and to there luck the found some fibers on the broken window and a partial fingerprint. Nick d bac back to the labs with the evidence while Cath and Warrick where still searching for clues. They asked around the neighbourhood and someone said tha had had seen a dark blue van with blinded windows in front of Sara's house and when they asked him to point the place where the van was parked. We stepped outside of his house and he walked to the street he stopped at the place where we found Sara's watch. Brass asked him if he could recall the time when he saw the van and the man answered that it was around eleven o' clock.
Cath breathed out, she hadn't even noticed that she was holding her breath. Warrick gave her an encouraging tap on her shoulder. At that moment her phone rang and she stepped away and answered it.
"Willows"
"We got a hit on the blood sample you gave me yesterday, give me something to compare it to from Sara's house and then we know if it is our guy."
"Wow Greg stop there for a minute, you got a hit. Who is it?"
"It's some guy named David Robert Miles. He's has been arrested for beating up his wife. And I've just seen the pictures this guy totally lost it, oh damn I'm sorry. " Greg said when he said that, he didn't want to upset Cath more then she already was. But at least she knew the truth. She knew what to expect.