Finally the sequel is up! I would like to thank the people who had asked for this. I didn't think their would be a sequel it Gil Grissom's Kidnapping but it happened.

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I don't own CSI but i do own Ginnelle, her father, Grissom's kid, John and Mike, and a Christopher Patrick


There was water everywhere that morning. Nothing was safe from getting wet. This is Las Vegas and it was getting hit with a large storm right now. Down on earth, there were a handful of people standing in this kind of weather. It seemed to fit the moment and the feelings of the people that were standing around. The people standing together paid no mind of the heavy drops of rain that falls from the clouded sky above them. Their tears that came from their eyes mixed with the drops of rain as they morn for their lost loved one. He was long ago buried and covered with dirt; the only thing his friends and family could stare at now was his tomb stone. So much has happened over the years; the good and the bad. So much has happened over the last six years. Everyone knew that there would be loses but they did not expect that they would lose such a close friend so soon.

"Ginnelle are you ok?" asked Sara from where she stood. It was a stupid question to ask and Sara knew it. How could she be alright after this? Sara did not know. She just wanted for Ginnelle to talk to her. Over the years they have become very close friends but not as close as Grissom; they were really close.

When Ginnelle didn't respond to Sara's question not to her surprise, Sara remained quite. She looked over to where a now 20 year old Ginnelle had been sitting for the past couple of hours. Ginnelle remained the same over the years. Her hair was the same color but it was longer now; just above her shoulders. She was still thin but she developed more curves making the boys chasing after her more. He's dead. He's dead. Ginnelle thought over and over again in her head not believing that he was gone forever.

This death took a big hit to Ginnelle. She was on her knees despite the rain that had been falling. She was also the closest to his grave and looked as if she was going to jump up and hug the grave stone for all she's worth. The poor girl was in tears and Sara didn't need to hear the sobs that came from Ginnelle to know that she was crying. She, herself was shedding tears but not only for his death but the way Ginnelle looked at this moment of time; broken and lost. The years had been good to Ginnelle even with her kidnapping that was still fresh in her memory even to this day. Sara would often catch Ginnelle and Grissom talking about it; about what she had endured the past two years with the Johnson brothers. Sara would never interrupt them but watch from a distance. She could never hear what they say but some times she would see Ginnelle crying and on a few occasions even Grissom.

Why? Why do you have to leave her? thought Sara. Another 3o minutes had gone by and everyone was slowly going back to their cars.

"Ginnelle? Come on sweet heart. It's time to go. You can stay with us 'til you feel that you are ready to leave." Sara told her. Ginnelle shook her head rapidly. She wasn't going anywhere. She wasn't going to leave him. Sara sighed and looked at the remaining people. The only people that stayed were her friends from the lab; Nick, Warrick, Catharine, Greg, and even Hodges came. Once they heard of his death, they immediately went to investigate. They found nothing but they were still looking, for the people who were still in the lab they work nonstop even as the CSIs stood here.

"Nick help me with her." Sara called at to her friend. Nick nodded and walked over to where Ginnelle was sitting. She resisted him for some minutes before she gave up and went willingly with Nick to Sara's car. The others looked on sadly at Ginnelle from where they stood as if they could feel the pain she was feeling at this moment. Just then while the others looked on where Nick and Ginnelle were getting into her car, Sara's cell phone went off; ringing her ring tone out loud for everyone to hear. Sara looked at the ID and flipped it open to answer the person who was calling her.

"Sidle." stated Sara after she put the phone to her ear and mouth.

"What, no Grissom?" said the voice in a jokingly tone. Sara laughed softly at that.

"Well people get confused when I answer stating Grissom, Brass." Sara replied.

"How is she?" Brass asked. Sara looked towards Ginnelle who was now in her car waiting for her. She was still staring at his grave.

"I'm taking Ginnelle with me home, she isn't doing so well. If it wasn't for Nick, I don't think I would have gotten her in my car. His death is taking its toll on her." she replied.

"Poor girl. I'm just calling in to make sure how everyone was holding up and to tell you that we have found nothing on or around him to make us think that it's anything else but natural death. Sorry." Brass told Sara. He, himself sounded upset and if wasn't for the fact that the police needed him, Jim would have been here too.

"Thanks Brass, see you later." Sara said to Brass and hung up the phone before he could say good-bye as well. After she hung up, Sara went straight for her car. Once she got there, she proceeded to open the driver's door and hopped in. Sara started her car and turned towards Ginnelle.

"Ginnelle it's going to be ok, alright? I'm taking you to our townhouse." Even though Sara told Ginnelle this already, she felt that she had to let Ginnelle know where they were going. Ginnelle nodded and Sara started down the road to her home; they were the last people to leave the burial grounds.

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Brass jerked as Sara hung up the phone on him. That's not a good sign. thought Brass. He was worried about Ginnelle even though he hardly knew about her back then when Grissom got kidnapped but over time they formed a bond; a strong one. Most thought of Jim as the protective brother but he settled for the overly protective Uncle. He chose that position because Brass thought that she already had too many of overly protective brothers; four to be exact. There was Nick, Warrick, and sometime Greg though most of the time Ginnelle seemed to be the older one compared to Greg with him getting into trouble and not just in the lab either.

Then there are Catherine and Sara; the safety Aunts and the guides to life of their family but not just for Ginnelle, the guys too, well it's mostly for the guys and their girl trouble. They would spend hours trying to guide Ginnelle through her second chance at life and they succeeded 'til now.

With Grissom…God Grissom; he was like her second overly protective father, like one wasn't enough! If Ginnelle was to do anything like going clubbing or when she started dating boys. Man the boys…Jim had to laugh in his head on those scenes. Every single boy that was going on a date or was dating Ginnelle met Grissom at some point of time; mostly in the first or second date. From Jim's point of view…well everyone's point of view could see that with every boy there was a different threat; some scarier than others. Jim could even remember this one poor kid. The kid actually pissed his pants because Gil scared him so badly with his threat. When Ginnelle's date ran out of Grissom's office everyone stopped what they were doing and looked to where Ginnelle was standing. Even Grissom looked up at her with fear; not fearing for her anger but fearing that she was going to be upset and was going to start crying, he hated it when she cries. Everyone thought that Grissom was a dead man for doing that to her date. But instead of killing him Ginnelle started to laugh historically almost falling to the ground from her laughing so hard. The whole lab and Grissom sighed with relief and started to join in laughing at the poor boy. They would have continued to laugh if it wasn't for Conrad coming in and yelling at everyone to go back to work. The boy never came around there again. No one could blame him. Ahh…now those were the good old days.

"Did you call Sara, Jim?" said a voice behind Jim. He snapped out of his memories and turned his attention towards the voice that was behind him; it was his old friend.

"Yes, I did. I got off with Sara just now. She says that Ginnelle was going to say with her at the townhouse." Jim paused. "Ginnelle isn't holding up so well and all of the evidence we have found so far is only telling us that he died of natural causes." Jim told his old friend.

"Jim he was physically healthy. A man just doesn't go to sleep just to die. There has to be a cause for all of this." said the man.

"Alright there was another cause at work here but what? There is nothing to indicate that he was murdered, not even the Doc found anything." Jim told him.

"Just because Doc can't find the cause doesn't mean that he dead of natural causes. I'm telling you Jim he was murdered." the man said clearly annoyed with Brass.

"Whatever you say Grissom, whatever you say. I'm going back to the crime scene-if you can even call it that-to see if I can find anything else." Brass told Grissom.

"Well I'm going back to the lab. I have evidence to check in and go over when Greg gets back here." said Grissom. Jim turned and walked towards the door only to stop at the door way and turned back to Grissom.

"You know just for the record. I think Ginnelle was hurt by the fact that you didn't come with everyone else. Going over that mans' case is not an excuses for not being there for Ginnelle in her time of need." he told Gil. Jim looked over Grissom's face after he said that and all he could see was guilt in his deep blue eyes.

"I now but I want to break this case or at least find out what killed him. It would mean so much to her." Grissom tried to argue back and it was a weak defense and they both knew it.

"Gil the body can wait; Ginnelle needs you now and more than ever. She needs you Gil, don't deny her comfort now." With that said Brass spun on his heels and left the room, leaving Grissom to his thoughts.

Gil looked and feels the disappointment with himself. He was here in the lab and not comforting Ginnelle-a person who he thought of as his daughter-when she needs him the most. You're an idiot Grissom. How can you be here when Ginnelle needs you out there? She just lost her father. That's right, her father. The one person she would love more than Grissom; her father, Anthony. That was why Grissom was here in the first place. He was looking into the death of her father. So far all they have found was that he died naturally but Gil won't have it. Healthy people don't die over night but Anthony did and Grissom was determined to find out way. I need to get to Ginnelle. With that last thought he walked out of the room and into the lab, dropping off the evidence he had on the table. Walking hurryingly to his midnight blue Denali and driving home to where he knew was there; his dog, his wife, his five year-old daughter, Alex, and his other daughter Ginnelle; who needs him at this moment. (Ginnelle is like a daughter to Grissom. For those readers who got confused on that note.)

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Grissom arrived at his townhouse around late evening, around eight o'clock. Anthony's burial was early morning and it was still raining heavily. He ran out of his car holding his coat not bothering to put it on. Gil needed to get to his family; he needed to get to Ginnelle. There was no time to waste. As he ran towards his home Grissom noticed that Sara's car was in the drive way. Good, that means they're home. Grissom ran to the front door of the house and turning the handle to find that it was unlocked. That went unnoticed by Grissom as he hurryingly went inside. The first thing that Grissom notices was that there was something off in his home. Instead of the warm, lovingly feeling he got instead a cold silence that chilled him to the bone and the fact that there was no sounds coming from anywhere in the house. It was quite, too quite. Not even the dog was barking.

"Sara…Alex…Ginnelle…" Grissom called out to them. There was no answer. Fear was slowly started to wiggle into his heart as the heart it self started to pound violently in his chest. Gil hung up his coat on the coat racks that were beside him and began his search for his family hoping that they were safe. He searched in the kitchen, all of the gust rooms, even the bee house that was outside but his family wasn't there. He looked everywhere but there were no signs that they even made it home. That can't be. Sara's car is here. Grissom thought desperately trying to push his terror down. He had searched the whole house but two rooms and that was his daughter's room and the room he had been sharing with Sara for the past six years. (Though it's a lot more than that but he meant since the officially became boy and girlfriend.)

Gil decided that he would check Alex's room first and began to walk towards her pink door that was covered in all types of bugs. Getting in front of the door he found that the door was closed. That's odd. Sara would never shut this door. Alex is afraid of being in the dark. thought Grissom as he clutched the knob to his daughter's door. He opened and found that the lights were off. Finding the switch that was to the right of the door way where he was standing and flicking it on. Grissom was greeted to a sight that would forever hunt his dreams for the rest of his days. Looking at the room Gil couldn't help but step back all of the way into the wall behind him. Grissom got up after a moment and went back to his little girl's room. The room, his little girl's room was trash with everything in pieces. Things were on the floor, the bed and desk that Sara and he bought for her were flipped over and cracked in some places, the wall paper that was designed with lady bugs were ripped and torn in multiple places, and the thing that scared Grissom the most was the blood spatter that was in vigorous places but mostly on the walls. To most people the blood was little and not life threatening but to Grissom this amount of blood scared him to death. What if it was Alex's blood? Where are Ginnelle and Sara? Those were the thoughts of Gil Grissom as he feared the worst for his family.

He felt terror enter his heart as he realized that this was just Alex's room. So if Alex's room was this bad, how bad would their room be? Gil quickly ran out of his daughter's room and to their room; the door was closed too. He grabbed the handle and slowly turned it, knowing that he wasn't fully prepared to look upon his and Sara's room. When he got into their room; it was worst. Their room was like Alex's room and there was more blood spatter.

"Sara…" he whispered sadly. If only I was with them. I could have stopped this. Gil thought. He was reaching for his cell phone to call Brass when he heard a soft moan underneath the flipped bed. Grissom walked to the right a little bit to get a better look from where the moaning was coming from with slight hope in his heart. Getting into a better angle Grissom then looked towards the bed that was once his. He saw a slim arm sticking out from underneath the bed.

"Sara!" Gil called out to Sara as he ran to her. Once there he clutched the bedding and lifted it off of her.

"Sara, are you ok? What happened?" Grissom asked her as he brought Sara close to his chest and to his heart. He took a good look at his Sara. She looked like she was beaten without mercy. There were gashes on her face, head, arms, and legs, bruises forming everywhere on her body already in different colors between red, blue, black, purple, and even yellow and she'd most likely have fractures.

"Gil…" Sara said softly; she was semi conscious. "He…took…them…" That was all she could say before she lost consciousness. Grissom started to shack her slightly, trying to wake her up.

"Sara, tell me what happened? Who took them? Who is he?" Gil tried to get the answers from her but it was not working. He immediately stopped his shacking once he realized what he was doing. With her body still smashed into his, Gil took out his cell phone and called Brass.

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Brass was at the crime lab eating take out with the team when his phone started to ring. Looking at the caller ID he saw that it was Grissom. Confused he answered it not knowing what was going to hit him. While answering Brass he heard laugher in the background from the team and told them to hush up and put the phone to his ear and mouth.

"Brass." He stated to Grissom. All too fast Grissom started to shout things too quickly for

Jim to catch. "Whoa, whoa. Hold on Grissom you're taking to fast." The team around him, Jim noticed got quitter for they knew that Grissom always talked calmly unless something bad has happened. There was a pause in Jim's speech as he got Gil to calm down enough to talk right.

"Alright, we're on it." Jim flipped his phone shut and into his pocket. He turned to the people that he was eating with. "Break time is over. It's time to go." he told them as he got up and throw his meal away. The others did too and caught up with Brass.

"What happened Jim?" asked Nick. He was worried just like the rest of the team. What did Grissom tell Jim?

"Trouble." Jim stopped walking and the others followed. "Look, after Sara called, I told Grissom to go home and be there for Ginnelle. He got there and what he found was not pleasant. I have to radio it in for backup and call the ambulance to meet us there." That was enough said as they piled into their cars and raced to Grissom's townhouse.

When they got there, the team could believe their eyes. The police was there and Grissom's house already had the yellow tape up to keep people from going inside the area. The ambulance was already there too and so was the media. The team had a hell of a time trying to get passed them but they did. It was when they got through was when they felt pain and anger. They saw Grissom trying desperately to stay with Sara who was on being lifted by a stretcher onto the ambulance truck being treated to stabilize her. The paramedics were trying to keep Grissom away so that they could do their job properly but Gil wouldn't have it. That was when Brass stepped in. He held Grissom back as they did what they had to do to stabilize Sara so they could get her to the hospital more quickly. It was then when they were done that Jim let Grissom go and watched as he ran back to Sara. Before the ambulance left, Grissom jumped into the back with Sara, not leaving her side. After this night no one doubted that he will ever leave her side again. Who ever did this was going to pay big time.

Catherine was almost into tears as she was already piecing things together. The girls were no where to be seen and she was pretty sure that there wasn't a second ambulance coming. The guys were in a similar state as she was and she knew that things weren't going to be any better soon but for Grissom's sake she hoped. Catherine looked back at Brass as he joined them once again.

"Nick, you, Warrick, and Greg are going to search Grissom's house for evidence. Catherine, you and me are going to Palms Desert hospital." With that Jim started to walk towards his car to get going when he was stopped.

"Jim what happened?" Catherine said. Jim turned back to them. They didn't move from their spots. Jim sighed.

"Sara and the girls were attacked. Grissom found Sara beaten in their room." There were gasps through out the group.

"And the girls?" asked Greg, Jim shock his head.

"They're gone." After that was said the group split up to get to work.

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Nick, Warrick, and Greg made the perimeter around the house looking for any signs that someone was waiting for them or even there at all while Jim and Catherine met up with Grissom at the hospital. From what they could see on the outside of the house it was normal, no signs that there was a forced entry but inside was different. In the inside there was no struggle any where but in the two rooms, no trail that someone even left the house, but Warrick found several hair strands in Alex's room with a good proportion of skin still attached to the rot of the hairs. He guessed that they were ripped out; short and dark brown in color. Warrick bagged and tagged them.

Nick found the same thing in Grissom's and Sara's room but along side those were some brown fibers. They were pretty sure they were not from Grissom or his family. He also found a bloody lamp in the corner of the room. Nick bagged that too. Greg was dusting for prints and impressions, he found several finger prints and also shoe impressions even if the team figured they were from Grissom and his family they did not want to take the chance and bagged them any way.

Nick, Greg, and Warrick were currently reworking the house to see if they missed anything when Catherine came by. She gave them the updated report and asked it she could get Sara some clothes with other female things. They guys cleared the items Catherine wanted and asked if she wanted to help them out. With the things she wanted she promised to help them later in the lab and said a good-bye to the guys.

Greg was in Alex's bed room while Nick and Warrick were working on Grissom's and Sara's bedroom. Greg was shooting photos of the room and bagging anything that looked like it would give them a clue to who did all of this. He was at the back of Alex's room in left hand corner looking of anything that would help but sadly so far nothing. Greg was about to move on to a different part of the room when he saw blood not consistent with the blood spatter underneath a blank piece of paper. He took a couple of pictures of it and gently lifted the piece of paper. Greg looked at the paper first, turning it upside down and right side up, looking for any blood on it; there was none. That didn't matter to Greg as looks can be deceiving so he took out his brush and dusted for finger prints. Once he was done he looked at the piece of paper again closely; there was a complete hand print on it. It was more than he'd hoped for and then he placed the paper in an evidence bag for later on. Then Greg looked towards the floor. There was a message written in blood on the floor but he wasn't able to make out want it said. Greg took multiple pictures of the message and when he was done called for the guys. He looked around the area and found more fibers like the ones Nick and Warrick had found.

"Find anything Greg?" asked Nick coming into the room.

"I think so. Come look at this." Greg told them and they joined him kneeling on the floor.

"What does that say?" asked Warrick trying to read the writing.

"I don't know." Greg told them. "But I found it under this piece of paper. It has a full hand print on it. That and I found some of those fibers you and Nick found in the room Grissom and Sara share." He showed Nick and Warrick the piece of paper and the fibers he had found and bagged for evidence. They both looked at the new evidence. There was nothing that would lead them anywhere but that's now and when the results come back it would be a different story.

"I found a crushed CD player. I don't know if it well tell us anything but I took it anyway. Unless we come up with something we're all done here so lets get all of this stuff to the car and back to the lab." said Nick. They had worked for most of the night and now it was turning into early morning. Warrick nodded and started to walk out of the room with Nick but they both stopped at the door way.

"Aren't you coming Greg?" asked Warrick. Greg was still kneeling on the floor looking for more evidence.

"No, you guys go ahead. I'm going to finish up here and then leave but if you would could you guys take the evidence that I found back with you. We'll need the results back fast, for our sake and Grissoms'." Greg told them not looking up from what he was doing. Nick nodded though Greg didn't see it and grabbed the evidence that Greg found. Nick and Warrick walked back to their cars and to the lab hoping that they would get something off of their samples and items they bagged.


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