CSI

Taken Hostage

Demostheness

AN: Well...my efforts at trying to get rid of my admirers have been wasted. I've been hounded by my fans to try to get this story done, so I finally decided to give in. (Just kidding!) Seriously...I've finally been able to get back into the game of finishing this story, and the good thing about that is that everyone gets to read the next chapter. I've been soooo busy with school, and work, and getting ready to graduate it isn't even funny. Not to mention all the tornado scares, and jumping out of bed in the middle of the night, waiting for the tornado to appear. (BTW, we never got hit...it missed us by a couple miles. At least.) So. For those who have been incrediably patient (and persistant!) you're waiting days are over. (For a while, at least.) Enjoy, review, and pester me some more!

Chapter Three:

Greg waited in darkness, trying despreatly to think of a way to escape. There was every possibility that he was going to be in for a long haul of with this psychopathic killer, and there was every possibility of trying to get clues in to his friends whenever they stopped. His first priority was to get the gag undone so that maybe he could try shouting for help. If that didn't work, then he would start trying to leave some sort of clue behind so that his friends and colleages would know that he had been here.

He worked at the gag, and continued working, until he realized that he would never be able to get it off. Inwardly, he shrank at the thought of living throughout the rest of his with his new "friend", and started frantically working on leaving something behind on the floor, or in the chair. He wondered if he could scoot over to the desk, and work on tearing some of his pants off onto the floor underneath. He started scooting the chair, inch by inch, towards the desk. And that was when he saw some light come on underneath the door of the room. He froze, thinking that it was the killer coming back.

It wasn't. The light just flicked off a few seconds later, and he could hear someone chatting excitedly to someone else, but in a low voice. Greg took a deep breath. This was it. He would not get another chance, he knew, unless a miracle happened. He began shouting through the gag, trying to make himself heard. But all that came after a few minutes of shouting, was the light flicking back off.

Despair nearly swept through him again. But he didn't let it. Instead, he began to once more work his way to the desk, and soon started to sweat from the heat of the work. He was halfway there from his starting point, when the doorhandle jingled. Greg froze for the second time, and found himself soon facing Mathew.

"What the-" Mathew looked at him in shock, finding him a few feet away from where he'd been put. "How'd you get there?" His tone was once of fury. Greg shuddered inwardly, but refused to say anything. Mainly because of the gag. Mathew walked over to him swiftly, dropping the bags on the floor along the way and reached him in a second. "Am I going to have to knock you out so that you won't be able to try and escape?" He demanded. Greg tried to shake his head, but couldn't move.

Without another word, Mathew took out the knife he'd put in his back pocket, and turned it to where the hilt was facing Greg's head. As Greg's eyes widened in fear, the hilt came fast and furious to the side of Greg's head. It didn't quite knock him out, however. It only made Greg cry out in pain from behind the gag, mostly blocking the noise. Mathew swung again, and the next blow made Greg sink down into darkness.

End Chapter Three

AN: There's the third chapter. Hope everyone enjoyed it!