Only time could tell
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
4,931
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.
Where is he?
Only time could tell ...
Chapter 9
I dropped Cath of at her place a hour later, Cath’s sister just dropped Lindsay of at the same time. Cath picked up Lindsay and hugged her, she turned to me and waved.
“See you tonight, don’t forget to pick me up?” She called out.
I smiled and waved back. “I won’t, don’t worry.”
I drove of and headed for my place. It had been a weird day full of surprises. I showed someone my softer site, and not just anyone, I showed Cath. My thoughts wandered of and before I knew it I stopped in front of my own place. The only place where I could be me, truly me. Without being afraid of what other people might think or that someone would find out.
I opened the door and stepped inside, I grabbed some clothes from the drawers in the closet and headed for the bathroom. One minute later the hot water was running my my body and I finally calmed down. I had a towel over my head and I was drying my hear, when I was grabbed from behind and pushed against the wall rudely.
“Where is hell?” A man’s voice said to me as he ripped the towel of off my head. A man was standing in front of me dressed in black, with a baseball cap, sunglasses and scarf covering his face.
“Don’t even think about screaming or trying anything, I’ll kill you off, like I did to his family. Shoot you in the head and dump your body somewhere, and then sent your friends to that place. And I’ll be watching them when they discover your lifeless body in a ditch somewhere. I’m really curious what there reaction shall be, especially the reaction of that blond bitch. It’ll be so tragic.” He laughed evilly and slammed my head against the wall. “Now where is he?”
My head was pounding and my mind spinning, what could I tell the bastard, thank god Janice had a different surname, so she wouldn’t be so easy to find.
“The boy didn’t see you, so why bother.”
He was talking with a strange accent, at least he wasn’t from Las Vegas originally. His skin was slightly darker then my skin, but that didn’t really tell me anything.
“Well bitch, that’s what he told you, but maybe he remembers something that he hasn’t told you yet. Why would he trust you just because you where the one that found him.” The man said angrily while he put a knife against the skin of my neck. I pushed my head as far back against the wall as I could.
“I don’t know where he is, I work with the dead, remember?” I said to him.
“Yeah right, it didn’t seem that way when you where running around with him last night. Where is he?”
“I don’t know!” I screamed back. “I search for evidence, we take it back to the labs (lab), I’m a science geek not a social worker. It was just that he trusted me, and that I was responsible for him until social services arrived. We took him to the lab and searched for evidence on him. On his clothes we couldn’t find anything. Social services picked him up, and took him with them. I don’t know anything more.”
“Okay then have it your way, your coming with me, one wrong move and you have this between your ribs.” He held up a knife with a three inch long blade.”
“Where are you taking me? Do you really think that I’ll be able to tell you more if you take me somewhere else?”
He slammed my head against the wall. “There are ways to get someone to talk.” He laughed again, evilly. His laugh filled the room and my head pounded even harder.
He pushed me to the front door and told me to open it and to tell him whether anyone was outside. I looked around the corner and turned to him. “No.”
The knife flickered in front of my face. “You know it don’t try anything. I know how to stab through an aorta, you’ll die within seconds.”
ste stepped outside and he held the knife against my back, I could feel it. He pointed to a van across the street. He opened the sliding door when we reached it and pushed me inside. I dropped my watch on the ground underneath the van and hoped that the team would find it. I was praying that the watch broke, that way they would know what time I was attacked.
Maybe I was already dead by the time that they found it. I knew that they wouldn’t miss me for the coming hours. Cath would first assume that I’d forgotten to pick her up. But she would probably start worrying by the time that I was really to late for work.
Chapter 9
I dropped Cath of at her place a hour later, Cath’s sister just dropped Lindsay of at the same time. Cath picked up Lindsay and hugged her, she turned to me and waved.
“See you tonight, don’t forget to pick me up?” She called out.
I smiled and waved back. “I won’t, don’t worry.”
I drove of and headed for my place. It had been a weird day full of surprises. I showed someone my softer site, and not just anyone, I showed Cath. My thoughts wandered of and before I knew it I stopped in front of my own place. The only place where I could be me, truly me. Without being afraid of what other people might think or that someone would find out.
I opened the door and stepped inside, I grabbed some clothes from the drawers in the closet and headed for the bathroom. One minute later the hot water was running my my body and I finally calmed down. I had a towel over my head and I was drying my hear, when I was grabbed from behind and pushed against the wall rudely.
“Where is hell?” A man’s voice said to me as he ripped the towel of off my head. A man was standing in front of me dressed in black, with a baseball cap, sunglasses and scarf covering his face.
“Don’t even think about screaming or trying anything, I’ll kill you off, like I did to his family. Shoot you in the head and dump your body somewhere, and then sent your friends to that place. And I’ll be watching them when they discover your lifeless body in a ditch somewhere. I’m really curious what there reaction shall be, especially the reaction of that blond bitch. It’ll be so tragic.” He laughed evilly and slammed my head against the wall. “Now where is he?”
My head was pounding and my mind spinning, what could I tell the bastard, thank god Janice had a different surname, so she wouldn’t be so easy to find.
“The boy didn’t see you, so why bother.”
He was talking with a strange accent, at least he wasn’t from Las Vegas originally. His skin was slightly darker then my skin, but that didn’t really tell me anything.
“Well bitch, that’s what he told you, but maybe he remembers something that he hasn’t told you yet. Why would he trust you just because you where the one that found him.” The man said angrily while he put a knife against the skin of my neck. I pushed my head as far back against the wall as I could.
“I don’t know where he is, I work with the dead, remember?” I said to him.
“Yeah right, it didn’t seem that way when you where running around with him last night. Where is he?”
“I don’t know!” I screamed back. “I search for evidence, we take it back to the labs (lab), I’m a science geek not a social worker. It was just that he trusted me, and that I was responsible for him until social services arrived. We took him to the lab and searched for evidence on him. On his clothes we couldn’t find anything. Social services picked him up, and took him with them. I don’t know anything more.”
“Okay then have it your way, your coming with me, one wrong move and you have this between your ribs.” He held up a knife with a three inch long blade.”
“Where are you taking me? Do you really think that I’ll be able to tell you more if you take me somewhere else?”
He slammed my head against the wall. “There are ways to get someone to talk.” He laughed again, evilly. His laugh filled the room and my head pounded even harder.
He pushed me to the front door and told me to open it and to tell him whether anyone was outside. I looked around the corner and turned to him. “No.”
The knife flickered in front of my face. “You know it don’t try anything. I know how to stab through an aorta, you’ll die within seconds.”
ste stepped outside and he held the knife against my back, I could feel it. He pointed to a van across the street. He opened the sliding door when we reached it and pushed me inside. I dropped my watch on the ground underneath the van and hoped that the team would find it. I was praying that the watch broke, that way they would know what time I was attacked.
Maybe I was already dead by the time that they found it. I knew that they wouldn’t miss me for the coming hours. Cath would first assume that I’d forgotten to pick her up. But she would probably start worrying by the time that I was really to late for work.