Finishing the Job

Chapter 5: What's Worse?

Disclaimer: Don't own Miami so no yelling!

Ok this chapter is a little weird. But I thought it was pretty funny when I was typing it. Thanks for the reviews! Enjoy this chapter!

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--Unknown Location--

Ryan began to wake up. He opened his eyes only to see darkness. He was laying down in some type of vehicle, probably a van. His hands were tightly bound behind him. His ankles were also tightly bound. The blindfold was giving him a massive headache. He heard faint voices from the kidnappers.

The kidnappers drove for about ten more minutes before they finally stopped. He heard doors slam and the doors in the back open. He felt himself being picked up. He was being put over someone's shoulder. One of the kidnappers yelled in pain and the sound of a fist connecting to bare skin erupted.

"What happened?" the person holding Ryan asked.

"The wench bit me!"

The voice seemed so familiar. Than it hit him. He worked with the man for three years.

'Jason!' he screamed in his mind.

After Conner walked for a few more minutes, he felt himself be thrown harshly at a brick wall. A thump shortly followed. His blindfold was removed. The bright light hurt his eyes. When his eyes adjusted, he saw JJ next to him. The door shut, shutting them in darkness again.

"Are you ok?" Ryan asked. She was hit pretty hard.

"Yeah. Cheek hurts a little." JJ answered.

Her cheek was bright red and a bruise could be seen forming. A few minutes went by before one of them talked.

"Want to play a game?" JJ broke the awkward silence.

"You're not worried?" Ryan was kind of confused by her question.

"I'll worry when I get the bad visions. But… until then, I'm gonna stay calm. And I don't feel like sitting here doing nothing."

Ryan chuckled. "What game can we play with out our hands?"

"What's worse. It's a verbal game."

"How do you play?"

"I give you two choices of weird things that could happen and you choose which one you think is worse. Not very hard."

"Fine."

"Alright. What's worse? Being struck by lightning three times or… a fully grown tree falling on you?"

"How big is the tree.?"

"Taller than a house and as wide as a car."

"The lightning."

"I'd go with the tree. But oh well. Your turn!"

"What's worse? Getting trampled by an elephant or… being eaten by an alligator?"

"I'd say… getting eaten by an alligator."

Conner walked in and yelled shut up. About an hour later, Jason walked in and grabbed JJ. He yanked her off the ground by her arm and walked out of the room. Ryan sat alone in the dark, dank room.

--Miami--

Another murder had taken place on the streets of Miami. A maid was found dead in JJ's hotel room. She had probably walked in when Conner and Jason were bringing JJ and Ryan out. But that couldn't be. Horatio and Eric had looked all over the whole room… except the closet. The closet door had been flung open and that's where the body had been found. Conner had struck again.

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I told you it was weird. How was it?