Natalie sees the bottle and shakes even more, almost vibrating in her seat. "Bleach," she says softly, as if in a trance. "I hate the smell of bleach. Can't forget it."
---
Sara breathes heavily, pulling as hard as she can at her arm. She's moved beyond feeling simple physical pain.
Gotta get out gotta get out get out get out GET OUT!
She sees the rearview mirror and manages to pull it down.
Then it begins to drizzle.
She feels the bones in her arm snap and cries out.
Then she continues pounding at the window.
GET OUT!
---
"Flash floods are expected," Brass murmurs lowly to Grissom, studying the interrogation.
"Fuck," Grissom breathes. "Fuck! If we can't get through soon..."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2007-11-12 05:30 am (UTC)---
Sara breathes heavily, pulling as hard as she can at her arm. She's moved beyond feeling simple physical pain.
Gotta get out gotta get out get out get out GET OUT!
She sees the rearview mirror and manages to pull it down.
Then it begins to drizzle.
She feels the bones in her arm snap and cries out.
Then she continues pounding at the window.
GET OUT!
---
"Flash floods are expected," Brass murmurs lowly to Grissom, studying the interrogation.
"Fuck," Grissom breathes. "Fuck! If we can't get through soon..."
"She may drown."