Chapter 1 BBBA

-1CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI at all.

Sara's a/n: ok so my sister doesn't know I stole this story from her…'cause well…lets just say that I found her notebook & I stole it…& I re-posted the story back on here 'cause well…it needed to be back on here…ne ways enough of me rambling…& for you to read the story…lol… ooh & gabby…you know I love you…you're the BEST sister in the WHOLE world! & I love ya lotz!!

Sara

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"Let me go!"

"Afraid not dear. Rules are rules. We all have to follow them." He plainly stated.

"What do you want me for? Who are you?" I asked.

"Well, we need the money. We seen you, Put 2 and 2 together, and there is your answer. And you, can call me Mike."

"Please don't hurt me. I mean, you seem nice, you wont hurt me will you?" I asked pleadingly.

"I don't know actually. I might, I might not." He then paused for a moment.

"If I don't, my boss will. Even if I do or not."

That's the last I seen or hear, because everything went black.

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All was quiet on nightshift at CSI. Sara and Catherine were going over the evidence of their current robbery. Warrick and Nick were playing NFL: 3000 on the play station 2. Score, 3 to 1; with Nick leading. Surprisingly not Warrick this time, Grissom, as the supervisor he was, was preparing for one of the things he never liked as a supervisor. Attending a meeting. Not only the meeting itself, but a meeting in which the lab's ass was attending. Conrad Ecklie.

All of a sudden, Captain Brass sweeps right through the break room door. The homicide detective looked ready to drop from sheer exhaustion anytime.

"Which two of you all don't have a case going?" Brass asked trying to keep the demeanor and authority in his voice he commonly used.

"Nicky and I don't. What's up?" Warrick spoke as he paused the game.

"Kidnapping, 15 year old girl, Local Park." Brass said, giving the two CSI's the information.

"We're on it." Nick spoke up, standing to turn the game off.

"Ok. I'll meet you in the parking lot." Brass said leaving.

"Guys, when this meeting is finally over, I'll be out to help you." Grissom said promising Nick and Warrick.

"Thanks Griss. Nicky, I'll meet you out in the Tahoe. I've gotta get me more swabs."

"Ok. Try to hurry. I have a feeling we'll be pulling a double tonight."

"Yeah. No doubt." Warrick sighed.

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Somehow, I found myself awake. I looked around squinting as if I had been asleep for a long time. Uh, duh! That was lame of me, but yeah, whatever.

Anyhow, as I am looking around, I see 4 walls. How exciting? Not. They're concrete, smelly. I would defiantly say mildewed. Just my freaking luck, I am allergic to mold, mildew, and dust and just about everything else. Niiiice. Well, I guess this is the common place to be when kidnapped.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I hear something. Well, more like someone. I quickly shut my eyes tight, and try to pretend I'm asleep.

"I know you're awake little girl." a deep husky voice spoke.

Damn. It didn't work. As if by a magic light bulb had been turned on, a thought came to mind. That was NOT the voice of Mike. Oh God.

"I was debating on feeding you. But, I decided, why the hell would I do that? You're going to die. But, before you die, we're going to collect ransom money. Then? Then you're no longer important to us." The unidentified man stated very clearly.

Then, the door shut. The man had left. Oh god, why did it come to this? Why?

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Nick and Warrick met Detective Brass at the scene.

"Who called it in?" Nick asked wanting the information up front so he could get working on the scene to help bring the girl home.

"Onlookers. Said they seen a knife, and then the guy dragged the victim."

"I found her backpack and purse. Hopefully, one will have some sort of I.D. in it." Warrick said as he was already starting to process the scene before him.

"Did you find something?" Nick asked hopeful.

"Uhh yeah. One thing I don't want to see. A makeshift-exacto-knife. And Band-Aids."

"Our girls' a cutter." Nick sighed while shaking his head.

"Hold up. I just found some I.D."

"Who's our girl?"

"Gabriella Watson. Age 15 as Brass said. And you wont believe this."

"What?" Nick asked.

"She's in foster care." Warrick says sympathetically.

"We have to find her. War', we're pulling a double." Nick said with a tone that held for no arguments.

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The perfect moment, hmmm, which one should I take? I know, how about both. Triple the money, and then leave them for dead, easy as that…

Butt when?

TBC... Please, please, please review…& it would make me the HAPPIEST person on earth & for those of you who have read & reviewed the story PLZ review again…'cause well obviously my sister deleted the story…ne ways plz review next chp will b up REAL shortly…