The location is an old warehouse. Water drips down from busted pipes. The air is dank, musty, and foul.
Sara groans, moving her head gingerly and sitting up. She isn't bound to her chair, though a chain rests on the floor next to her feet.
"You're awake, my princess," her captor croons, moving into the light before her. "Excellent. I wouldn't want you to miss anything."
She glares up at him, refusing to show fear. "What do you want with me?"
"What does anyone want, Princess? So many things. I've been watching you for many years." Despite herself, she shudders at his words and he smiles. "I've seen you at your best, and you are the best in your vocation. It's only appropriate that now I see you at your worst."
He reaches out, tracing a hand along one shoulder. "It would be a pity to marr such beautiful skin." The other hand struck swiftly, leaving her stunned. "But such will only enhance your beauty. I want your anger. I want your screams. Because no one can hear you. And no one will find you. It's just you and me, Sara. You and
And she laughs, spitting blood out with each breath. "Alone? Physically, I'll give you that. But I've never walked alone a day of my life. And even if you do kill me, you lose. I'll scream from pain, but not from fear. You won't add me to your collection. You don't own me."
"Bitch!" he snarls, hitting her again. "You weren't cooperating--you didn't play your part as I wanted. That's why I had to find you--where did you keep vanishing to? I checked your building, there were no hidden exits. You should have been mine weeks ago. If you had, maybe that poor child would still be alive."
"Don't you fucking blame me for your sick motives, bastard," she hisses, turning painfully.
"They were you, princess, even the men. They were all you, broken, twisted, defiled and pure. And by nightfall, that's what you will be." Back to crooning, holding her head tenderly before yanking her hair back savagely.
Re: To FindcaptainbrassApril 13 2006, 20:22:41 UTC
Pulling up to the location Archie's provided for them, Brass cuts the lights and jumps out of the car, running with his gun drawn and clenched in both of his hands, along the wall of the rather filthy warehouse.
Giving Gil a signal with a tilt of his head, he slides open a large, rusty door with as little sound as he possible and squeezes through it, gun first, eyes squinting as he adjusts to the change in light.
Re: To Findgris_bug_manApril 13 2006, 20:27:00 UTC
Grissom comes in behind Brass, his gun drawn as well. Squinting, he is able to make out the shape of Sara sitting in a chair. Even from a distance, he can see the blood running down her face.
Making no sound, he points. There is a large shadow looming over her, wielding a knife.
Re: To FindcaptainbrassApril 13 2006, 20:39:04 UTC
Brass realizes that there's no time left, and swears inside his head as his hands tense around the handle of his gun.
It's too far, and too dark, to take a shot and guarantee he won't hit Sara as well, or have her end up with a throat full of BFK for his troubles, but if he says anything the guy could slit her throat in an instant.
His gun trained on the shadow's head, he starts to move along the wall in the shadows as quickly and quietly as possible.
"You will be made beautiful in your misery," the man croons once again, caressing her cheek with the flat side of the blade. A sound outside distracts him.
His grip on the knife loosens.
And she moves, elbowing hard into his abdomen and pushing out of the chair, swinging the chain gripped in her hand.
Re: To FindcaptainbrassApril 13 2006, 20:51:53 UTC
Brass breaks out into a full run, gasping despite his already heavy breathing as Sara swings the chain and obviously hits the assailant with great force.
The man falls back, but the angle of their bodies is wrong for Brass to shoot, and he curses out loud and screams "LVPD" as the suspect lunges again for Sara.
Re: To FindcaptainbrassApril 13 2006, 21:01:58 UTC
He doesn't make it far, as Brass quickly fires two shots, one lodging in the suspect's shoulder and spinning his torso around as the other bullet lodges in his arm.
The suspect falls to the ground, grabbing his arm and dropping his knife. Brass, with his gun now trained squarely between the man's eyes, runs over just as the bastard reaches for his lost weapon.
With one, well-placed boot heel, Brass crushes the bones in the man's other wrist as he slams it onto the concrete floor. "Move again, and you're dead."
Re: To Findgris_bug_manApril 13 2006, 21:06:55 UTC
"We need the medics in here!" Grissom yells behind him, holding Sara upright. She's losing blood, not rapidly, but enough to be worriesome. No telling what other injuries she wouldn't tell him about.
"If you ask me whether or not I'm all right, I'll hit you," she grumbles, accepting his support.
That, more than anything, causes his breathing to finally even and calm. She's all right.
"I'm dead regardless," the man then says, glaring at Brass with utmost loathing. "Without my princess, my purpose, I am nothing."
Re: To FindcaptainbrassApril 13 2006, 21:11:20 UTC
Brass kicks away the knife.
"I'm sure you'll find another princess in the Clark County Detention Center, until they put you on Death Row that is. Now roll onto your back, or you're going to find out just how many times I can shoot you without killing you."
Sara groans, moving her head gingerly and sitting up. She isn't bound to her chair, though a chain rests on the floor next to her feet.
"You're awake, my princess," her captor croons, moving into the light before her. "Excellent. I wouldn't want you to miss anything."
She glares up at him, refusing to show fear. "What do you want with me?"
"What does anyone want, Princess? So many things. I've been watching you for many years." Despite herself, she shudders at his words and he smiles. "I've seen you at your best, and you are the best in your vocation. It's only appropriate that now I see you at your worst."
He reaches out, tracing a hand along one shoulder. "It would be a pity to marr such beautiful skin." The other hand struck swiftly, leaving her stunned. "But such will only enhance your beauty. I want your anger. I want your screams. Because no one can hear you. And no one will find you. It's just you and me, Sara. You and
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"Don't you fucking blame me for your sick motives, bastard," she hisses, turning painfully.
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He moves behind her, hands on her waist.
And she laughs. "Going to rape me? Hate to disappoint you, but it wouldn't be the first time."
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He pulls a knife from his belt. "By your blood you shall be made pure once again."
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Giving Gil a signal with a tilt of his head, he slides open a large, rusty door with as little sound as he possible and squeezes through it, gun first, eyes squinting as he adjusts to the change in light.
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Making no sound, he points. There is a large shadow looming over her, wielding a knife.
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It's too far, and too dark, to take a shot and guarantee he won't hit Sara as well, or have her end up with a throat full of BFK for his troubles, but if he says anything the guy could slit her throat in an instant.
His gun trained on the shadow's head, he starts to move along the wall in the shadows as quickly and quietly as possible.
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His grip on the knife loosens.
And she moves, elbowing hard into his abdomen and pushing out of the chair, swinging the chain gripped in her hand.
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The man falls back, but the angle of their bodies is wrong for Brass to shoot, and he curses out loud and screams "LVPD" as the suspect lunges again for Sara.
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And once again, she laughs, panting hard. "Told you. I've never walked alone. You've lost."
Choosing her moment, she races past him and Brass, meeting up with Grissom and giving the detective a clear shot. He is still pursuing her blindly.
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The suspect falls to the ground, grabbing his arm and dropping his knife. Brass, with his gun now trained squarely between the man's eyes, runs over just as the bastard reaches for his lost weapon.
With one, well-placed boot heel, Brass crushes the bones in the man's other wrist as he slams it onto the concrete floor. "Move again, and you're dead."
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"If you ask me whether or not I'm all right, I'll hit you," she grumbles, accepting his support.
That, more than anything, causes his breathing to finally even and calm. She's all right.
"I'm dead regardless," the man then says, glaring at Brass with utmost loathing. "Without my princess, my purpose, I am nothing."
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"I'm sure you'll find another princess in the Clark County Detention Center, until they put you on Death Row that is. Now roll onto your back, or you're going to find out just how many times I can shoot you without killing you."
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