Re: Kidnapped Chapter 1: Calleigh's Gone
Chapter 7: Photographs
The drive to the docks was almost unbearable for Horatio. He so desperately wanted to turn around and head back to headquarters to find Calleigh in the ballistics lab, firing off a few rounds, but he knew he had to push forward.
‘Besides,’ he thought, ‘it’s my fault she’s in that position. I should have protected her more.’ He wasn’t sure how he could have protected her, but he knew he should have.
He arrived at the docks, after what seemed like forever. When he pulled in, he noticed the large Yukon parked, waiting. The vehicle had darkly tinted windows, making it impossible to see how many people were in there. He climbed out of the Hummer and cautiously stood a little away from the strange car. A large, malevolent looking man climbed out of the driver’s side.
‘There’s one brute,’ Horatio thought, taking in the man’s muscular form. That thought led him to thoughts of what that ‘brute’ may have done to Calleigh. Horatio grew furious. He wanted to kill that man. Maybe, soon enough, he’d get his chance.
“Ahh, we meet at last Lieutenant Caine. My name is Lars, and I’ll be your,” there was a beat, “escort. Let’s go,” he said, roughly grabbing Horatio’s left upper arm in an attempt to take him to the brooding vehicle. Horatio swung his body around and landed a swift right hook square in the man’s jaw. Lars stumbled back a few steps, dazed.
“I can walk myself to my doom, thank you. Don’t touch me again,” Horatio warned.
Lars had regained his composure. “That was a bad move, big man. Do you <i>want</i> to get Calleigh killed? I mean, seriously? Oh, here, I was told to show you this” he produced a small picture from his pocket, “if you acted up.” He offered the photograph to Horatio we cautiously took it. He already knew what it was before he even saw it.
She had blood everywhere on her. There were bruises and cuts all over her once flawless skin. There were also what appeared to be small burn marks on her body. Horatio clenched his jaw when he saw the other person in the picture. It was a man pointing his gun at Calleigh’s head.
There was a caption on the back of the picture saying, ‘Two hours. If Lars doesn’t call me, to let me know he’s apprehended you, she dies. Then, he has a certain amount of time to return here, or I’ll shoot her again. You better behave yourself, Horatio Caine.’
Horatio angrily crumpled the picture. He wordlessly climbed into the back seat of the Yukon. As soon as he sat down, he was slammed in the face with a towel of chloroform. He was almost unconscious when he thought he saw his attacker’s hair. It was long and blond, just like Calleigh’s.
((Sorry it's so short, compared to the others.. I think I have RP posts longer than this... I was going to do something else with this chapter, but then, I brainstormed a twist... hehehe))