Disclaimer: I don't own Grissom, worse luck, Catherine or any of the gang. I just play in their sandbox. Dedication: Thanks to AbyKitten for being patient and betaing and vividlyblue1 for giving me back my muse!
Chapter 2
Grissom's first waking thought was 'What happened?' Looking down at himself he thought, 'Where are my clothes?' for he wasn't in the habit of sitting around in his boxers, even at home. His head pounded, his eyes were full of grit, he was thirsty and he quickly realised he was leaning against something hot. He jerked forward thinking. 'Right! The crime scene,' He'd been drugged hadn't he? But why? Hissing at a pain in his back he tried to take in his surrounding.
He was in a small, stuffy room with a concrete floor, four tin walls, - one of which he'd been rested against-, and a tin roof. Sunshine was streaming in the only window, which was set high up in the opposite wall. The only pieces of furniture, if they could be called that, were an old rickety chair and the mattress upon which he sat.
Lying within reach were two bottles of water, two blankets and a bucket. He grimaced, 'Wonderful,' he thought to himself, 'apparently I'm going to be here a while.' He shook his head. What an idiot he'd been Catherine was going to kill him for this one, wasn't she always warning him about approaching a scene without police protection? Well now he'd really done it. 'Well at least I won't freeze if I'm here overnight.' Wherever here was?
Grissom reached for the water bottle to ease his parched throat, there was no reason to suffer dehydration if he didn't need to. That was when he noticed the chains attaching him to the nearest wall by his left ankle and wrist. 'Getting slow, Gil boy,' he mentally chastised himself, wondering what else he might have missed.
He tried to stand and found he was still shaky from whatever had been in the dart, and he put his hand out to steady himself against the wall before pulling it back sharply. 'Damn, that metal is hot!' The chains were mildly restrictive but they allowed him some limited movement, about ten paces in either direction. He got as close to the window as they would allow and squinting his eyes in the bright light tried to see if there was any indication of where he was being held. All he could see was sun and sand.
He straightened, almost hitting his head off of the roof as he did so, and grimaced at the hot tight pain in his back. Frustration got the better of him, "What the hell is going on?" he exclaimed but there was no one there to answer him. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
Catherine Willows stopped what she was doing, dug out her cell phone and all but growled into the receiver, "Willows!" she hated being interrupted when she was busy. "Yeah, Warrick, what's the problem?" she asked more politely.
"What?" she exclaimed causing Nick and Sara to turn towards her. They could just make out enough of her face in the light from the store window to see how concerned she was. "Damn, when?" was her next question. The two younger CSIs walked across to her, something was definitely wrong.
"Whereabouts are you?" Catherine continued ignoring the anxious looks of her colleagues. "Right, I'll be there in twenty." She started walking to the cars. "Hell no!" she shouted anger ringing in her voice, "you two managed to lose him in the first place." She snapped her phone closed, she knew she was being harsh but couldn't stop to worry about that right now.
"What's up, Cath?" Nick yelled after her.
Realising she hadn't brought them up to speed, she turned to them, still walking backwards not willing to waste any time. "You and Sara finish up here," Catherine ordered digging out her car keys, "I'm going to join Warrick," she could see the confusion on their faces, and heard Sara mutter something about not understanding why Warrick would need Catherine when he had Grissom there, and found it difficult to finish her sentence to them. "Someone's grabbed Grissom from the scene."
She spun away from both of them unable to handle their looks of shock and horror. Tears threatened to overwhelm her but she blinked them back, she couldn't afford to be blinded by them just now she had to drive. All her concentration was centred on getting to Warrick and finding out how they would get Grissom back. It never entered her head that they wouldn't. This was the Graveshift, her team as well as Grissom's and they would find him.
"Don't you dare do anything stupid and get yourself killed, Gil Grissom," she muttered like a prayer, "do you hear me?" Getting into the car she slammed the door and started the engine. 'Damn,' she thought, 'why him and why now?'
