Summery How do Grissom's captors plan to accomplish their goal? Continuance of Snatched.
Rating T
Comments The moment you have all been waiting for, "What in the hell is going on." I know I got some comments on the way I was organizing the way I post things, but just so me and everyone else doesn't get confused, I'm going to go ahead and continue this way for this one and part 4. My next multiple-part story will have chapters. All the other things wrong with it is the reason I didn't want to post the story in the first place (Think back to my comment in "A Man in Pain")
Almost twenty-four hours had passed, and still the Las Vegas crime lab drew a blank, no useable leads on Grissom. The only evidence was his blood and keys at the scene. No surveillance. No witnesses. No leads. Nothing. All Warrick, Greg, Nick, Sara, and Catherine could do was wait for the call, the note, the… something that could help them.
Meanwhile at the Ramada Hotel, Carson Bladano's sequestered jury sat in their rooms reading, playing card games, and conversing. In the basement in the electronic control room, unwelcome wires were strewn everywhere. Calvin Wilson, one of Bradley Selto's henchmen, was working on a wiretap, linking his laptop to every television in the hotel. They were all about to see something that they would never forget. When Calvin made the connection, he called Bradley on his cell phone.
"Selto, I'm in. We're on."
"Good." Selto hung up and turned his head to Grissom. "Let's do it."
Calvin pressed the enter button, and all at once, every television in the hotel, turned to the same channel. Bradley Selto appeared on the screen, his cameraman filming him.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury in the case of The People vs. Carson Bladano," he greeted, "You all may or may not be aware that Gil Grissom, the leader of a team of CSIs who worked Bladano's case, is missing. Well congratulations. You found him." Bradley walked to the other side of the room, the camera following him. A terrible sight came into view: Grissom, tied to a chair, bruised and bloody. "My demands are simple." Bradley continued. "I don't want money or an escort to Mexico." He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, pulled out a gun, and held it to Grissom's head. "Say it, CSI!" he ordered.
"A verdict of not guilty," he obeyed, "Or I die."
The screen went blank.
OK peeps, just one more to go. I'll post "Has the Jury Reached a Verdict" by 12/19/06.