Hey, guys. Here's another chapter for ya. This chapter switches between 3rd person and 1st person--Lindsays's POV.

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Chapter 4: Back with a Vengeance

Nick and Danny's Crime Scene

"I got ID," Nick said, opening the vic's wallet. "Her name's Lesley Majors."

That was the only thing said between the two the whole time they processed the scene. Nothing was said during the drive back to the crime lab, either.

"So, how's it going in New York?" Nick asked, trying to be civil to Danny, as they walked through the building to the break room.

"Fine," Danny answered curtly.

"What is up with you?" Nick asked, "I'm just trying to be civil to you and make conversation."

"Well forgive me, if I don't want to be civil or have a conversation with the person my wife's fucking," Danny said tersely.

As soon as Danny uttered those words, Nick's fist caught him square in the face. Danny stumbled back a couple steps, before launching himself at Nick. Danny and Nick were on the floor rumbling in a couple of seconds.

Hearing all the commotion, Catherine and Stella looked out into the hall. They saw the brawl and immediately ran to it.

"Danny, STOP!" Stella shouted.

"Nick, get off him," Catherine demanded.

Warrick, having just come in from the crime scene with Grissom, pulled Nick off Danny. Warrick held him back, while Stella and Catherine did the same with Danny.

"Even if I was, I'd have the sense not to cheat on her. And remember, she's you're ex-wife," Nick said before jerking away from Warrick and heading down the hall.

Morgue

Nick had aimlessly walked himself to the morgue. He saw Sara already there, with seven drawers open in front of her, looking at the victims' bodies.

"Hey," Nick said, and saw Sara jump in surprise, "sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"I wasn't scared," Sara said.

"Sure," Nick said, "so what are you doing down here?"

"I could ask you the same."

"You could," Nick said, "but I won't answer until you do."

"It doesn't matter, I was about to go look for you."

"Why?"

"Come here," Sara said.

"Okay," Nick said before walking over to stand next to Sara.

"What do you see?"

"I see seven dead female bodies," Nick answered.

"Look closer," Sara said.

"Sara, I don't see anything," Nick said annoyed.

"Okay, here's a better question: who do most of them resemble?"

"Sara, I don't-," Nick stopped. "Lindsay." Nick realized.

"Now, look at all their tags," Sara instructed Nick.

"What am I looking for?" Nick asked.

"Just read them," Sara said.

"After a few seconds, Nick looked to Sara. "Where's Lindsay now?"

"I don't know, I came straight down here and she was headed for the break room," Sara said.

"I'm gonna call her cell," Nick said pulling out his cell phone. After a few seconds of not getting an answer, he took off, Sara right beside him.

"I guess she didn't answer, huh?" Sara said.

"No, she didn't," Nick said.

The two of them ran until the got to the lab. They saw only Greg.

"Have you seen Lindsay?" Nick asked Greg.

"Last I saw, she was talking to Catherine and Stella in the break room.

"Thanks," Sara said before she and Nick headed to the break room.

"Where's Lindsay?" Sara asked Catherine and Stella.

"She said she was going to take a breather outside. Why?" Stella asked.

"We think she might be in trouble," Nick said.

"What do you mean?" Catherine asked.

"We'll explain later, we have to find Lindsay now," Nick said heading for the building doors, with the girls following.

When Nick got outside he saw Danny.

"Have you seen Lindsay?" Nick asked.

"Not since before we left for the scene," Danny said, as the girls now came outside. "Hey, man, I just want to say I'm sorry for earlier. I just lost my head."

"Yeah, me too. It's already forgotten, man," Nick said, looking around the parking lot and spotting Lindsay's Denali. "Her car's still here," he said aloud.

"What?" Danny asked the girls, since Nick had sprinted off towards the Denali.

"We think Lindsay may be in trouble," Sara told him. She was about to say something else when Nick's voice cut her off.

"I've got blood!" Nick shouted to the group.

"Start processing, I'll go tell Grissom," Catherine let them all know.

The four remaining CSIs started processing the new crime. While Catherine left to get Grissom.

Catherine ran to Grissom's office, thankfully she didn't have to go searching for him.

"We got a big problem," Catherine said.

"What?" Grissom asked not looking up from the paper he was signing.

"Lindsay's been taken by our killer," Catherine said, "right from the parking lot, by her car. Nick, Sara, Danny, and Stella are processing right now."

"Good. Tell me what you know about this guy."

"We know he signs his work KTB, for kidnap, torture, and bury, 'bury' being bury alive. I think he was following Lindsay, she said that she had a case exactly like this in both Montana and New York," Catherine said after taking a seat in front of Grissom's desk.

"Anything else?"

"I think Nick and Sara also found some evidence that this guy was most likely after Lindsay."

"Okay. I'll call Brass. Can you round the team up for a meeting in the break room?"

"Okay."

Parking Lot

"I got her keys," Danny said reaching his hand under the Denali.

"Danny, maybe you should go, you know, go see Emma," Stella said.

"I can't, I have to stay and help find Lindsay."

"Danny, go," Stella said. "There's not much else here to process."

"Stella's right you should go see Emma," Nick said.

Danny was about to say something more when Catherine came out.

"Hey, guys, when you're done processing, meet in the break room."

"Okay, Cath, we're almost done, we'll be there in two minutes," Nick said.

"I'll go see Emma after the meeting," Danny promised Stella.

5 Minutes Later—Break Room

"Okay, as you all should know by now, Lindsay's been kidnapped by our newest serial killer. We know that his signature is KTB, which stands for kidnap, torture, and bury alive. Do you know how long we have to find her?"

"No, but based on the bruising and scarring of the signature, we thought he made the first two letters, K and T, after he accomplished his goal, and the third letter, B, right before her buried them," Stella said. "We also founds out that there were about 2-3 days before he moved to the next step."

"Okay, so we have six to nine days to find her," Nick said.

"Let's try to do it in four, at the most," Danny said.

"Did you find anything in the parking lot?" Grissom asked.

"Just some of, most likely, Lindsay's blood and her keys. Nothing useful."

"So we're working with nothing as of now," Grissom said disappointed. "This is the only case tonight and until we find her, do you understand?"

Everyone nodded, even though that didn't have to be said, there was no way any of them would even think of working another case when any of them was in danger.

"You should go now, Danny," Stella told him.

"Okay, fine," he said, before leaving the break room.

"He's going to see Emma," Stella said answering Grissom's questioning gaze.

"Oh," he said, "Sara, I need you in the lab processing all the new evidence."

"I can help with that," Stella offered.

"Great. Nick, I heard you and Sara had already suspected Lindsay's life was in danger, why?"

"We were looking at the bodies, and noticed that all the women killed resembled Lindsay in some way, we also found that all of the victims' names had the same initials as Lindsay, LM."

"Okay. Nick, I want you with Cath looking into anyone from Lindsay's past that might want revenge."

"We're on it," Nick said before leaving the room with Catherine.

"Warrick, you're with me, we're going to go over every piece of evidence." After that was said, everyone who was left in the room walked out to do their tasks.

I feel like I just got hit by an eighteen-wheeler. I try to stand, but I can't, I'm tied down to a chair. Where am I? How did I get here? It all comes flooding back with that question. The case, the crime scene, the victims. The attack.

I heard what sounded like a door crack open, then footsteps, coming closer and closer. Then the person was so close that I could feel his breath on my neck. "You're finally awake," he said.

"What do you want with me?" I asked him, putting up a brave front.

"I think you know."

"I don't, so tell me."

"I simply want you to pay for what you did to me."

"I don't even know who you are, let alone what I did."

"Think about it, Lindsay."

"Why don't you just tell me who you are?"

"You were sixteen, summertime. You know you remember," he said in a menacing voice.

"No! No, I don't know what you're talking about," I said trying to forget.

I heard him walk past me and grab my right wrist from the binds. I have no idea what he was doing but the pain was excruciating, but I didn't want to let him hear me cry out in pain.

"Tell me," he said when he was finished doing whatever he was doing, "how did it feel processing my work, and then not catching me?"

"You're KTB."

"The one and only."

"Why did you pick the victims the way you did?"

"Whenever I looked at them they reminded me of my girl. And they were just practice for the real thing," he said stroking my cheek. I pulled away from his touch.

"And the names?"

"All a way to stay in touch with you."

"Who are you?"

"Lindsay, you already know the answer to your questions. Just think. I'll be right back."

I tried to shake the blindfold off of my head, but it was tied to tight. I heard him come back into the room. He came around the back of the chair and snatched the blindfold from my face.

I look up just as he comes around the chair. He's smart, he's wearing a mask. He moves behind a camera.

"What's that for?"

"Just a little gift to all you friends." He turns the camera on and adjusts it to view Lindsay tied in the chair, and zooms in.

There's nothing," Archie said after doing a background check on Lindsay. "Not a thing before she was eighteen."

"How is that possible?" Catherine asked Nick.

"I'm gonna ask Stella, maybe she knows." Nick said leaving the room.

"Hey, there's a package for you at the front desk," one of the receptionists told him.

"Okay, thanks," Nick said heading for the front desk when he saw Stella. "Hey, Stella."

"Hey, Nick. Did you get anything?"

"No, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, can you take a break?"

"Uh…Sara, are you good for a while?"

"Yeah, sure, go," Sara said.

"Do you know anything about Lindsay's past?" Nick asked Stella, as they walked toward the front desk.

"Not really, she didn't like to talk abut it. Why?"

"Because we can't find anything on Lindsay before she was eighteen." When they reached the front desk, "there's a package for me."

"Oh, yes, the woman behind the desk said and put the package on the counter.

Nick read the box before he said, "can you get me some gloves?"

"What is it? Stella asked seeing Nick put on the gloves.

"Something to do with Lindsay," Nick said before opening the box to find a USB device. "Can you page all of graveyard and tell them to meet me in the A/V lab. Thanks."

"This might take a while, so I'm just gonna make a phone call," he said as he opened his phone. "Who do you think I should call? Nick or Danny?" I don't say anything. "Choose now, or I call Emma and I tell her all about her mommy."

"NO, don't call Emma. Call Danny." I whisper.

"Who?" he says tauntingly.

"I said, call Danny."

"Good," he said and called Danny's cell phone.

"Lindsay, where are you, all of graveyard's searching for you," Danny said after seeing Lindsay's name on the display and answering.

"Sorry, this isn't Lindsay," he said.

"Who is this, what's going on? If you hurt her, I will hunt you down and-,"

"So protective of someone who left you, yet you have no idea who she really is."

"What are you talking about, I know Lindsay."

"Really. What do you know about her past?" he asked. Danny was silent on the other end. "That's what I thought. How's Emma, by the way?"

"What do you want with Lindsay?"

"I just want her to pay for what she did?"

"What did she do?"

"Ah, she's gonna tell you that herself."

"Then put her on the phone so she can tell me."

"No. Go to the lab," he said and then hung up.

"Shit!" Danny said when he heard the click.

"Daddy, was that Mommy?" Emma asked him coming into the kitchen.

"No, baby. Where's Lindsey?"

"In the living room."

"Okay," Danny said, picking Emma up and going into the living room. "Lindsey, can you call a cab for us, we're going to the lab."

"Okay."

"Thanks. Emma, go put your shoes on, okay?" Emma left to put on her shoes.

Danny called Stella back at the lab, "Stel, he just called me."

"What?"

"He called me, and told me that I didn't know Montana as well as I thought. Then, he mentioned Emma."

"Montana, huh?"

"Yeah, Lindsay."

"You're back to calling her Montana."

"Don't get on me about that, okay. Anyway, he told me to go to the lab. What's going on there?"

"We got a package addressed to Nick about Lindsay."

"What was it?"

"A USB device."

"What's on it?"

"We don't know yet, we're waiting for everyone to come."

"Wait for me, okay. I'm on my way," Danny said as he got into the cab with the girls.

20 Minutes Later

"Everyone's here, let's see what we got," Nick said, and Archie plugged in the device.

A screen that showed Lindsay tied to a chair came up. Then a man walked into sight and stood next to Lindsay, stroking her hair. "Tell them, Lindsay," he said.

"Tell them what?" Lindsay said on the computer screen. Her voice had a lost quality to it.

"Tell them what you did," he shouted at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Lindsay said stubbornly.

"Tell them," he said putting a knife to her throat, "or I'll kill you right here."

"No, you wouldn't." She looked up at him.

"Tell them now," he said.

"I can't," Lindsay said, before a fist came in contact with her face. Everyone in the lab looked away for a brief moment.

"Forget telling them, I'll make sure they find out another way." He put away the knife and bent down to her ear. "Maybe I'll have Emma tell them or better yet follow in Dad's footsteps with Emma."

"No!" They heard Lindsay shout. "What did you wand me to tell them."

"Let's start with your name."

"Lindsay Monroe."

"Stop playing games, Lindsay. Tell them your real name."

"Lindsay Marksman."

"And a fine marksman you turned out to be, huh?"

"Now, tell them what you did."

"I…I killed someone."

"No, start from the very beginning."

"Why?"

"Tell the whole story. I want you to feel the same pain I felt."

"You didn't feel any, Colby, I felt it all."

"You finally figured it out. Took you long enough. But now I have to speed up the process even more. And I did feel pain, you killed my brother."

"Travis is not dead!" Lindsay shouted at Colby.

"It doesn't matter now. Tell them what you did, and start from the very beginning."

"When I was sixteen, I went to Travis' house looking for him, he was my best friend. When I got there Travis wasn't there, but his father was," Lindsay said, tears cascading down her cheek. "He raped me. When he was done he went to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich." Lindsay chuckled wryly at the prospect of just having raped someone and then going to make yourself a sandwich. "When he was gone, I got up and found the gun that I knew they kept under the bed in a case. I went into the kitchen and shot him and I couldn't stop. By the time I did he was already on the floor, in a pool of his own blood. First, I called the police, and then, I called Travis, he was there in five minutes and stayed with me until the police came.

"A few weeks later he took me to his grandparents' house, they left to him, and we stayed there until I was 18, when I changed my name. I went to college in California and went back to Montana when I took the CSI job." Lindsay finished, her eyes red and her face swollen, probably from both crying and the punch to the face.

Just then, Colby grabbed the chair Lindsay was sitting in and turned it around. He grabbed her right wrist and showed the K to the camera before he took out a box cutter and carved a T on Lindsay's wrist. Everyone in the room heard Lindsay's screams of pain.

Colby stood and walked over to the camera when he was finished marking Lindsay. His masked face stood in front of the camera for a moment before he bent down to the lens. "You have three hours before I follow-through with the next step." The screen went black after that statement.

Everyone just stood there for a moment, numb from the information that they had heard straight from their friend's mouth. They saw the pain in her face as she relived that day in her past that she had tried so hard to bury.

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