MarineGirl#1
CSI Level Three
Whao :lol: Can't update as quick as you can read. Can I? Yes I can :guffaw:Ok, bigger post to get there fastercome on get there already lol
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Stella and Jordan were trying to eat something in their cell. Even though the fruit was fresh and both women were starving, they found it hard to eat. Jordan was concerned for Stella’s condition.
“Stella, please eat at least an apple.” Jordan begged and offered her one.
“Why did she tell that guy I wasn’t ready?” Stella took the apple.
“I don’t know, Stell.” Jordan got up. “But as long as your not, they won’t harm us.” She took a bottle of water from the table.
“Figured out yet who the hell could be calling you Taylor?” Stella looked up. “Even though I got some sleep, I could hear you thinking.”
“Well one person came to mind, Stell.” Jordan lifted the bottle and gulped down a big sip. “I just can’t remember his name… It’s a Jason… no… James… John… Heck-” Jordan cursed. Jordan was about to give up when the door opened. When she took a look at the man standing in the door the visions became clear.
“James Cabot.” She spoke out loud.
“That’s right, Taylor.” Cabot aimed his gun at Jordan and smiled dirty. “It’s been a long time.” He grinned.
“Not long enough for me, Cabot.” Jordan countered. She memorized him as the soldier that Mac brought home from leave once.
“Don’t worry, Taylor. Single women aren’t my thing. Married women are more fun!” He lowered his gun a little and reached for Stella’s hair. “Remember Claire?” A memory of Claire was being stalked flashed through her head.
“You’re insane, Cabot!” Jordan shouted. He motioned for Jordan to move over to Stella.
“Shannon was a nice wife as well.” He went on. “Jethro should have married you after you dropped those two bastards. Now you’re useless to me.” He turned his head to Stella.
The old woman from before appeared in the room again and handed Jordan a syringe. Jordan shook her head. She was not about to give in.
“Take it, Taylor.” Cabot ordered. Cabot aimed his gun on her. Reluctantly Jordan took the syringe and the little old lady left. “I’m sure you remember how labour is increased.”
“Jordan… the baby…” Stella whispered. Cabot pushed Stella on the bed. Stella reached for her belly and stayed still.
“Not gonna happen, Cabot.” Jordan jumped at Cabot and tried to inject him.
They both fell on the floor and struggled for what seemed like minutes. When Jordan was finally on top of him, she inserted the needle. Cabot’s right hand reached for the gun and smacked Jordan on her left sleep. She instantly passed out. He got up and rubbed the spot where Jordan had injected him. He looked down at her and started kicking in on her. When he was done he aimed his gun on her. A gunshot followed…
“Jordan…!” Stella screamed as she wanted to tried o get up. Cabot held her back aiming the gun at her.
“We’re gonna try this again in a little while, Mrs. Taylor.” He stroked her face and stumbled out. Hearing him locking the door, Stella was left in tears.
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Back at the villa Mac and Gibbs were waiting for Danny to contact them with the whereabouts of Cabot. Both men were in the nursery instantly when the twins suddenly started crying really loud.
“Gibbs! Mac!” Abby ran up the stairs, followed by Adam. They both rushed in. “Danny’s online!” Abby breathed. Mac nodded.
“Take care of the twins, Abby!” Mac and Gibbs handed them over and headed downstairs. McGee got up from his laptop and let Mac take a seat. “What have you got, Danny?” Gibbs leaned in from behind Mac.
“According to his cell phone records he isn’t in the USA anymore.” Danny answered. “Lindsay checked his phone activities by satellite. He’s in Mexico all right.” Danny confirmed.
“Area code is 322-3.” Lindsay came up from behind.
“That’s in old Vallarta.” Mike Franks walked in to the villa.
“Anything from the interviews, Mike?” Gibbs looked up.
“Yeah, one of the waitresses was acting really nervous around me.” He smirked. “Name’s Carlitta Fuentes.” Mike read from his notepad. McGee at once typed in her name on the other laptop.
“Carlitta Fuentes, 26 years old, born in Vallarta, raised in Chicago, citizen of Vallarta. No criminal record.” McGee read the file. Gibbs looked frustrated. “But I got a local address, Boss.” Gibbs grabbed the note from McGee.
He headed upstairs, followed by Mac and Mike. He mentioned the address while checking his gun. Mac and Mike did the same. The men then ran down the stairs.
“Duck, you’re with us!” Ducky grabbed his gear. “No one leaves this villa till we’re back!” Gibbs warned. They then followed Mac and Mike. Half way in he car, Mike put his foot on the gas peddle while Gibbs closed the door.
Ten minutes later they arrived at the address McGee had given them and drew their guns. Mac and Gibbs positioned themselves next to the door while Mike banged on it for someone to open. When there was no movement he kicked the door in and all three searched the rooms.
“She must have tipped him of.” Mike said after he checked the temperature of half a cup of tea. It was still warm.
They then heard a sound coming from the basement. Mac signalled to Gibbs for him to follow. Gun drawn he both of them went down the stairs. Gibbs rolled his eyes when he saw a cat coming out of a small room. Mac opened he door and stopped in his tracks as he took in the scene in front of him.
“Oh God… Please no…” Mac pleaded.
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