Chapter 7
"I was told there was a witness. Where is she?" Grissom asked.
" It was Lindsey. " She said, as she looked back into space.
"Where is she? We have to talk to her." Grissom was standing now. He looked at Brass who was feeling completely helpless. He'd been on this side of the before. When Kimmy died, it had been Brass that had told them. "We have to find her, Jim. We have to."
"I know Gil, we're going to, we won't let them keep her, we'll get her back. Lindsey went over to Catherine."
"I need to be there, Jim. Can I talk to her? Maybe I can get something out of her." Grissom begged.
"I'm so sorry Gil, but you know you can't. " Brass knew this wouldn't go over well.
"What do you mean I can't? This is my daughter. This is Samantha, Jim. What if it were Ellie? What if all you could do was sit back and wait for someone else to find her?" His legs almost gave out on him then, but he made himself stand. He couldn't lose it now. Not now when Samantha needed him most. He'd find her. He had too.
"You know you can't go in there. You have a personal relationship with the victim." Brass hated putting it like that.
"She's not a victim. She IS MY DAUGHTER." Grissom punched the wall beside Jim's head.
Jim back up a bit.
" I know she is Gil, and I'm going to do my damnedest to get her back."
Grissom just glared at him. "You'd better find her, Jim. I'll take Las Vegas apart if you don't. Who could have done this to my daughter? She's never bothered anyone." He glanced at Sara. "I have to find her. Sara is going to lose it."
"We're going to find her Gil. "
The phone rang then. The trace team was already in place. They made Grissom wait for three rings before picking up.
"Hello." His voice was shaky.
" Hello Dr. Grissom, how are things going for you... are you missing anything? " The man smirked.
