I am so sorry for the lack of updates on this! I've been busy with school, so I haven't had a chance to write as much as I'd like. My beta is also busy as well and our schedules conflict so I post when she is able to edit! Again, sorry for the delay!
To my very adamant reviewer, I'm really sorry my updates are few and far between, but I appreciate your reviews. Also? As of right now, Sam is not featured in this fic. Maybe down the road. Just thought I'd answer your questions. :)
Things are getting closer to the CSI/Glee union! Enjoy!
"Gil, I thought we were heading to Lima?" his wife asked him, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"Unfortunately the closest airport is Cleveland. We'll have to take a car to get us to Lima. The heart of the investigation starts in Cleveland, so we'll need to get up to speed there. That's where the case notes and what little evidence they have are harboring."
Sara nodded her head and eased back into her seat.
Grissom flipped down his flight lap desk from behind the seat in front of him and spread out the paper work that was faxed to him from the OSPD.
Sara leaned closer to get a better look, as he placed his glasses on his face.
"What are the specs?" She asked him, picking up one of the crime scene photos.
"Not much actually." He lifted up the picture and they contemplated it together.
"It looks like there's some sort of trace right here." She pointed to a spot on the picture.
He shook his head. "It was confirmed as a piece of debris irrelevant to the investigation."
She huffed in her seat. "I have a feeling this is going to be a long, drawn out wild goose chase."
"They are the weakest, however strong, who have no faith in themselves or their own powers."
She smiled at him. "Tenneson?"
He smirked back at his wife "Christian Bovee."
"Ah." She turned her attention back to the picture they were examining, finding nothing.
She reached over to grab the case file from the desk and read through it.
"It says here that one of the girls was a blonde with blue eyes. What about our other victims?" She flipped the page in the folder as he spoke.
"The first victim was a brunette with green eyes and the most recent was a redhead. There's no common connection that they could find."
"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be descending into Cleveland, Ohio in twenty minutes. Please remain seated until we have landed." The pilot's voice echoed through the cabin.
Sara threw a pen at a sleeping Nick, startling him awake.
"Hey!" He growled. Sara and Grissom laughed hysterically.
"Never fall asleep on a plane, Nicky. You never know what could happen." Grissom told him as he attempted to throw the pen back at Sara, hitting Grissom instead.
Nick's eyes grew wide as Grissom's narrowed. "S-sorry Gris." Sara covered her mouth to hide her laughter.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Cleveland Ohio. We hope you enjoy your stay here!"
Ohio State Police Department Headquarters
"Dr. Grissom I presume?" Captain Harris said as he shook his hand.
"Please, Gil."
"Gil." Captain Harris said as he nodded his head.
"I brought some of my guys to come lend a hand to the investigation. Nick Stokes and Sara Sidle." Captain Harris shook each of their hands, eyeing Sara up and down.
"They surely know how to pick 'em in Vegas huh?" Captain Harris winked at Sara as she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Yes. They do. My husband," She smiled at Grissom "knows that well." She winked at Grissom and he smiled at her.
Captain Harris' shook off her comment, focusing at the reason why they were there in the first place "Let's get down to business shall we?"
He led them towards his office, weaving their way through PD entering through his office door in the back of the department.
"Now then," He began, "Here is the whole case file that you can go through and get up to speed. If you need anything, I'm sure one of my guys would be more than happy to assist you. You can use one of the interrogation rooms in the back if need be." He slid the stack of papers in front of Grissom where he sat facing the Captain's desk.
"I'd like to take a trip to the evidence vault. Could you tell me where it's located?" Grissom asked him. Placing his glasses on his face and dividing the stacks between Sara and Nick.
"Sure. Go right down the hall to the left. It'll be the first door on your right." He pointed towards the direction of the hall.
Grissom nodded. "Thank you, Captain. Also, could you please tell me where I can find Sergeant Logan?"
"Certainly. I'll just give him a call and have him meet you in the evidence vault."
"Thanks, Captain. We'll get right on this." Nick said, tapping the files.
They made their way towards the evidence vault and began sifting through the case files.
"It says here that one of the girls went missing right after school on Monday. Wasn't there someone around?" Nick said his brow furrowing.
"In the report it says that her parents were unable to pick her up so she had to walk home that day. She only lived a block away." Sara added, reading the report.
Nick nodded his head. "What kind of activities was she involved in?"
"Let's see, she was a member of NHS, Debate, and she was also a cheerleader." Sara read.
Grissom's brow furrowed as he looked for a certain file.
"What is it?" Sara asked, knowing her husband well.
"The girl from Columbus was also on the cheerleading squad." He fixed his gaze across the table at Nick.
He nodded his head confidently and put his palms on the table. "And our latest victim is a cheerleader. That's our connection."
"Our serial kidnapper is picking up high school cheerleaders and doing who knows what to them." Sara stated.
Grissom looked from Nick to Sara and then back at the case files in front of him and picked up the most recent.
Sargeant Logan joined the trio in the evidence vault and shook both their hands.
"Thank you so much for coming. You have no idea what it means to us. Have you got anything yet?"
"We've got our connection." Grissom stated.
"What's that?" Sargeant Logan asked.
"Your serial kidnapper likes cheerleaders. All the missing girls? They're all a part of their school's cheerleading squad."
Sargeant Logan's face fell. "Another girl went missing last night. She attended William McKinley High."
"Nick? Sara? Are you ready to go back to school." They both nodded in agreement.
"We go to William McKinley High." Grissom stated with a confident nod of his head.
"Mr. Schue? What are we going to do?" Rachel squeaked. She'd had a history with the missing Latina but that never meant she wanted anything to happen to her.
Mr. Schuester swallowed hard. "Well-we um, let's call it a day everyone. Please be careful out there." Mr. Schue told his students solemnly.
They all gathered their things quietly and walked out of the room in silence, each one hugging their significant other a little tighter than usual.
Brittany walked out, tears pooled in her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment and her arms tugged tight around her upper torso.
"Rach?" Finn asked his girlfriend in a horse voice.
"Yes?" She whispered quietly, her eyes fixed in front of her.
"I don't care what your dads say; I'm staying with you no matter what. I'll drive you to school and take you wherever you need to go. Dance rehearsal, piano lessons, whatever. You are not leaving my sight."
She stopped walking and he stopped with her.
She looked at him with watery eyes.
"I'm scared Finn." She told him in a small voice.
He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight, kissing the top of her head.
"I know baby. But don't worry, I'm here. I'll keep you safe."
She squeezed him tight and nuzzled his chest.
"I love you so much." She muffled.
"I love you too. Come on. Let's go home."
She removed herself from his chest and they shuffled toward the parking lot in silence.
Was Lima going to be safe ever again?
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