A/N: well here's chapter 3 for you two lovely people, again you know who you are! D thank you for your encouraging reviews! And we hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 3

Laura and Anna, the phone in her pocket now, sat in silence as the van slowed down. They heard the doors open and the men getting out. They heard footsteps on either side of the van as the men walked round to the back.

The van flooded with light as the doors flew open and the men came into view. The dark haired one leaned into the van and tried to grab Anna who started kicking her feet. He stepped back and pushed his mate forward

"get her feet" he exclaimed.

The other one leaned in and tried to grab Anna's kicking feet. After what seemed like an eternity he managed to pin her feet to the floor. The dark haired one leaned in and took her feet as his mate let go,

"get her arms".

The blonde one climbed into the van and stepped over to the back where he tried to grab at her arms

"Charlie. She won't keep still" he complained as Anna waved her arms frantically.

He finally managed to grab her wrists and at that moment Anna lent forward and sunk her teeth into his arm. He wailed in pain and Charlie looked up to see his companion wailing and waving his arms in an attempt to free himself from Anna's teeth.

Blood trickled from his hand and down Anna's chin as she refused to let go. He continued to wail and wave his arms shouting

"Charlie get her off! It hurts get her off!"

Charlie looked bewildered as he looked from his partner to Anna and back again. He let go of her feet and pulled his own gun from his pocket and pointed it towards Laura

"let him go. Or I'll shoot your friend!" Charlie shouted.

Anna looked at him, saw the gun pointing at Laura, and immediately let go. With blood dripping down his arm he sprang to the opposite side of the van holding his wound. Still pointing the gun at Laura, Charlie said

"now get out, slowly, and no funny stuff".

Anna started to ease forward out of the van spitting blood from her mouth as she went, Charlie glanced at his mate and said

"get her"

and then put his attention back on Anna who was now nearly out of the van. Once she had her legs over the edge he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out.

She stood, still spiting blood and trying to wipe the blood from around her mouth as Laura was being pulled from the van by the other man, his arm dripping blood into the dirt.

With Charlie in front dragging Anna by the arm, who continued to spit, they rounded the corner of a small and desolate shack. As they were pulled round the corner Anna looked round to see if she could see anything, any of the city signs or anything, all she could see on the horizon beyond all the desert was a small strip of shimmering lights against the darkness that was now descending over Vegas.

III

In the interview room Grissom and Sara took one side of the table taking charge of the interview as Brass stood against the wall in the background and the dark haired male occupied the empty side of the table across from Grissom and Sara. Grissom was the one to start the questioning

"Ok, start with your name"

"Dan, err, Daniel Robert Rudland"

"Date of birth" Grissom continued.

"25th February 1990".

"What led you to believe that your friends have been kidnapped?"

"Well, one of them, err, Anna, sent me a text saying that she was in the back of a van with Laura tied up".

"Have you still got this message?"

Reaching into his jeans pocket he pulled his phone out

"yeah, sure"

Grissom lent over the table to retrieve the phone as Dan held it out. Grissom looked at the message and said

"Can you remember the time that this message was sent".

"Yeah it's, err, at the bottom of the message".

Grissom looked at the phone screen again and then passed the phone to Sara, she nodded and passed the phone back to Grissom. Holding up the phone Grissom said

"could we keep this until the end of our investigation?"

Dan sat and thought about this, there was a long pause and then he added persuasively

"it would help us find your friends"

Dan glanced at Sara and then nodding his head said

"sure, okay, if it'll help you find them"

Grissom, putting the phone on the table in front of him, gave him a small, encouraging smile and then carried on with the questioning

"when was the last time you saw your friends?".

Dan considered the question carefully before answering, he told them about the café and the casino. After he had finished Grissom continued

"which casino?"

"I-I… don't know".

"Can you remember noticing anything that stood out? See anything or hear anything, a certain noise maybe?"

Grissom pushed trying to get him to remember. Dan's brow creased in remembrance

"err, yeah, yeah the name, I remember seeing something about an island, it made me think of pirates".

Brass, who'd been listening in the corner, said

"you mean treasure island?" Grissom who had forgot that he was there looked at him and then back at Dan.

"Yeah! Yeah, that was it" Dan said enthusiastically.

Grissom looked towards Sara and noticed her vacant and confused expression and turned his attention back to Dan.

"When did you realise that your friends were missing?"

"When we arrived at the hotel, we thought they were behind us" he started to sob a little

"we waited for a bit then went in, we thought they were just walking slow. I knew there was something wrong. I should have gone looking for them" he put his hands over his face and started to cry, after he'd calmed down a little he stopped and started sniffing, his eyes were red rimmed and his face streaked with tears.

Grissom looked at Brass and gave a small nod. Brass stepped forward with his arm towards Dan signalling for him to follow him, Dan stood up and followed Brass out of the room. Now he and Sara were alone Grissom turned towards her and said

"you looked distracted, what's up?"

Sara looked at him, her face full of thought as though she was considering how to answer the question, and replied

"his voice, all their voices, I recognise them, but I don't know why or where from"

Grissom just stared at her, not sure of what to say. All of a sudden they heard shouting outside the room. They jumped up and hurried out, they exited the room and saw Brass holding Dan back as he shouted at Chris, the others from the group looked shocked. Dan kept shouting

"it's your fault! It's your fault! You're the one who didn't want to wait for them!" he was struggling with Brass trying to pull away and get at Chris.

After a short time he stopped pulling and Brass loosened his grip but didn't let go. Abby walked over to Dan and laid a hand on his arm.

"It's not his fault Dan, it's nobody's fault we didn't know any better. None of us did" she said calmingly.

At this Brass let go of Dan and he just walked over to the chairs and sat down. He stared at the floor unblinking for a while before he said

"sorry. I'm sorry. I'm just so…."

He started and clenched his fists as if he was going to hit someone, but then he stopped and sighed. Abby walked over to him and sat down next to him

"I know. We all feel the same".

Brass turned and looked at Grissom and Sara, Grissom gave him a nod letting him know that they could go. Brass walked to the front of the group to lead them out, they all walked away down the corridor and round to reception as Grissom and Sara walked back round to his office.

"So" he said taking the seat behind his desk. He looked up at Sara who was still stood.

"What do we know?"

Sara stared at a space on the desk and was quiet for a moment before she answered

"well, all of their stories were the same, it's an indication that they weren't lying" Grissom nodded in agreement. There was a knock on the door and Grissom looked towards it and saw Brass.

"The boxer guy said he's remembered something else".

Grissom walked back round to reception, expecting Sara to follow, which she didn't. He walked into reception and saw Dan stood up near the desk. When he saw Grissom walking towards him he walked over to him. He didn't wait for anything this time and jumped straight into it

"I remember that while we were walking along these two guys came running through us, seriously fast and pushing people out the way, they pushed through us. But I think they might have hit someone behind us"

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, I heard this sound of someone like, err, shouting ouch, like they fell or sum thin but I didn't think anything off it at the time"

Grissom looked at him as he said this and then he said

"do you remember what they looked like? Could you describe them to a sketch artist?"

Dan not missing a beat replied instantly

"yeah, definitely" Grissom turned to Brass and said

"can you set that up?" but Brass already had his phone out.

Grissom walked back to his office going over the new information that he had just received. He turned into his office, setting the fish off, and looked at Sara who was still stood where he had left her, she didn't look up when the fish started serenading.

"We've just received new information on the kidnappers" he said walking past her to sit in the chair again and filled her in. After he told her the news she nodded.

"So" she began recapping what they had learned, this made Grissom smile, he'd taught her well.

"So, we know that they all have the same story, implying that they aren't making this up. And know with this new information" she left it hanging.

"We need to get the footage from cameras that are around the casino" she said suddenly.

She turned to walk out of the door, and stopped mid step.

"What?" Grissom asked as she turned on her heels, her eyes and face full of realisation

"I know where I've heard their voices before" she said

"I remember" he looked at her waiting for her to continue

"I saw them in the café this morning".

III

Grissom and Sara walked along through the crowded casino floor. They were on their way up to the security office to retrieve the video tapes from the CCTV cameras that covered the entrances to the building, hoping that they may hold evidence that could aid their investigation.

They walked into the elevator and Grissom pressed the button for the fourth floor while Sara stood at the back of the elevator watching him. He stepped back next to her and she said

"so, what are we hoping to get from the cameras?"

"Evidence that the cameras may have witnessed" he told her, looking at her as he spoke.

She started to nod and then the lift pinged and the doors opened. They walked out into the corridor, Sara in front and Grissom following behind her, she took a few steps into the corridor and glanced to the left and then to the right, all she could see on both sides was a long corridor with cameras at the very end.

"This way" Grissom said as he pointed to the right.

Sara stepped aside to let him pass. They were walking side by side down the corridor when all of a sudden one of the doors flew open and banged as it hit the wall. Someone came sprinting out of the room and ran straight into Sara.

She fell and hit her head on the wall as the person struck her, the person also falling to the floor. Sara laid on the floor dazed and winded for what seemed like an age, the body of the other person pushing on her chest and stomach.

Then the person on top of her rolled to the side and tried to stand, stumbling. Grissom, in shock stood watching. He tried to grab the unknown person as they tried to run but he missed. Two security guards, one male and one female, came dashing from the open door and almost ran straight into him.

He was now bent down next to Sara as she was struggling to breath, the male officer carried on running for the crook as the female officer stopped. She looked at Sara and then spoke breathlessly to Grissom

"sorry about that" she was gasping slightly.

Grissom pulled Sara up and she sat against the wall panting and gasping for air, holding her head.

"No problem". Grissom said not looking up.

He was giving Sara his full attention as she continued to gasp

"are you alright?" he asked concern in his voice.

She sat with her back against the wall trying to sit as straight as possible so she could breath more easily, her stomach and chest ached with every breath she tried to take and her head throbbed and felt warm under her hand

"err"

She couldn't think properly to answer the question. She looked straight into his face as she tried to blink the burning from behind her eyes

"err, yeah" she managed breathlessly.

Grissom pulled his I.D necklace from under his jacket and showed the guard

"can we get some ice for her. And a first aid kit please?"

"Yeah. Sure." she said as she turned on her heel and went into the nearest room to fetch the ice and first aid kit.

Grissom looked back at Sara who was still gasping, but slower now, as she was finding breathing easier. But her head wasn't any better.

"Let me see" Grissom said gently and pulled her hand away from her head gently.

Blood trickled down the side of her face. He looked worried as he placed his hand on her wound. The guard came back out of the room carrying an ice pack and the first aid kit. He took them from her, thanked her and held the ice pack just under the wound on Sara's head as he put the first aid kit on the floor next to him. He stood and held her arm

"we should get you inside. Can you stand?" she tried to stand as he held her arm and the guard walked around and helped with the other side.

"Ah, yeah, ah, I think so" she said as she winced as she tried to stand, Grissom tightened his grip on her arm and pulled her up. When she was standing the guard let go of her arm and they followed her. Grissom again loosened his grip she took a step and stumbled and he quickly grabbed her arm

"you alright?" She blinked quickly and tried to blink fuzziness and dizziness that had quickly engulphed her head and vision away.

"Yeah" she stumbled again.

"No, you're not" Grissom said as he put an arm around her back to steady her.

Once she had regained her balance she tried to take another step and her legs gave way a little causing her to stumble again and he grabbed her arm looking at her, disbelief and concern registered on his face

"Okay" she said "maybe I'm not, I'm a little dizzy".

He walked her down through the still open door that was the security office and sat her down on one of the chairs. He went back and got the first aid kit. He opened the lid and took a cloth out and wiped the blood from the side of her face and wiped his hands.

"Can we see your tapes for the entrances from two days ago?" Grissom said to the officer, who was standing and watching Grissom carefully wipe Sara's face. The name tag read Maggie Doyle.

"Yeah" she said as she went over to one of the cabinets that filled the room and started to shuffle through a pile of papers, when she'd found the one she was looking for she ran her finger down the page and tapped when she found the information she was looking for.

She stood and walked over to one of the shelves that lined the walls in the small office and looked at the boxes, she stopped and took one of the boxes off the shelf. The second guard came into the room and looked at Grissom and Sara and then to his colleague, his name tag read 'Steve Walker'

"they got away". Grissom looked at him but didn't really care as he was more concerned about Sara.

After a couple of minutes rummaging through the box Maggie said

"ah ha" as she pulled out six tapes from the box in front of her.

Both Grissom and Sara looked at her, as well as the other officer who was now sat on a chair next to Sara.

"Could we take these back to the lab with us. please?" Grissom asked. Maggie thought for a second and then said

"just let me make a copy of them and the originals are yours"

"Thanks" he said.

Sara took a bandage from the first aid kit and tried to tie it around her head. Grissom noticing that she was struggling said

"here let me help" as he took the bandage from her hand,

"Thanks" she said as she gazed into his eyes. Grissom saw this from the corner of his eye but pretended not to notice.

Maggie came back in the room and said

"here you go" as she handed the tapes to Grissom. He thanked her and then finished tying the bandage round Sara's head.