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. Marisol is mentioned, but her and Horatio don’t know each other. His heart belongs to someone else.
A/N: I got this idea late one night… It just kind of came to me.. Let me know what you think. Please bear with me on medical terms here, I’m not too good with that kind of stuff. This is my first fanfic, so please be gentle.. Reading is very much appreciated, reviewing is even better!
Special Thanks: Thank you very much for Kerriann, my awesome "younger sister" who has helped me out with this fanfic and to Mary, for being so cool and aiding me in the character studies!
Chapter 4: Death Imminent
Alexx quickly briefed the paramedics on Speed and Eric’s conditions as she followed them into the helicopter. They quickly peeled away the gauze that covered Eric’s neck. The blood pulsed out of his wound. The paramedics went to work, knowing they had little time to try to get him stable, or he would crash. Four men were frantic to help their patient. Needles were shoved into his arms as one member of the medical team pumped him with coagulants, trying desperately to slow the rhythmic blood flow coming out of his carotid artery. Another member was steadily squeezing an oxygen bag over Eric’s mouth and nose. Two of the men were trying to reduce the blood flow.
None of the men paid much attention to Speed after one gave him a syringe full of morphine and put fresh bandages on his wound. He was stable, and he was sure to survive.
Speed and Alexx could only watch helplessly as the four paramedics scurried around Eric, frenetic to save him. Speed laid on his gurney as Alexx sat next to him clutching his hand. Tears flowed down her face as she watched the paramedics work on her friend.
“Speed! We’re landing! He’s going to be okay!” Alexx exclaimed upon hearing the pilot on his radio. There was no answer. “Speed? Tim? Baby…?”
“He’s okay, Ma’am. It’s just the drugs we gave him for the pain,” one of the paramedics said, sensing her panic. She slowly nodded, eyeing Speed carefully.
The helicopter landed with a small bump. There was already another hospital crew waiting for them on the roof, ready to obtain their new patients. Alexx reluctantly released Speed’s limp hand as he was taken out after Eric. The men were rushed to surgery at once, where there were already operating rooms awaiting their arrival.
Alexx paced impatiently in the waiting room of the O.R. She barely noticed the two people standing near her, until one of them gently called her name. She looked up to see three Cubans facing her. They were Eric’s parents and his sister. His father was slightly disheveled, while his mother wept freely. His sister was barely holding it together.
“Hola, Señora Woods. We are Mario, Christina, and Marisol Delektorsky. We’re Eric’s family. Lieutenant Caine called us and told us we could meet you here. How’s our boy? Please, Señora, tell us he is going to walk away from this,” said Eric’s father with tremendous distress. Christina and Marisol looked up at her with penetrating brown eyes, yearning to hear that their loved one would be okay.
“I don’t know,” was all she could muster. She fell into a chair where she remained until a doctor came out, about an hour later. He was removing his mask and surgical gloves. All four of the people waiting for Eric stood simultaneously, hoping for the best, but suspecting the worst.
The doctor stopped and looked around. “My name is Doctor John Lakes. Is there anyone here for Timothy Speedle? He’s awake and he’s asking for an Alexx Woods.”
“We’re his parents. I‘m Jeff and this is Gwen,” a small man said, ushering an equally small woman forward. “Please, let us see our son.”
Alexx stepped forward. “I’m Doctor Alexx Woods, M.E. Doctor Lakes, take these kind people back there to see their boy. I can visit with him when they are through,” she said, nodding sympathetically towards Speed’s parents as the doctor steered them in the direction of his room.
Alexx glanced at the despondent expressions on the Delektorsky’s faces. She quickly walked to the front desk, where she was met by the sight of a young girl chatting on the phone and loudly popping a big wad of pink bubble gum. Alexx took a direct dislike to her.
“Excuse me,” she said calmly. The girl put her forefinger up and continued gossiping away. “Excuse me. You, on the phone, hang up now and do your job.”
“I’ll have to call you back. There is a very rude person here at the desk. Okay, I’ll call you later then. Bye,” she said into the phone. She then turned to Alexx. “Now, Ma’am, what can I do for you?” she asked coolly.
“First of all, you can drop that attitude and spit out the gum. You have responsibilities in this office, and last I checked, that didn’t involve yakking on the phone with your girlfriends. Second of all, I want you to get your butt into that operating room and find out what’s going on with these poor people’s son,” she fumed.
“Okay, look, Ma’am, I can’t just go in there and see how he’s doing. When the surgery is over, a doctor will come out here and give them the details of your pal’s situation. Please, return to your seat and wait for the doctor to come out,” she smirked.
“I don’t think you understand,--”she looked down at the girl’s name tag, “--Tina Smags, that we have been waiting here quietly for several hours for any kind of news. Now, get back there and see what’s going on.”
“Ma’am, you need to lower your voice and return to your seat before I’m forced to call security,” Tina replied nonchalantly.
“You think you’re going to call security on me? Miss, I work with MDPD, so let me call my boss, and maybe he can have a few words with your supervisor,” Alexx said huffily.
“Okay, no need to be irrational here. Please have a seat and I will go see what I can find out,” she said with a whole new disposition. Alexx’s phone rang. It was Horatio. She sighed before flipping it opened.
“This is Alexx. No, I haven’t seen either one of them. Tim is out of surgery, his parents are in with him now. Yeah, he’s awake. Uh huh, they’re here too. No, and the girl at the front desk was giving me a hard time about it. No, I straightened her out. She’s back there now, trying to dig something up on Eric,” she spoke into the phone. Then, she remembered Calleigh, and asked carefully, “How about you, Horatio? How are you holding up? Do you know who has her? No. I see. Well, you’ll find her, Horatio. Yes, you will. Oh, here comes that girl. She has the doctor with her. I’ll call you back as soon as I hear news, okay? Alright. You hang in there, sweetheart,” she said, hanging up as the doctor and Tina entered the waiting room through the double doors.
“I’m Doctor Kristi Greider. Are there any members of the Delektorsky family here?” the doctor asked, removing her latex gloves and surgical goggles. Her mask hung loosely around her neck. Eric’s parents and sister walked toward the young looking doctor with Alexx. Doctor Greider motioned to Alexx, “This information is confidential and is meant only for members of the family. Now, if the Delektorskys agree--”
“She can hear it,” came Eric’s mother’s shaky voice.
“Alright.” The doctor slowly, and remorsefully started her diagnosis, “Your son is still in surgery. He had lost a lot of blood between the time he was stabbed to the time he was picked up by the helicopter. We are having an extremely difficult time trying to mend the severely severed carotid artery in his neck. We lost him twice, bringing him back each time. I’m so sorry to have to be the one to say this but, your son doesn’t have much longer to live. With extreme regret, I’m to inform you that, unless some kind of great miracle occurs, his death is imminent. I’m so sorry.”
Christina collapsed into her husband’s arms sobbing loudly. Mario couldn’t support her in his own shock and they both crumpled to the cold floor. Marisol sank to her knees with her face in her hands. Alexx was so shaken that she couldn’t move from her spot. Her feet seemed rooted to the floor. Tears spilled over her eyelids as she tried to take in Doctor Greider’s cutting words, ‘his death is imminent.’
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. Marisol is mentioned, but her and Horatio don’t know each other. His heart belongs to someone else.
A/N: I got this idea late one night… It just kind of came to me.. Let me know what you think. Please bear with me on medical terms here, I’m not too good with that kind of stuff. This is my first fanfic, so please be gentle.. Reading is very much appreciated, reviewing is even better!
Special Thanks: Thank you very much for Kerriann, my awesome "younger sister" who has helped me out with this fanfic and to Mary, for being so cool and aiding me in the character studies!
Chapter 4: Death Imminent
Alexx quickly briefed the paramedics on Speed and Eric’s conditions as she followed them into the helicopter. They quickly peeled away the gauze that covered Eric’s neck. The blood pulsed out of his wound. The paramedics went to work, knowing they had little time to try to get him stable, or he would crash. Four men were frantic to help their patient. Needles were shoved into his arms as one member of the medical team pumped him with coagulants, trying desperately to slow the rhythmic blood flow coming out of his carotid artery. Another member was steadily squeezing an oxygen bag over Eric’s mouth and nose. Two of the men were trying to reduce the blood flow.
None of the men paid much attention to Speed after one gave him a syringe full of morphine and put fresh bandages on his wound. He was stable, and he was sure to survive.
Speed and Alexx could only watch helplessly as the four paramedics scurried around Eric, frenetic to save him. Speed laid on his gurney as Alexx sat next to him clutching his hand. Tears flowed down her face as she watched the paramedics work on her friend.
“Speed! We’re landing! He’s going to be okay!” Alexx exclaimed upon hearing the pilot on his radio. There was no answer. “Speed? Tim? Baby…?”
“He’s okay, Ma’am. It’s just the drugs we gave him for the pain,” one of the paramedics said, sensing her panic. She slowly nodded, eyeing Speed carefully.
The helicopter landed with a small bump. There was already another hospital crew waiting for them on the roof, ready to obtain their new patients. Alexx reluctantly released Speed’s limp hand as he was taken out after Eric. The men were rushed to surgery at once, where there were already operating rooms awaiting their arrival.
Alexx paced impatiently in the waiting room of the O.R. She barely noticed the two people standing near her, until one of them gently called her name. She looked up to see three Cubans facing her. They were Eric’s parents and his sister. His father was slightly disheveled, while his mother wept freely. His sister was barely holding it together.
“Hola, Señora Woods. We are Mario, Christina, and Marisol Delektorsky. We’re Eric’s family. Lieutenant Caine called us and told us we could meet you here. How’s our boy? Please, Señora, tell us he is going to walk away from this,” said Eric’s father with tremendous distress. Christina and Marisol looked up at her with penetrating brown eyes, yearning to hear that their loved one would be okay.
“I don’t know,” was all she could muster. She fell into a chair where she remained until a doctor came out, about an hour later. He was removing his mask and surgical gloves. All four of the people waiting for Eric stood simultaneously, hoping for the best, but suspecting the worst.
The doctor stopped and looked around. “My name is Doctor John Lakes. Is there anyone here for Timothy Speedle? He’s awake and he’s asking for an Alexx Woods.”
“We’re his parents. I‘m Jeff and this is Gwen,” a small man said, ushering an equally small woman forward. “Please, let us see our son.”
Alexx stepped forward. “I’m Doctor Alexx Woods, M.E. Doctor Lakes, take these kind people back there to see their boy. I can visit with him when they are through,” she said, nodding sympathetically towards Speed’s parents as the doctor steered them in the direction of his room.
Alexx glanced at the despondent expressions on the Delektorsky’s faces. She quickly walked to the front desk, where she was met by the sight of a young girl chatting on the phone and loudly popping a big wad of pink bubble gum. Alexx took a direct dislike to her.
“Excuse me,” she said calmly. The girl put her forefinger up and continued gossiping away. “Excuse me. You, on the phone, hang up now and do your job.”
“I’ll have to call you back. There is a very rude person here at the desk. Okay, I’ll call you later then. Bye,” she said into the phone. She then turned to Alexx. “Now, Ma’am, what can I do for you?” she asked coolly.
“First of all, you can drop that attitude and spit out the gum. You have responsibilities in this office, and last I checked, that didn’t involve yakking on the phone with your girlfriends. Second of all, I want you to get your butt into that operating room and find out what’s going on with these poor people’s son,” she fumed.
“Okay, look, Ma’am, I can’t just go in there and see how he’s doing. When the surgery is over, a doctor will come out here and give them the details of your pal’s situation. Please, return to your seat and wait for the doctor to come out,” she smirked.
“I don’t think you understand,--”she looked down at the girl’s name tag, “--Tina Smags, that we have been waiting here quietly for several hours for any kind of news. Now, get back there and see what’s going on.”
“Ma’am, you need to lower your voice and return to your seat before I’m forced to call security,” Tina replied nonchalantly.
“You think you’re going to call security on me? Miss, I work with MDPD, so let me call my boss, and maybe he can have a few words with your supervisor,” Alexx said huffily.
“Okay, no need to be irrational here. Please have a seat and I will go see what I can find out,” she said with a whole new disposition. Alexx’s phone rang. It was Horatio. She sighed before flipping it opened.
“This is Alexx. No, I haven’t seen either one of them. Tim is out of surgery, his parents are in with him now. Yeah, he’s awake. Uh huh, they’re here too. No, and the girl at the front desk was giving me a hard time about it. No, I straightened her out. She’s back there now, trying to dig something up on Eric,” she spoke into the phone. Then, she remembered Calleigh, and asked carefully, “How about you, Horatio? How are you holding up? Do you know who has her? No. I see. Well, you’ll find her, Horatio. Yes, you will. Oh, here comes that girl. She has the doctor with her. I’ll call you back as soon as I hear news, okay? Alright. You hang in there, sweetheart,” she said, hanging up as the doctor and Tina entered the waiting room through the double doors.
“I’m Doctor Kristi Greider. Are there any members of the Delektorsky family here?” the doctor asked, removing her latex gloves and surgical goggles. Her mask hung loosely around her neck. Eric’s parents and sister walked toward the young looking doctor with Alexx. Doctor Greider motioned to Alexx, “This information is confidential and is meant only for members of the family. Now, if the Delektorskys agree--”
“She can hear it,” came Eric’s mother’s shaky voice.
“Alright.” The doctor slowly, and remorsefully started her diagnosis, “Your son is still in surgery. He had lost a lot of blood between the time he was stabbed to the time he was picked up by the helicopter. We are having an extremely difficult time trying to mend the severely severed carotid artery in his neck. We lost him twice, bringing him back each time. I’m so sorry to have to be the one to say this but, your son doesn’t have much longer to live. With extreme regret, I’m to inform you that, unless some kind of great miracle occurs, his death is imminent. I’m so sorry.”
Christina collapsed into her husband’s arms sobbing loudly. Mario couldn’t support her in his own shock and they both crumpled to the cold floor. Marisol sank to her knees with her face in her hands. Alexx was so shaken that she couldn’t move from her spot. Her feet seemed rooted to the floor. Tears spilled over her eyelids as she tried to take in Doctor Greider’s cutting words, ‘his death is imminent.’