Chapter
Eleven:Chapter
Eleven:
Running out of Time
Emily was struggling to stay conscious. She had hit her head hard but she was determined to stay awake. Emily managed to open her eyes just in time to see Marshall dragging Julia's lifeless body out of the room; he didn't notice that Emily was awake. He was too busy gently placing a teddy bear under Julia's arms and wrapping her body in a blanket. When he was finished, he walked over towards Emily. She quickly closed her eyes again. Marshall ran his fingers though Emily's hair as he took a long whiff of it. He whispered in her ear "I'll be back shortly. I have a small errand to run. When I get back you and I get to play." Emily keep her eyes close; it went against every instinct she had, all she wanted to do was fight back but as she currently hung upside down, bound and gagged, fighting back wasn't really an option. She heard Marshall head up the stairs, dragging Julia's body with him. She only opened her eyes when she heard the engine of his truck being started. Now she realized she was in trouble. She had half hour, maybe an hour tops before Marshall returned and she was aware what would happen to her when he returned. Emily knew she could try and fight but the reality was she was at a disadvantage, she had been drugged, she hadn't eaten or drank anything in the past 24 hours, and now she was pretty sure she had a concussion, all of this gave Marshall the upper hand. However, Emily wasn't going to give up, she would fight until the bitter end if that's what it came to, physically she might be at a disadvantage but she still had her brain. After all, she had profile him for almost two years, she knew how his twisted mind worked, she begun to wrack her mind for anything she could use to her advantage.
Matt and the rest of the team had finished examining the car and the area surrendering Lake Charles, they had finally turned it over to CSU so it could be process. Matt was now sitting at his desk back at the office. He felt so useless, there were no new evidence to follow, no leads on Marshall or Emily's whereabouts, Lia still had some unknown poison flowing through her body and there was absolutely nothing he could do about any of it. Matt glance towards the red chair next to him, it was Emily's chair, she should have been sitting there smiling back at him and ordering him back to work. But she wasn't, Matt knew he needed to bring her home, she belong in that chair, she belong with him. Something keep playing in his mind, it was the words Frank had said once they discovered Emily's gun, "which means where ever Emily is, she is no longer armed." The problem was Matt had a gut feeling that where ever Emily was, she was with that bastard. The fact she was not armed worried him, Matt knew that no matter what; armed or not, Em would fight, it was part of her, one of the many parts he loved. But he was also a realist; Marshall had at least a foot and about 100 pounds on Emily. He rub his forehead and had another glance at her chair, he got up and sat in her chair, he promised himself right there and than, if it was the last thing he did, Emily would be back in that chair very soon. He got up from the desk and headed back to the conference room to look over the information on Marshall again, Emily had used her brain to piece something together to figure out where Marshall was; now it was his turn to use his brain.
Cheryl sat on the edge of Lia's hospital bed; she looked so tiny laying there. Cheryl had convinced Duff to go and get some coffee. She also had finally broken down and called Lia's parents, they were on the way from Washington. The doctors had been brutally honest with her; Lia was running out of time. Lia's body was getting tried of fighting whatever was attacking her. The doctors figured they had a few hours before her internal organs started to shut down, than the decision would have to be made to turn off the machines that were currently breathing for her. Cheryl took the hand of her colleague and friend, she could feel the tear start to fall down her cheek, the tear was soon followed by many others.
Emily's brain seriously hurt, what was she going to used. She had been going through every memory, every moment she had spent with Kyle back in Phoenix. And she couldn't think of one thing she could use to her advantage. She tried to wiggle lose from her restrains but that was also impossible. She took a deep breathe, she was screwed and she knew it, without some sort of miracle, Emily was going to die here. She started to think about Matt, and how much she loved him, she thought about her friends, about Lia, she had no idea how Lia was doing but she hopped she was going to be alright, she thought about all the things she would never get the chance to do. And than she snapped out of it, she was not going to give up. Emily Janelle Lehman was a fighter, she told herself. She would see Matt again, she would be held in his arms and they would make love because she was going to get out of this. However, the question came back to her, "how the fuck am I going to get out of this?" She had giving up on the cell phone plan, the battery was surely dead by now, she still had faith that Matt and Frank would find her, she just needed to stay alive long enough for them to figure it out. Emily started to go through her brain again. "There had to be something from Phoenix that will help me" she thought, she started to go through the memories again, her profile, truthfully she had put the entire case as far back in her mind as possible, but she knew now was the time to dig it out. Over and over again, she when through every conversation she had with Marshall, there was nothing, she couldn't think of one single thing that would help her, that's when she heard a vehicle door closed outside the house. "Oh crap, he's back" She thought to herself, and Emily Lehman knew she was running out of time.