ChristineCaine
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Title: Kidnapped
Author: ChristineCaine
Rated: T, it’s going to get pretty gory, and there’ll be a lot of torture.
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything from CSI: Miami.. CBS and Jerry Bruckheimer are the lucky ones…
Summary: Calleigh gets kidnapped by a deranged psycho who is out to get her and Horatio. Possible major character deaths. You’ll have to wait and see. HC pairing… eventually.
Chapter 3
Calleigh woke up without opening her eyes, the scent of raw meat filling her nostrils. Her mouth was dry from the chloroform Stuart had forced on her during the struggle to move her from her house to his awaiting getaway car driven by a burly white man. Her head was pounding as she ran through all of the recent events in her head. As she remembered Eric and Speed lying in her doorway, their blood everywhere, she got a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. She prayed that Horatio found them in time… to be with them during their last moments. There was no way Speed could have survived such a fatal wound to the heart, or Eric… he had already lost too much blood as Calleigh was being dragged away from him. The tears started streaming as she came to the conclusion that it was her fault they were dead. She should have never told them to enter her house for ‘coffee.’ She should have known better. What was she thinking? Why didn’t she tell them? Because she was being selfish, that’s why. She didn’t want Stuart to kill her. So she acted in a way that got two of her friends killed. It was her fault they were dead. She could have just let Stuart kill her by not inviting them in, or warning them of his existence. Instead, she did exactly as he had instructed so he wouldn’t kill her. It was her life, for both of theirs.
Calleigh slowly opened her eyes. She was in what appeared to be in a small 6x6 room of an old, abandoned slaughter house. That explained the smell. There were several blood stains of animals that had been butchered on the gleaming metal walls. She snapped her eyes closed, bringing mental images of what might happen to her in that room. She reopened her eyes trying to comprehend the predicament she was in. She was fastened to the wall with thick metal chains with clasps on the end that were around her wrists and her ankles, her arms stretched over her head. She couldn’t move at all. There were several more chains around the room, in the same positions as the ones she was in. There was also a desk in the far corner, as well as a chair that sat in the center of the room, facing her. Oh the desk were several different types of tools. Calleigh became aware, with sudden panic, that those tools were meant for her.
She looked up and to her left as she felt a set of dark eyes burning intensely into her. They belonged to a large, heavily muscled black man who was glaring at her through a small rectangular window with a wicked grin on his large face. He revealed a set of sharp teeth as he opened his mouth to insert a big cigar.
All Calleigh could do was glare back. She gave her best murderous look and the man laughed at her as he disappeared from sight. She heard the stifled sound of voices coming from the other side of the thick, heavy door across the room from her, but was unable to decipher what was being said. Not long after the brief conversation, Stuart swung the door open and stepped into the room, followed by his two underlings. They stood on either side of the door with their hands behind their backs, staring straight forward. Stuart held out his hand and Chuck, Calleigh soon found out the black man’s name to be, swiftly handed him his thick cigar.
There wasn’t a sound made as Stuart put the cigar out on Calleigh’s bare arm. Tears threatened to fall, but she held them back. She didn’t want to give her captor what she knew he wanted. Stuart raised his brows, slightly surprised that she didn’t even whimper in the slightest. Her stubbornness made him more angry. Stuart then held out his other hand, and the hefty white man provided him with a rusty screwdriver.
“Maybe you’ll scream for me now,” he said cruelly, plunging the weapon deeply into her left shoulder with little effort, leaving it buried in her shoulder. He stepped back and examined his work, approving when Calleigh let out a hair raising scream. “Ahh, very good. Thank you. Now, for the next, oh, I don’t know, hour, or so, my man Chuck here,” he nodded toward the husky man, “is going to be coming in here to put a cigar out on your beautiful skin. If you give him any trouble, in any way, or just because he feels like it, he has been ordered to use one of these fantastic little tools on you. I’ll be back to see if you are ready to talk about you and Horatio. I find that the whole ‘torture now, talk later’ is much more effective than the other way around. Besides, anything else just wouldn’t be my cup of tea. Well, I’m going to leave you to suffer for a while, and, uh… like I said, I’ll be back later to check on you.” Before walking out, Stuart wretched the screwdriver out of her shoulder and placed it back on the table, earning himself another cry of pain. ‘She’s going to be easier to break than I thought,’ his mind told him, as he chuckled.
Blood poured freely down the front of her once gorgeous blue blouse, as Calleigh tried to understand what had just happened. She was in so much pain, she could hardly gather her thoughts. ‘What does he want to know about Horatio and me? Why is he attacking me like this?’ She wondered. ‘I have to get out of here, but how?’
Calleigh started working on her right wrist first. The clamps around her wrists had slowly rubbed her skin raw. They were tight and she knew that it would be impossible to get out of them. Just as she finished those thoughts, Chuck entered the room holding a cigar. He stopped, inches away from her face, never breaking eye contact. He took one last hit off of his cigar, and buried it roughly into the tender flesh of her right wrist. She gasped in pain, squeezing her eyes shut. She struggled against the chains. Chuck entered several more times in the next 45 minutes burning her in various places all over her arms, legs, and neck.
She finally got enough wits about her to fight back the only way she could. She gathered as much saliva in her dry mouth as she could and spit on the cigar the next time, as Chuck tried to stick one to her cheek. He only smiled, throwing the wasted cigar to the ground. Then, without any warning at all, backhanded her forcefully across the face, leaving a perfect print of his hand. Calleigh cried out at the stinging pain he left on her cheek. Chuck then made his way over to the desk. He fingered several of the tools before selecting a corkscrew. He turned back toward her with that familiar grin and stepped menacingly in her direction. His mouth went into an even broader grin as he held the fingers of her left hand against the cold metal wall, and ever so slowly started twisting the weapon into the center of her hand. Calleigh let out an agonizing scream as her body writhed against pain of the tool and the chains. She was so helpless.
“Step away from her, please. Take the corkscrew out. You can do it again when I leave. Very nice choice, by the way,” Stuart said admiringly to Chuck as he and Lars, the large white man, entered the room. “Aww… Sweetheart, you really took a beating from that mean man, didn’t you? You want to be let free, don’t you? Don’t you want all of the torture to stop?” he asked her gently as he stroked her cheek. “All you have to do is tell me everything about yours and Horatio Caine’s relationship. I’m going to prove to you that I’m a better man than he is. I’m going to give you so many reasons that you should love me, you'll wish you hadn't even known the lieutenant. Now, all you have to do is talk to me. Talking isn’t so hard, now is it?”
“You’re sick, you need help. Why are you doing this?” Calleigh groaned.
“Calleigh, oh sweet Calleigh… I’m in love with you, Dear. I thought you’d have figured it out by now, with you being so smart and all, but under these circumstances, I guess I can let it pass. I want you to love me the same way I love you. I want to destroy Horatio. He’s not worthy of you. You are a goddess,” Stuart explained proudly.
“So this is what you do to your goddesses? I’d sure hate to see what you do to the people you don’t like,” she snorted.
“Shut up, you cow! I do love you, with all my heart! That’s why this has to be done. I’m-teaching-you-a-lesson,” said Stuart angrily, slapping her in the face between each word of his last sentence. The blows hit her hard. She could taste the blood in her mouth and feel it dripping down her chin. Stuart whipped out her cell phone, he had collected it from her bedroom, and started jabbing hastily at the numbers.
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Horatio looked down at his ringing cell phone. He cautiously pulled it off of his belt hoping to God that it wasn’t Alexx or one of the doctors calling about Eric or Speed passing on. He looked confused as he pulled it up and saw Calleigh’s name on the caller ID. His mind raced bringing him to think the worst. His thoughts not far from the truth.
“Calleigh? Calleigh, where are you?” he asked nervously, walking quickly to where Dan Cooper, lab tech, was.
“Nope. That’s the wrong answer, big shot. But I know where she is,” came Stuart’s teasing voice on the other end.
“Coop, trace this call. Stay quiet. We don’t want him to know what we’re doing,” Horatio ordered, covering the mouthpiece of the phone. He then, placed the cell phone carefully into the tracer and had it on speakerphone.
“Oh? And who, may I ask, is this?” the redhead asked carefully.
“You could say that I’m the person who kidnapped your ‘Bullet Girl,’ and will get you, sooner rather than later. Oh, how rude of me not to ask. How are your two CSIs, by the way? Send my regards when you notify the family of their heartless murder,” Stuart replied, faking worry.
“And what makes you think they’re dead? Both of them are out and about as a matter of fact. They’re looking healthy, and they’re looking for you,” Horatio lied, something he didn’t often do. He wanted the perp to make a mistake, or give him a hint.
“Oh, you are a very good liar, Lieutenant. It’s amazing you’re not an actor,” Stuart said smugly. “Listen to this. Tell me if you hear this gun cock,” he said, pulling Calleigh’s gun out from the back of his pants, cocking it close to the phone. “You heard that right?”
“Yes, I heard it. What are you planning on doing with that gun?” Horatio wondered what this sick bastard was organizing.
“Well, you heard the cock, now listen to this,” he said. Horatio heard the distinct sound of the gun being shot followed by what uncomfortably sounded like Calleigh shrieking in pain.
“Hey! What did you do to her? What did you do?” Horatio screamed into the phone.
“I shot her in the leg with her gun!” Stuart answered excitedly. “I’m confirming to you that I mean business. There will be no negotiating with me. The only way she won’t die is if you meet me alone at the docks in two hours. If you don’t follow the rules, the sound of her gun cocking will be the last thing darling Calleigh hears. One of my men will be there to pick you up.” The line went dead.
Horatio looked up at Cooper, his eyes pleading, and his head echoing with the sound of Calleigh’s screams from when she was shot. His face was white and sickly looking.
“Sir, he must have put some kind of anti-tracing mechanism on the phone. There is no way to track it. We have no way of finding that cell phone,” the lab tech said regretfully.
Author: ChristineCaine
Rated: T, it’s going to get pretty gory, and there’ll be a lot of torture.
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything from CSI: Miami.. CBS and Jerry Bruckheimer are the lucky ones…
Summary: Calleigh gets kidnapped by a deranged psycho who is out to get her and Horatio. Possible major character deaths. You’ll have to wait and see. HC pairing… eventually.
Chapter 3
Calleigh woke up without opening her eyes, the scent of raw meat filling her nostrils. Her mouth was dry from the chloroform Stuart had forced on her during the struggle to move her from her house to his awaiting getaway car driven by a burly white man. Her head was pounding as she ran through all of the recent events in her head. As she remembered Eric and Speed lying in her doorway, their blood everywhere, she got a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. She prayed that Horatio found them in time… to be with them during their last moments. There was no way Speed could have survived such a fatal wound to the heart, or Eric… he had already lost too much blood as Calleigh was being dragged away from him. The tears started streaming as she came to the conclusion that it was her fault they were dead. She should have never told them to enter her house for ‘coffee.’ She should have known better. What was she thinking? Why didn’t she tell them? Because she was being selfish, that’s why. She didn’t want Stuart to kill her. So she acted in a way that got two of her friends killed. It was her fault they were dead. She could have just let Stuart kill her by not inviting them in, or warning them of his existence. Instead, she did exactly as he had instructed so he wouldn’t kill her. It was her life, for both of theirs.
Calleigh slowly opened her eyes. She was in what appeared to be in a small 6x6 room of an old, abandoned slaughter house. That explained the smell. There were several blood stains of animals that had been butchered on the gleaming metal walls. She snapped her eyes closed, bringing mental images of what might happen to her in that room. She reopened her eyes trying to comprehend the predicament she was in. She was fastened to the wall with thick metal chains with clasps on the end that were around her wrists and her ankles, her arms stretched over her head. She couldn’t move at all. There were several more chains around the room, in the same positions as the ones she was in. There was also a desk in the far corner, as well as a chair that sat in the center of the room, facing her. Oh the desk were several different types of tools. Calleigh became aware, with sudden panic, that those tools were meant for her.
She looked up and to her left as she felt a set of dark eyes burning intensely into her. They belonged to a large, heavily muscled black man who was glaring at her through a small rectangular window with a wicked grin on his large face. He revealed a set of sharp teeth as he opened his mouth to insert a big cigar.
All Calleigh could do was glare back. She gave her best murderous look and the man laughed at her as he disappeared from sight. She heard the stifled sound of voices coming from the other side of the thick, heavy door across the room from her, but was unable to decipher what was being said. Not long after the brief conversation, Stuart swung the door open and stepped into the room, followed by his two underlings. They stood on either side of the door with their hands behind their backs, staring straight forward. Stuart held out his hand and Chuck, Calleigh soon found out the black man’s name to be, swiftly handed him his thick cigar.
There wasn’t a sound made as Stuart put the cigar out on Calleigh’s bare arm. Tears threatened to fall, but she held them back. She didn’t want to give her captor what she knew he wanted. Stuart raised his brows, slightly surprised that she didn’t even whimper in the slightest. Her stubbornness made him more angry. Stuart then held out his other hand, and the hefty white man provided him with a rusty screwdriver.
“Maybe you’ll scream for me now,” he said cruelly, plunging the weapon deeply into her left shoulder with little effort, leaving it buried in her shoulder. He stepped back and examined his work, approving when Calleigh let out a hair raising scream. “Ahh, very good. Thank you. Now, for the next, oh, I don’t know, hour, or so, my man Chuck here,” he nodded toward the husky man, “is going to be coming in here to put a cigar out on your beautiful skin. If you give him any trouble, in any way, or just because he feels like it, he has been ordered to use one of these fantastic little tools on you. I’ll be back to see if you are ready to talk about you and Horatio. I find that the whole ‘torture now, talk later’ is much more effective than the other way around. Besides, anything else just wouldn’t be my cup of tea. Well, I’m going to leave you to suffer for a while, and, uh… like I said, I’ll be back later to check on you.” Before walking out, Stuart wretched the screwdriver out of her shoulder and placed it back on the table, earning himself another cry of pain. ‘She’s going to be easier to break than I thought,’ his mind told him, as he chuckled.
Blood poured freely down the front of her once gorgeous blue blouse, as Calleigh tried to understand what had just happened. She was in so much pain, she could hardly gather her thoughts. ‘What does he want to know about Horatio and me? Why is he attacking me like this?’ She wondered. ‘I have to get out of here, but how?’
Calleigh started working on her right wrist first. The clamps around her wrists had slowly rubbed her skin raw. They were tight and she knew that it would be impossible to get out of them. Just as she finished those thoughts, Chuck entered the room holding a cigar. He stopped, inches away from her face, never breaking eye contact. He took one last hit off of his cigar, and buried it roughly into the tender flesh of her right wrist. She gasped in pain, squeezing her eyes shut. She struggled against the chains. Chuck entered several more times in the next 45 minutes burning her in various places all over her arms, legs, and neck.
She finally got enough wits about her to fight back the only way she could. She gathered as much saliva in her dry mouth as she could and spit on the cigar the next time, as Chuck tried to stick one to her cheek. He only smiled, throwing the wasted cigar to the ground. Then, without any warning at all, backhanded her forcefully across the face, leaving a perfect print of his hand. Calleigh cried out at the stinging pain he left on her cheek. Chuck then made his way over to the desk. He fingered several of the tools before selecting a corkscrew. He turned back toward her with that familiar grin and stepped menacingly in her direction. His mouth went into an even broader grin as he held the fingers of her left hand against the cold metal wall, and ever so slowly started twisting the weapon into the center of her hand. Calleigh let out an agonizing scream as her body writhed against pain of the tool and the chains. She was so helpless.
“Step away from her, please. Take the corkscrew out. You can do it again when I leave. Very nice choice, by the way,” Stuart said admiringly to Chuck as he and Lars, the large white man, entered the room. “Aww… Sweetheart, you really took a beating from that mean man, didn’t you? You want to be let free, don’t you? Don’t you want all of the torture to stop?” he asked her gently as he stroked her cheek. “All you have to do is tell me everything about yours and Horatio Caine’s relationship. I’m going to prove to you that I’m a better man than he is. I’m going to give you so many reasons that you should love me, you'll wish you hadn't even known the lieutenant. Now, all you have to do is talk to me. Talking isn’t so hard, now is it?”
“You’re sick, you need help. Why are you doing this?” Calleigh groaned.
“Calleigh, oh sweet Calleigh… I’m in love with you, Dear. I thought you’d have figured it out by now, with you being so smart and all, but under these circumstances, I guess I can let it pass. I want you to love me the same way I love you. I want to destroy Horatio. He’s not worthy of you. You are a goddess,” Stuart explained proudly.
“So this is what you do to your goddesses? I’d sure hate to see what you do to the people you don’t like,” she snorted.
“Shut up, you cow! I do love you, with all my heart! That’s why this has to be done. I’m-teaching-you-a-lesson,” said Stuart angrily, slapping her in the face between each word of his last sentence. The blows hit her hard. She could taste the blood in her mouth and feel it dripping down her chin. Stuart whipped out her cell phone, he had collected it from her bedroom, and started jabbing hastily at the numbers.
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Horatio looked down at his ringing cell phone. He cautiously pulled it off of his belt hoping to God that it wasn’t Alexx or one of the doctors calling about Eric or Speed passing on. He looked confused as he pulled it up and saw Calleigh’s name on the caller ID. His mind raced bringing him to think the worst. His thoughts not far from the truth.
“Calleigh? Calleigh, where are you?” he asked nervously, walking quickly to where Dan Cooper, lab tech, was.
“Nope. That’s the wrong answer, big shot. But I know where she is,” came Stuart’s teasing voice on the other end.
“Coop, trace this call. Stay quiet. We don’t want him to know what we’re doing,” Horatio ordered, covering the mouthpiece of the phone. He then, placed the cell phone carefully into the tracer and had it on speakerphone.
“Oh? And who, may I ask, is this?” the redhead asked carefully.
“You could say that I’m the person who kidnapped your ‘Bullet Girl,’ and will get you, sooner rather than later. Oh, how rude of me not to ask. How are your two CSIs, by the way? Send my regards when you notify the family of their heartless murder,” Stuart replied, faking worry.
“And what makes you think they’re dead? Both of them are out and about as a matter of fact. They’re looking healthy, and they’re looking for you,” Horatio lied, something he didn’t often do. He wanted the perp to make a mistake, or give him a hint.
“Oh, you are a very good liar, Lieutenant. It’s amazing you’re not an actor,” Stuart said smugly. “Listen to this. Tell me if you hear this gun cock,” he said, pulling Calleigh’s gun out from the back of his pants, cocking it close to the phone. “You heard that right?”
“Yes, I heard it. What are you planning on doing with that gun?” Horatio wondered what this sick bastard was organizing.
“Well, you heard the cock, now listen to this,” he said. Horatio heard the distinct sound of the gun being shot followed by what uncomfortably sounded like Calleigh shrieking in pain.
“Hey! What did you do to her? What did you do?” Horatio screamed into the phone.
“I shot her in the leg with her gun!” Stuart answered excitedly. “I’m confirming to you that I mean business. There will be no negotiating with me. The only way she won’t die is if you meet me alone at the docks in two hours. If you don’t follow the rules, the sound of her gun cocking will be the last thing darling Calleigh hears. One of my men will be there to pick you up.” The line went dead.
Horatio looked up at Cooper, his eyes pleading, and his head echoing with the sound of Calleigh’s screams from when she was shot. His face was white and sickly looking.
“Sir, he must have put some kind of anti-tracing mechanism on the phone. There is no way to track it. We have no way of finding that cell phone,” the lab tech said regretfully.