CHAPTER TWO

A/N: I haven't been to school since Monday with all these snow days and sick days ha, so I've been writing a lot of fan fiction for the last two days… here's some of it! I hope it's not horrible… Thanks for all the great reviews!

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"We need to go, now." Grissom exclaimed as he rushed into the break room faster than Nick and Warrick had seen him move in a while. They knew something was up.

"Where, and why?" Nick asked, trying to keep the hint of fear out of his voice. There was only one, no two, things that could possibly make Grissom look that worried and scared, and that meant they were in trouble. Those two things were Sara Sidle and Catherine Willows who were the two toughest women any of the men had ever met, and they didn't let trouble get in their way easily.

"Catherine and Sara." Grissom confirmed their suspicions.

"Yeah, but what's happened to them?" Warrick asked. Why was Grissom so out of it? He would usually be so in control and in his 'I know everything, follow my lead' mode. Seeing him like this made the two men worry even more. If this was a situation Grissom was having trouble handling, how were they to cope? That's when Greg walked in. It was a very odd picture, he thought. Nick and Warrick's faces were consumed with worry and fear, and Grissom; he just looked completely out of it.

"Uh, hi." Greg muttered as he headed to the coffee pot. "Is everything alright?"

"No." Three voices told him.

"Catherine and Sara are in big trouble…" Grissom started.

"They'll be able to handle themselves, don't worry Grissom." Greg tried to reassure him. Catherine and Sara would be fine, Greg thought. They were probably much tougher than he was, and together, Greg betted they could handle almost any situation.

"No, Greg, they won't." Grissom argued, just above a whisper. "I was sitting in my office going over the case I'm on, and Sara called. Catherine and Sara are processing the scene of a rape that happened sometime last night. Everyone left the scene and they heard something downstairs. They went down and no one appeared to be there. Then Sara's phone cut out and she won't pick up now. I swear I heard screaming before I got cut of as well…" Grissom summarized the small amount of information he had.

"Let's go. We've got to get there quick!" Nick exclaimed. He grabbed his keys and they all headed out to the parking lot. They forgot about all of their other cases. Sara and Catherine were the only things that mattered right then. They had to get to the house fast.

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"Awe," Sara groaned, opening her eyes. What was wrong with her head? Everything was dark and blurry and her head was killing her. She didn't think she had been drinking the night before… where was she anyway? She spun her head around to see Catherine sitting two feet away from her. "Catherine, what are you doing here? Wait, where are we?"

"Lie back down, Sara." Catherine instructed her.

"No. Where are we?" Sara protested and asked again.

"Sara, lie down." Catherine repeated, her patience couldn't hold out much longer. Sara wasn't sure why Catherine was telling her to lie down, but she did it anyways. It seemed she had to if she wanted answers. "Thank you. It's safe to say you have a concussion, and I'm not sure what else you have." Catherine told Sara after she retreated to a laying position.

"What?" Sara asked pushing back the need to bolt upright again. "Cath, where are we?"

"I'm not exactly sure." Catherine told her, looking away. True, she remembered what happened, and true, she had been awake the whole time, but since the initial attack until about a half hour before the present time, she had something tied over her eyes.

"I'm so confused right now." Sara admitted, shutting her eyes tightly to try and make the tears go away. "I just want the pain to go away."

"How much pain are you in?" Catherine asked, very concerned. Catherine herself wasn't in much pain at all, she could handle the amount she was experiencing, but she knew Sara was in much worse shape than she was.

"A lot." Sara answered with a sigh. "Can you tell me what happened now?"

"Yeah, sure." Catherine nodded. "You and I got assigned a rape case. The rape victim was still alive but couldn't give out any condition because of her physiological state. We were processing the scene. Everything was secured, and we were the only ones there. I was just about to lift a shoe print off the outside of a second story window when we heard a noise downstairs. We went down to see who was there, but no one said anything, and we knew it wasn't anyone who was supposed to be there. We were standing on the stairs and you called Grissom to let him know we had a possible situation. You were halfway through a sentence when two people snuck down the stairs behind us. One of them grabbed me; the other grabbed your phone and hit you pretty hard which is when I'm thinking you got your concussion. Then he threw you over his shoulder and they covered my eyes and we were led to some sort of vehicle. We drove for quite a while; I have no idea how far. We could have been going around the same blocks thirty times for all I know. The vehicle stopped and they dragged us out. You were still unconscious… we went down some stairs and through a door and down some more stairs. I'm pretty sure were in a basement somewhere. Someplace no one is going to find us until it's too late." Catherine recounted the entire story to Sara. She held strong through the whole story, but with her personal predictions at the end, a tear silently rolled down her cheek.

"Grissom and the team will find us, Cath, you know they will." Sara told her. The pounding in her head wasn't going away, it still hurt like hell, but she was getting more and more awake. Sara wiggled around a bit, assuming they'd be restrained, but they weren't in any way. Sara could move her arms and legs and there was nothing on her face either. If they weren't restrained that meant that their kidnappers must have been confident they couldn't escape. Catherine was right; they must have been somewhere that had little chance of being found. Then again, maybe their kidnappers looked at the two women, noticed their size and appearance and underestimated their strength. She doubted it though. They probably knew who they were. It would be too ironic that they just randomly kidnapped two CSI's without knowing they were CSI's.

"I guess. I'm just so worried." Catherine admitted, "What if they don't find us? What if I never see Lindsay again?"

"You will, don't worry." Sara reassured her. Sara knew that Catherine would be much more scared than she was though, because even though both women feared for their own lives, Catherine feared for her daughter as well. Lindsay had already lost a father, and it would kill her if she lost her mother too. Catherine had to get out of here alive. Catherine smiled and wondered how Sara was making her feel better when she was the one with the concussion and head damage.

"Are you sure you're alright? Let me look at your head…" Catherine suggested.

"Ha, are you a doctor now?" Sara chuckled, figuring a laugh or two might make them feel better, but it just killed her head even more.

"No, but I might be able to help." Catherine smiled. Sara was still making jokes, so she couldn't be that bad off. Catherine crawled over to look at Sara's head, but as she did, they heard a loud thump come from above them. Terror filled both women's eyes as they realized their kidnappers had come back for them. These weren't any kidnappers either. They had been taken from a rape scene, which meant that these kidnappers were most likely rapists as well. The thump got louder and louder. It was hard to tell what it was. It wasn't a normal footstep, they knew that, but whatever it was, it was becoming louder and louder.

"Let's home the guys find something fast." Sara whispered squeezing her eyes shut.

"Yeah." Catherine agreed in an even quieter voice. Then from the other side of the room, they heard the jiggling of a door knob…

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Dayna.