A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews, I'm so grateful! This chapter is a team piece as the guy's head to Amanda's house to try and find out what the hell is going on.

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Chapter 9: House Of Hell

Nick and I had gone to the lab in order to get as much help as possible. Catherine and Sara immediately dropped the case they were working on to help. Although currently all people were doing was telling me to calm down.

"Calm down" I said in a frustrated tone as Catherine stood in front of me rubbing my shoulders "Calm down, my four week old son is missing and you're telling me to calm down. I want you to get a freakin' helicopter up in the air if that's what it takes to find him!"

"Yes. Look Greg you're not going to be much help if you get yourself worked up, you need to keep a clear head, for Oscar's sake. We have plenty of people out there searching for him and his pictures out there if people see him" Catherine said softly, she was being very patient with me and hadn't even raised her voice once.

I let out a huff of air and run my fingers through my hair "Ok, yeah you're right I'm sorry. I just…if something happens to him…"

"It won't" Catherine said seriously looking into my eyes.

"Hey guys!" Nick called running up to us "I got Amanda's address off the database; I think its best we start there"

"Right, Sara!" Catherine called and Sara popped her head out of the AV lab as she'd been studying some security camera footage. "Come on we're going to this psychos house, all hands on deck" Catherine instructed and all four of us headed down to the parking garage.

"Ok, Sara and Greg you take upstairs, Nick and I will look downstairs" Catherine instructed as soon as we reached the empty house and we all disbursed.

Sara hadn't said much to me since I told her Oscar had been kidnapped. I don't think she quite knows what to say, which is upsetting because I can usually always rely on Sara to say the right thing but something is different this time, it's more serious. Once up the stair I walk down the left of the hall and Sara walks down the right.

"Erm Greg…" Sara calls nervously just moments later "I think you should see this…"

I cautiously make my way over to her pretty sure that I didn't want to see whatever it was. Sara is stood outside a door. She points to a sign on the door. It simply reads: Oscar. Sara and I exchange a worried look before she timidly uses one hand to push the door open. We stand in the doorway as the door creeks open to reveal a babies nursery.

Sara goes in first whilst I remain in the doorway in deep shock. This room, it has a fancy crib in the middle with a mobile hanging above. There are stuffed animals and various other toys all over the place. There is a bouncer hanging from the ceiling and small clothes neatly folded into baskets. There are story books and pictures on the lightly blue painted walls. This is the room Amanda had intended for her son Sammy to grow up in and now she wanted it to be Oscars.

"Sick bitch!" Sara suddenly exclaims and I look at her shocked, I don't think I've ever heard her say something like that before. "Sorry…" she says sheepishly "but take a look at this" she hands me a photo album she found in the draws she was searching.

I open the first page and it's a picture of Oscar awake and smiling up at the person taking the photo. I frown deeply and turn the next page; it's a picture of Amanda holding Oscar as he sleeps in her arms. I turn the pages faster and faster. All the pictures have Oscar in them, some with Amanda and some with the man we saw put Oscar in the car, who we have now established to be the husband. I slam the album shut filled with rage and put it back in the draw. I notice a teddy bear on top which I pick up.

"This is Oscar's" I say looking at the bear "my parents sent it for him; it used to be mine when I was a kid. She must have taken it…"

"Greg, I'm so sorry" Sara says rubbing my back gently but then I saw her eyes narrow in anger. "But we're going to find these people and they're going to be put away for a long time."

"I know we will" I say and I mean it because I know that my friends are the best damn criminalists in North America and if anyone could get Oscar back, they can.

"Come on" Sara said gently coaxing me out the room "let's go see if Catherine and Nick found anything."

We head downstairs and find Catherine rummaging around the cabinet in the bathroom "I got anti-depressants and sleeping pills" she says shaking the bottles "surprise, surprise they're prescribed to Amanda" she says reading the bottles.

"Greg and I found a room upstairs with Oscar's name on it, it's a baby's bedroom we think used by Amanda's son Sammy but now she wants to use it for Oscar." Sara explained and Catherine's jaw dropped slightly.

"This is just twisted" she says putting the bottles of pills in her vest pocket.

"You guys!" We suddenly hear Nick call and the three of us follow his voice to find him in the living room studying various documents.

"Medical report from Amanda's doctor" he says handing a piece of paper to Catherine "Social services report" he says handing it to Sara "and Sammy's death certificate" he says handing it to me.

Catherine reads hers first "Mrs Lawson has shown signs of high anxiety due to the recent death of her son. She has attacked several members of staff demanding the return of her child and she won't accept the fact that he is deceased. I am prescribing Mrs Lawson with some mild sleeping pills which she should take to calm herself down during hysterical out bursts. I am also prescribing anti-depressants as Mrs Lawson has already threatened to commit suicide." We all stay in a shocked silence for a moment, then Sara reads to social services report.

"Social services were called to this establishment by a concerned neighbour on March twenty third, two thousand and three…"

"That's Sammy's death date" I add in looking at the certificate, Sara continues to cautiously read.

"When we entered the house we found Mrs Lawson at the top of the stairs stood over her nine year old son Tyler with her hand raised. The child already had several visible bruises. She was yelling something at him whilst her husband tried to hold her back. We immediately took Tyler into care and wanted to take her younger son Sammy too but Mr Lawson insisted the baby was not there as he was at his Godmother. Tyler Lawson's grandparent's took Tyler under their care and became his legal guardians. Mrs Lawson was taken to court for child abuse but was let go as she was ruled not of sound mind…"

Nick and I both scoffed in disbelief, the amount of guilty murderers we have heard use that lame excuse and get away with it was just unbelievable. People like that needed to be put behind bars before their insanity hurt someone else. Nick went back to draws he'd been looking through and dug out some more papers.

"More medical forms" he informed us "but these are for Tyler Lawson" he said with a frown and then his eyes widened "Tyler Lawson is in a wheel chair"

"When they found Sammy they said he was in his crib..." I begin "If Tyler was in a wheel chair there's no way he could have reached in there to pick Sammy up and shake him. First of all the crib would have been too deep and Tyler wouldn't have been able to bend over and pick him up. Secondly if Tyler had spent all his life in a wheel chair I very much doubt that he would have had the upper body strength to pick Sammy up, let alone shake him"

"So…" Catherine says pondering this for a moment. "Let's say Sammy was crying… Amanda comes in feeds him, changes him, he doesn't stop…"

"She takes Sammy out of his crib and cradles him slightly …" Sara continues "he still doesn't stop, not knowing what else to do she gets mad…"

"So she shakes him" Nick says in horror.

"That's when Tyler comes in and sees what's happening, his mom shaking the baby and the baby is no longer moving. Amanda realises Tyler is watching and turns on him. Hitting him and threatening him, telling him not to tell anyone…" I continued.

"Mr Lawson comes home and tries to restrain his wife. Social services are called; they come and take Tyler away. Mr Lawson lies and says Sammy it with his godmother even though he's actually dead in the bedroom…." Sara states.

"When everyone leaves Amanda and her husband come up with the plot to frame Tyler. They figure because he's under age and in a wheel chair the courts will take pity on him and not give a serious sentence." Catherine concludes.

"This is seriously messed up" Nick grimaced.

"Understatement of the century" Sara sighs.

"Guys we've got to find them and fast" I say feeling the tears in my eyes "what if she loses it with Oscar, what if she shakes him too…she's going to kill my son"

"Not going to happen" Nick says in a determined tone and Sara starts to rub my back again.

I just feel so lost and useless. My baby is out there somewhere with complete maniacs and I don't even know if he's ok. I just want to hold him tight and not ever let him out of my sight again. I want to see him crawl, walk, say his first word. I want to take him to his first day at school, teach him how to ride a bike, meet his first girlfriend and watch him develop a family of his own. I am determined that all that stuff will happen, because I will do anything for him and put his life before my won if that's what it takes.

"There has got to be some clue around here as to where they're taking Oscar…" Catherine said scanning the area… "Let's split up again" she suggested and we each took separate rooms.

I headed back upstairs and went into Amanda and her husband's bedroom. If I'm honest I felt like smashing the place up as I start to boil over in rage, but I know even though this is my son we're talking about I have to stay calm and professional.

I walk over to the dresser which has pictures on it. In one picture is all four of the Lawson's and they are stood in front of what looks like an old farm house, they are stood in front of the same house in the next picture and the next.

"Hey Nick…" I call as he is just across the hall "take a look at these…I say indicating to the pictures as he enters the room. "All of them taken outside the same house, they must visit there a lot…"

Nick squinted at the pictures and then went wide eyed in shock "I've been there before!" He exclaimed "It was one of my first ever solo cases… an old ranch out near the desert. There was a robbery there, I would recognise that tractor anywhere" he said pointing to the tractor beside the house "I remember spending ages admiring it and thinking how cool it was".

"Do you remember who owned the place?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah it was a couple by the name of Grayson…" Nick said.

My eyes lit up at the sound of this. I ran from the room and back down the stairs, Nick right behind me. I pick up the medical forms which both the child's parents had signed.

"Grayson Is Amanda's maiden name!" I exclaim reading her signature "her parents must have owned that ranch and they often went there to visit! Do you think you could get us there?" I ask Nick hopefully.

"Definitely" he says nodding his head and starts to radio in directions for some cops to meet us there.

"Catherine, Sara!" I call and they both come running "we got a possible location, Amanda's parent's ranch in the desert"

"Alright, let's go" Catherine says and we all leave the house in a hurry and get into the cars.