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I know... I'm veeeery late... sorry :/ But I just finished my other story's chapter yesterday. That one was a sneaky little bastard :|

But anyway off we go...

Disclaimer: I will never own it... if I did neither of the original cast could leave hehe! I like this new supervisor though...

Chaapter 8- The escape

Madeleine was just finishing up cleaning Catherine's face when strong footsteps were heard on the stairs. Quickly running a stripe along Catherine's jaw, she tossed it to the ground and made her way to the back before Clark could have a chance of seeing what she was doing.

When Madeleine reached the wall with the see-through mirror, she turned her head around and mouthed a mere apology.

When Clark finally made it inside the room, the first thing he saw was bloody sheds of tissue fallen under Catherine. Taking a deep, hopefully calming breath, he eyed Catherine with hunting eyes and turned on his heels.

"You bitch!" Clark whispered while moving towards Madeleine. "I told you no contact."

Her only response was to walk backwards until her back hit the corner of the wall.

"If I didn't need you, you would be dead by now, you know? You're just as dumb as you brother." As he spoke, he also started following her every step till he was mere inches from her face.

The girl dared a look at Catherine trough the mirror and the look of braveness that that woman always tried to keep on her face, gave her the necessary strength to face this mad man and justify her previous actions.

"I might be dumb as you said, but as far as I've noticed, you have bigger plans concerning the woman you almost literally nailed to that wall, so unless you wanted to see her die from blood loss, I had to try to control the blood running down her wrists."

Clark had to bite down hard on his cheeks to prevent hitting the woman in front of him. Who does she think she is to confront him?

"Listen to me bitch, you better watch out for what comes out of your mouth. When this stuff is over (and I'll tell you, this is going to end very soon), you'll be sorry you talked to me the way you just did." He said, his eyes blazing with fury. "But don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, sweetheart! I will let you suffering in a pool of your brother's blood. Now, why don't you grab that shirt and start cleaning the floor. We don't want you to have you drown in some stranger's blood do we?"

As Clark slowly moved away from her, Madeleine swallowed hard and went to the shredded shirt laying on the table.

When the girl went to do as she had been told, Clark reached for his cell and a paper card stored inside one of his pockets. Dialling the number on the card, he waited a few moments before someone answered the phone.

"McCarran International Airport."

"Yes, I would like to book a flight for this morning." Clark said in a very calm voice.

"Very well, sir. But I have to say it's a little hard to find flights in such short notice, so not all the destinations are available at the moment. Where would you like to fly Mr..."

"Clark. I would like two tickets for Spain please." His very calm tone and almost business like still on.

"Just give me one moment while I check the availability of the tickets." The man said.

Around half a minute passed when the attendant replied again. "I'm sorry sir but there's only one ticket available to your destination. Would you like that ticket or would you like to choose another location?"

Clark took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. Why couldn't things be easier for him?

"I need to be in Spain, so find me another ticket, please." His voice almost reaching an annoyed tone.

"As I said, sir, it's impossible to find another ticket in such short notice. There are no flights available at the moment. May I suggest you to an alternate route?" the man suggested.

"Do it quick then. I'm already wasting too much time in this conversation." Clark said, his usual anger starting to resurface.

Greg's face turned white at the doctor's words. This couldn't possibly be happening. She couldn't be dead. She just couldn't.

"I'm sorry Mr. Sanders but your colleague is deceased." The doctor said.

The anger rose on Greg's chest and he couldn't contain it anymore. "You're supposed to help you patients, not kill them on your table."

The doctor was used to this reaction. It was a job requirement after all. Most people reacted with tears and denial. Others were devoured by the anger of not being able to control the situation and lashed it out on them.

"Mr. Sanders, we tried everything we could, please calm down."

"Yes, I'm sure you tried." Greg said sarcastically. "I will sue you. You'll be hearing from my lawyer."

This was just what he needed. As if the patient's request wasn't enough, now someone was threatening to sue him. Great.

"Mr. Sanders, please calm down. Your friend's tumour was too developed. We tried everything on our power to help her, but her tumour had surrounded the cerebral artery and when we tried to remove the surrounding area, the artery ruptured."

"I'm sorry doctor. I just... I'm sorry." Greg said after regaining his senses.

"I'm used to it." The doctor said, bringing one hand to rest on Greg's shoulder.

"When is her body released?"

"after we send her to our morgue. We'll call you when the body is ready, sir."

"Okay. Thank you, doctor."

And with that, the doctor excused himself and retreated to one of the rooms, leaving Greg to sink down on one of chairs, his head on his hands.

"How did he take it?"

"Not well, as you may figure. How're you going to deal with the body?"

"I have some signed papers denying any sort of funeral. They say the body will have to be put inside the casket on the hospital and afterwards it will be directly buried on Woodlawn Cemetery."

"What if someone wants to see the body? What do we do?"

"It's strictly said on the papers that no one of those known by the deceased shall see the body for she wanted her loved ones to remember her alive and not motionless on a rectangular wood box."

"I think we're safe then?"

"For now."

"Alright then. Now where's my money?"

The individual reached for a manila envelope hidden under a pillow and handed it to the man near the door. After counting the money, the man nodded his head and after storing the envelope beneath his gown, he exited the dark room.

Grissom, Hodges and Wendy were print lifting all the received letters when a knock came on the glass door. Both three heads turned towards the sound to find Greg outside with a dark expression hanging over his features.

Gil knew right then that he wouldn't need to fill any divorce papers.

After the former CSI signalled for him to enter, Greg opened the door and dragged his body to where his co-workers were.

Only three words were spoken before tears made their way across their faces.

"I'm sorry." Greg simply said.

Silence fell over them like a rock falling from a high place.

Gil felt his blood vessels and airways constrict. As the colour was slowly drained from his skin, his vision started to grow fogy and blurry. Both guilt and pain were eating him inside. He felt as if he was about to faint.

As if sensing this, Hodges neared his former supervisor and lowered him on a chair. He kneeled down in front of him while Wendy grabbed a bottle of water from her purse and mimicked his partner's position.

Greg simply stayed rooted to the spot, unable to move without falling. His empty stare ready to dig a whole the floor. Unlike Grissom, he felt numb. Dead inside. He always thought that Sara and him would end up together if things didn't work out between her and Grissom. He didn't wish bad for his friends, but he'd fallen for her from the first time he landed eyes on her.

As Wendy slowly lowered the water down his throat, Gil felt his body relax and was able to breathe again without much of a deal.

"Thanks" he replied.

Wendy and Hodges only nodded.

A few more silent moments passed by until Gil found in him the courage to ask about his now late wife.

"How...what happened? Did they tell you?"

Greg lifted his eyes off the floor and fixated his stare on a cabinet behind Grissom's head. He couldn't face him just yet.

Clearing his throat a bit, Greg readied himself to talk about it. "She... ah... they said something about the tumour being around the cerebral artery. It ruptured when they were trying to remove the surrounding affected area."

Grissom could only nod. "I didn't believe her, you know? She told me she was really sick but I didn't believe her."

"Why?" came Greg's only response.

"I thought she was tricking me into saying with her... God! I'm suck a jerk..."

"Do you really think she would ever lie to you about something like that?" Greg asked, anger rinsing on his chest. They were married to each other, for God's sake. How could he think such little of Sara?

"That was the problem. I wasn't thinking. I was too focused on Catherine to listen to my own wife, Greg."

Greg directed his eyes to the floor again. He couldn't understand Grissom, but he couldn't blame him either.

Grissom studied Greg's expression for a moment before speaking. "When are they releasing her?"

"After they take her organs, they will call with a release date..." Greg said.

Gill nodded again, but in a split second something clicked on his mind. "Her organs?"

Greg eyed his friend with a confused expression "Yes. The doctor said she wanted to donate them. Why?"

A concerned expression crossed Gil's face. "She can't donate her organs."

This statement made Greg's confusion grow even more. "Why?"

Eyeing his colleagues, Grissom rose from the chair and neared Greg. "She has a history of leukaemia on her family."

If Greg was a cartoon, his eyes would have popped out of his face. "Then why is the hospital removing her organs?"

"Black market, maybe?" Hodges asked.

"I don't think so. It would be too risky." Grissom narrowed his eyes as if he was thinking about a case.

"Why don't you check Sara's medical records? Maybe she had been given an all clear." Wendy suggested.

"Greg, where does Sara keep her papers? She used to keep a copy of them on her locker." Grissom asked.

"A nurse gave me her stuff at the hospital. I'll get the key."

Even though the knowledge of Sara's death still haunted their minds, the four friends dived deep to the only refugee where they felt safe and focused: their work.

Greg was making his way to the parking lot when Nick's voice stopped him, making him stop at his office door.

"What?" He asked matter-of-factly.

"How's Sara?" Nick simply asked.

Sara... With the storm inside his mind, he forgot to tell others about Sara. He didn't want to go through this process again. It hurt too much. It made everything that happened feel real.

Releasing a soft sigh, Greg rose his eyes to meet Nick and with a simple shake of his head he spoke the dreaded words. "I'm sorry... She didn't make it." Greg's voice was tight and his usual warm eyes were cold and glistening with unshed tears.

Nick's breath was caught up as colour vanished from his skin. His eyes too were shining with tears. "Now, Greg, that's not a good joke..."

Greg shook his head once more. "I'm sorry... so sorry..."

In one single motion, Nick got up from his chair and stood in front of his friend. A few moments passed before they finally gave in and embraced each other, letting silent tears fall down their faces.

Langston eyed the two friends with sadness on his eyes. He and Sara had just met, but the time they spent working was enough to tell him, she was a great person and friend.

When they had both calmed down, Nick finally found his voice again.

"Where were you going? Before I called you, I mean."

"There seems to be a problem with Sara's medical history. She had a copy of her records inside her locker. I was going to get her key."

Nick's curiosity spiked "What kind of problem?"

"I'll fill you in later, ok? I need to go. The sooner we solve this problem, the sooner we can focus on Catherine again."

And with that, Greg took off running to his car.

His stare had been fixated on Catherine since he'd arrived downstairs. Never in the world did he thought he would have such a good looking job. Clark was admiring her figure when a shrilling annoying sound got his attention.

Reaching for the ringing cell phone inside his pocket, Clark eyed the caller ID and picked it up.

"What now?"

"There's no money here."

"What?"

"The only thing inside the statue is air, Clark."

"Ok. Get your ass over here then." Clark replied, an evil grin forming on his lips. "She wants to play? Let's play!"

Moving from his position behind the mirror, Clark made his way to Catherine and gripping her face with his hand, he locked his eyes with hers. "Madeleine!" he shouted. "Clean her face and cover the cut on her cheek."

The girl eyed him strangely "But I'm not done cleaning".

"Leave it as it is. Now take care of her." He calmly ordered.

Madeleine run up the stairs and when she came down, she was holding some tissues and a small make up kit.

While Madeleine cleaned all the blood from Catherine's face and covered the wound with a cover up foundation, Clark observed every move with mischief in his eyes.

When the girl was done, Clark neared them and touched Catherine's cheek, even though she tried her best to dodge from his disgusting hands.

Moving his eyes from Catherine to Madeleine, he sized her up and down. "Now, strip." He ordered.

Madeleine looked at the man with horrified eyes. "What?" she managed to ask.

Clark's mouth turned up. "Strip and exchange clothes with her."

"I can't take off her dress. She's cuffed." Madeleine said.

"Very well then. Strip yourself to your underwear and give me your clothes now."

The girl eyed him with fear but did as told. It wasn't just her life at stake here.

When she was completely naked except for her underwear, she tossed her clothes to Clark, who was eyeing her body appreciatively.

Clark reached for a key inside his pocket and handled it to her. "Unlock one of her arms and start taking of her dress. Try something funny and your both dead."

With trembling hands, Madeleine grabbed the key and went to unlock her left arm as Clark held his knife against Catherine's throat. When her left arm was free, Madeleine pushed the dress by the hem and with great difficulty passed Catherine's free arm and head out of the dress.

"Good girl! Now dress her your shirt."

Madeleine took the black and red squared chemise and passed the left sleeve on Catherine's arm.

"Lock her again. And then move to the next arm." Clark demanded, lustful eyes roaming the redhead's body.

When they were finished exchanging clothes, Clark took the key from Madeleine's hand and went upstairs, leaving the Catherine with a chemise and dark blue jeans and Madeleine inside her white dress, but not before shutting down the video connexion.

"I'm so sorry..." Madeleine said.

Catherine gave her a sad smile. "Me too..."

Archie was analysing every single frame of the video when in a blink, the original broadcast froze. Archie lifted his eyes to the projection on the wall and panic started to rise up on his chest. Looking down at the monitor in front of him, he could read the white letters plastered on top of the frozen image: Video Broadcasting Disconnected.

Jumping out of his seat, Archie made his way to the DNA lab where Grissom was waiting for Greg.

Bursting open the glass door, Archie, who was currently out of breath, announced the news. "They stopped the broadcast."

"What?" Grissom asked, incredulously.

"Someone disconnected the video." Archie repeated.

Grissom was about to reply when his cell phone rang.

"Grissom" he said, without checking the caller ID.

"It's Brass. We found the sister's car. I've got officers following it now. You up for a road trip?"

"I'm on my way. Meet you at the parking lot."

As Greg was about to enter the room, files on his hand, Grissom took of running towards the exit.

"Grissom? Where's he going?" he asked.

"They found the sister's car." Hodges said, receiving questioning glares from Wendy and Archie. "What? I have a pretty good hearing!"

On his way out, Grissom stopped by Nick's office. "They found the car." He informed.

"Great! I'll go with you."

Both quickly exited the building and entered Jim's awaiting car.

"Now, let the fun start" he said when he entered the small room.

Crossing it in two long strides, Clark grabbed Madeleine by the elbow and dragged her to the chair in front of the computer.

"What are you doing?" She asked, fear getting the best of her.

"You'll find out in a minute." He merely said. "Now, you move, you die. K?"

Taking a large role of tape from his jeans back pocket, Clark started to tie Madeleine to the chair, always maintaining eye contact with her.

When he was done, Clark slowly rose from his crouched position and stood right between her legs, then, he lifted his right hand in the air. "This is for disobeying my orders" he said, bringing his hand to her face. "And this," Clark said, rising his fisted hand. "this is for trying to act like you're the one who calls the shots." And with that, his fist collided with her jaw, with enough force to knock her into unconsciousness.

Moving away from Madeleine, Clark walked towards Catherine. Nearing her, he lifted the syringe he was holding with his left hand. A brief look of panic crossed her eyes, before he closed the distance between them and whispered on her ear. "Let's go on a trip honey."

"Go to hell!" and this was Catherine's last reply. At least for a few hours.

After slapping her softly on the face, Clark then proceeded to open the cuff that were holding her and settled her down on her shoulder. Firmly grasping her legs, Clark made his way upstairs and exiting the old building, he lowered into the backseat of the SUV Madeleine had rented for him.

Before entering the car, Clark checked the trunk. After shutting it closed, he moved to the driver's seat and made his way to the airport, crossing Madeleine's GMC on his way.

A/N: Danielle, I now officially love you! You Rock!

Magdalene, I hope your mind isn't more twisted than mine! Seriously! That would be fun ;) Thank you for the review and so sorry for this crappy late update...

Chocolate for me? Oh come on... I did write this in one afternoon... so thumbs up for me?