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Nick gave his blood sample to Wendy and went into the conference room. Catherine was sitting at the table with files spread in front of her.
"I've been going over your old case files," she stated. "Grissom told me what's going on, and I want to help."
Nick sat down across the table from her. "Thanks."
She put her hand on his arm. "We'll find her Nick. We found you and we had the same amount to go on."
He shook his head. "Yeah, I know. So, what did you find?"
"Well, you've pissed off a lot of people. But everyone is still in prison. I have narrowed it down to those who have close male relatives. And still look at the pile."
"We found Chelsea's dog at the scene and she had blood around her mouth. I'm assuming it's from the kidnapper; that dog would protect Chelsea no matter what. Warrick found some tire tracks; he photographed them and should be bringing them in soon. Other than that we don't have much."
"Nick, there's some people here to see you. They said they're Chelsea's parents," he turned to see the receptionist standing in the doorway.
"Thanks," he replied then stood up.
"You want me to come with you?"
"No, I'll be ok. God, this is a bad way to meet your girlfriend's parents for the first time." He walked out of the room and down the hall. Chelsea's mom and dad were sitting in the chairs beside the front desk. "Mr. and Mrs. Price, I'm Nick Stokes." He held his hand out to them as he introduced himself.
"It's nice to meet you, we've heard a lot about you," her dad replied.
"Chelsea talks about you every time we talk," her mom added. She had clearly been crying.
"Do you have any idea what happened to Chelsea?"
"I'm doing my best, sir. I have some other CSIs helping me as well."
"Is there anything we can do?"
"At this point I'm almost running out of things I can do. I have to tell you: I'm sure this had everything to do with me and nothing to do with Chelsea personally. I'm sorry."
"Listen, this isn't your fault. You, along with the rest of us, had no idea this would happen to her. We just want her back in one piece."
"I know, I do too."
Then Catherine walked up to them. "Nick, Wendy's got something."
Chelsea's parents followed Nick and Catherine down the hallway and to the DNA lab. "I tested the blood you brought and I didn't get a match in any database but I did get a similarity. Whoever took Chelsea is the son of Samuel Collins. He was convicted of raping and murdering three girls a couple years ago."
Nick flipped through the file. "I remember him. I worked this case with Greg. We tried more than once to convicted him and finally the last time he got sloppy. You said the guy who took Chelsea is his son?"
"That's the result I got."
"I'll get this to Brass and see what he can turn up on him." Nick turned to Chelsea's parents. "There's not much you can do here, if you want you can stay at my place."
"No, we'll get a hotel," her dad responded. "Here's my number, you call me if anything new comes up."
Nick took the card from him. "Will do, sir."
