Chapter 6
The news had just reached Grissom's ears and now, his anxiety was at an all time max. The only two people left were himself and the one person he truly loved; Sara. How would he deal if they took her? It was not going to be an easy task. Slowly and mournfully, Grissom walked out of his office and into the break-room, where he saw the beautiful brunette laying her head down on the table. "Sara?"
When she looked up, Grissom could see tears streaming from her captivating brown eyes. "I don't know why I didn't wake up," she muttered.
"Aw honey, don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault," Grissom tried to comfort.
But Sara just went into another fit of weeping while Grissom came up to her and held her close. "It's going to be alright, Sara. We'll get them back."
Grissom could feel Sara's head nodding on his chest. While Grissom was busy comforting her, Brass walked into the room. "Grissom, I think we may have a lead on the case."
"What is it?" asked Grissom as Sara sat up and wiped away another tear.
"Catherine's next door neighbor said that he saw a black van racing down the road around the time that Catherine went missing. They didn't get a license plate number, though."
"Thanks Jim."
Brass nodded at the two and walked away. "Sara, do you think you can handle coming to Catherine's house with me and help process the scene?" asked Grissom.
"If it helps them, then yes."
Grissom smiled at Sara and walked with her out of the break-room and towards Catherine's house.
Warrick had been sitting up against a wall when suddenly, the door to his cell opened up and Catherine's lifeless form came rolling in. "Catherine!"
Warrick rushed up to her and placed his hands against her neck, feeling for a pulse. As soon as he felt the steady beat against his fingers, Warrick heaved a sigh of relief. She was alive and well. If only she was awake would he feel more comfortable. Then Warrick remembered when Catherine was looking over Lindsey when she was sick that she would whisper comforting words to the young girl. Following Catherine's actions, Warrick began. "Cath, are you okay?"
Catherine didn't show any signs of movement. "Oh come on Catherine, you know I hate it when you ignore me."
Still, Catherine didn't move. Warrick shook his head and propped Catherine's golden head onto his lap. "Everything's gonna be okay, Cath. I promise."
As Warrick stroked Catherine's flowing blonde hair, Catherine began to show signs of life. "Catherine?"
Slowly, Catherine opened her blue eyes and looked up into the brown eyes of Warrick Brown. "Warrick? Am I in heaven?"
"Far from it. You feeling better?"
"A little. Where are we?"
"I have no idea. How's your head? Do you feel woozy or…?"
"Warrick! I'm fine, honest. You're giving me a headache just from all those questions," laughed Catherine.
Warrick smiled and allowed Catherine to sit up and examine the room. "Guess we're kinda stuck here for a while, huh?"
Warrick nodded as Catherine continued to scan the room. "Where's Nick and Greg?"
"I don't know. I think they may be keeping them in a separate room."
Warrick could see the worry in Catherine's eyes. Catherine treated those two as her own sons and her mother's-intuition was beginning to kick in. "I wouldn't worry about them, though. I'm sure they're just fine."
"I hope you're right, 'Rick."
In fact, they were just fine. Nigel Crane hadn't come in since he punched Greg, which made them feel relieved, and yet worried. What was Nigel Crane and Kay Marquette planning for those two? Just outside the door, the evil villains gathered for their next and final kidnapping. "What do you say, time for the ultimate heist?" asked Carl.
"Depends on what you classify 'ultimate heist' as," replied Kay as she filed her already long fingernails from a file she had stolen at Catherine's house.
"You'll see soon enough," replied Carl as he let out an evil smirk that even filled all of their hearts with fear.
When Grissom and Sara had arrived at the scene, police officers and detectives guarded the house with their lives. They weren't going to let the last two CSIs go missing from a crime scene…and also, the Undersheriff would have their heads if he found out that there were no officers at the scene. Brass walked up to Grissom and Sara. "You sure you guys want to go in there?"
"Of course we do. It's like asking us if we don't want to do our jobs," replied Grissom.
"Alright. If you guys get into trouble, just call out and I'll be in there in no time."
"Thanks Brass," replied Sara as the two investigators walked into the house. It was a total and complete mess. Papers were strewn across the floor. Furniture was overturned and glass was broken. It was the room from Hell. "I found Lindsey tied up in that chair over there," pointed out Brass.
Grissom walked up to the chair and sighed. "This should not have happened, Jim."
"That's what everyone says. We'll get the bastards, I promise you that."
When Brass walked out of the house, he saw that all the police officer vehicles were gone and every officer along with them. "What the hell?" said Brass as a bat was brought down on the back of Brass's skull, knocking him unconscious.
While Sara and Grissom processed the scene, they heard a loud THUD come from outside. "What was that?" asked Sara.
As Grissom stood up, the door to the house burst open and three large men came running in. "BRASS! GET IN HERE!" shouted Grissom, unaware that his friend was knocked out just a few feet away.
The men advanced and swung a bat, hitting Sara hard and causing her to fall to the floor unconscious. "SARA!"
As Grissom ran up next to Sara, the largest man came forward and through Grissom through the living room window. Grissom rolled on the soft lawn as the fiends grabbed the unconscious Sara and began to walk her out towards the van. Grissom weakly raised his head and watched as they piled into the van and drove away. Before Grissom lost consciousness, he was able to mutter, "…Sara…no…"
TBC…
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