Here is chapter ten, wow!

Catherine hung up the phone after talking to Simon, and rushed out of the lab. Sara gave her a ride to the lab so, she didn't have a car, but she knew she had to find a way to get to where Simon said. She ran to the road, careful to not be seen by anyone at the lab. She had to get out undetected. Her head was pounding, but adrenaline kept her moving. She knew she should tell somebody, and they could trace her, or she could wear a wire, but Simon told her not to. She didn't want him to be mad, and hurt Lindsey. She didn't know what he would do, or if she would really get her back, but she didn't think she had any other option. Once she made it to the street, she pulled out her phone. She dialed Simon's number, and heard three rings before he picked it up. "Simon. I don't know how you expect me to go anywhere without a car. Can we meet somewhere by the lab? ... No, this isn't a trick. ... Okay. Whatever I have to do, but you promise I'll get her back? ... Okay." She hung up the phone, and took a deep breath, then held her side as she remembered her fractured ribs were still healing. She walked over a couple blocks, constantly checking behind her to be sure no one from the lab had followed her out. Catherine finally arrived at the location Simon told her to go to, and she waited for him.

She only had to wait a couple minutes, and a car pulled up next to her. "Get in." The driver said.

She didn't recognize him, but she followed his orders knowing it was one of Simon's friends. She sat in the passenger seat, and was amazed at how much he trusted her, but she knew it was only because, if she tried anything, they would kill Lindsey. Plus, it's not like she was being kidnapped, she went willingly. Catherine went with him, and they took her to Simon.

At the lab, the team was busy looking at the surveillance footage from the house. They were trying to get a clear shot of the driver, and license plate. They were able to restore the image, and make the driver and license clear. Sara ran the license plate, and it came back stolen. Greg ran the driver through facial recognition, and he found a match. "Hey guys, the driver is, Kevin Grant he is in the system for DUI, but nothing other than that."

"Is there a current address?" Grissom asked.

"Yeah, uh right here."

"We got him." Warrick said, jumping up, and heading out of the door. "I'll let Catherine know." He said, and went to the break room where he had last seen her, but she wasn't there. "Hey, anyone know where Catherine is?" He asked, coming out of the break room.

Nobody knew, they all thought she was in the break room. They checked all around the lab, and outside, but she was nowhere to be found.

Catherine was paying close attention as to where they were, and what streets he was taking, but he didn't seem to be too worried about it. He took her to their house, and pulled up in the driveway. He let Catherine out, and walked with her up to the house. He made her hand over her gun before she got inside.

They walked in, and met up with the rest of the guys. Simon stood as soon as he saw them enter. "Nice job, Richard." He said, and walked over to Catherine. He stood in front of her, face to face.

"Where's Lindsey?" Catherine asked, but Simon wasn't listening.

He slapped her. "That was for all that you put me through, having to run from the police and all."

It sent a shooting pain through her head. The pain was massive due to her recent concussion. She brushed it off, not wanting to make him more upset.

She held her head, and said, "Simon. I already told you I'd do whatever you want me to, just let Lindsey go."

"Okay. I will, but on one condition, maybe, two."

"What?" She asked, knowing she would not like whatever he was about to say.

"You stay here, with me. But honestly, now you don't have a choice. So, to let Lindsey go, give me the name of your friend."

"What?"

"You know, that friend, the one Lindsey was on the phone with that one time at our house."

After Simon said that, she knew it was Sara he was talking about. "I don't know who you're talking about."

"Yeah you do. Quit lying!" He shouted.

She knew he was getting angry, and he would hit her if she didn't say anything soon, but she couldn't do that to Sara, she didn't know what he would do to her, nor did she want to know. "I don't know who it was. It was Lindsey on the phone, not me."

"Okay. Bring her in here." Simon said to the guys, and two of them, Richard and Kevin went to get Lindsey.

Lindsey was sitting in the basement, trying to get used to this place, and talking to the girls. The only girl she sort of knew was Isela, and she followed her while Isela showed her around. "So, like you're a minor so, you're gonna be chosen every night. Minors always go first. The perp comes walking in here, and they see a kid, they drop a crap ton of money, and take you for the night. Hell, I wish I was a minor, I'd get to eat every day. Usually though, the girls that eat, they sneak in food for the rest of us."

"Why can't they just give us all food, they have enough money, right?"

"We don't bring them the dough, they don't spend it on us. Plus, they think the reason you didn't get picked is because you're a flippin cow, you'll lose weight if you don't eat. And it makes us work harder at our job."

"So, when we get picked, what do we have to do? Like…"

"Honey, you ain't got nothing to worry about. They'll do all the work for you, just do whatever they tell you. Like I said, you're a minor."

"Okay." Lindsey said, but she was terrified. If she ever got to see her family and friends again, they would hate her, they wouldn't be able to look at her after they knew what happen. That was all she could think about. It terrified her.

Richard and Kevin barged into the basement, and all the girls rushed into the front room, and then the guys took Lindsey by the arm, and left. Lindsey shot Isela a terrified glance, and Isela shot one back. That wasn't how it usually worked, she knew something was wrong.

They brought Lindsey up to the kitchen, and she saw her mom standing there. "Mom."

"Don't get too excited sweetie." Simon said. "Your mom wasn't cooperating so, we need you to answer a simple question for me. Who were you talking to on the phone?"

"I don't know. What?"

He walked over to her, and stood in front of her. "Who were you talking to on the phone?" Simon asked again.

"When? I don't know." She said, scared to death, and unable to think clearly at that moment.

Simon smacked her clear across the face, and that infuriated Catherine. She ran, and tried to pull Simon away from her daughter, but the other guys pulled her away, and started hitting her until they were satisfied. She didn't know which hurt more, her ribs or her head. They were both equally killing her. She sat on the ground, and in too much pain to care. Simon turned his attention back to Lindsey, and asked her, "For the last time, what is her name? Who were you talking to that one night at our house?"

"Sara." Lindsey said out of fear, but regretting saying it as soon as she saw the smile spread across Simon's face.

"There you go, give me her information." Simon said, turning toward Catherine. "And I'll let her go."

"I can't do that to either one of them. Please, just take me, and let her go. You can do whatever you want to me."

"Give me Sara's information, if it checks out, I'll let Lindsey go."

Lindsey's eyes widened. "Mom, do it, trust me." Lindsey said, thinking she would be able to help if she was set free.

"You'll give her a ride back to the city?"

"I will." Simon said.

Catherine hesitantly wrote down what information Simon asked for, and two of the guys took off. Simon took Lindsey and Catherine down to the basement. He pushed Catherine down the stairs, and let Lindsey walk in after, and closed the door. "Mom!" Lindsey yelled. No one had come to greet them which, Lindsey thought was weird. She kneeled down by her mom who was not responding to her, and was lying at the bottom of the stairs. "Isela!" She yelled, it was the only name she remembered.

Isela came running in. "What? What the hell happen? Who the hell is she?"

"My mom. He pushed her down the stairs. She won't answer me. She just got out of the hospital, and now..." Lindsey started to panic.

"What's her name?"

"Catherine."

"Okay. Catherine. Can you hear me? Come on, now." Isela said, trying to get Catherine to respond.

Catherine winced in pain, but didn't respond in any other way.

"Lindsey, let's get her to a bed. Alright?"

"Okay." Lindsey said, and helped carry her to one of the mattresses in the other room. Once Catherine was set on the mattress, Lindsey sat beside her. "Mom. Mom, are you okay?"

"Lemme go get another girl, I think one of them was a nurse." Isela said, and walked out.

Warrick, Greg, and Grissom headed to the address of Kevin Grant. As soon as they arrived at the house, they knew the address was a fake. The house was old and run-down. There were dead plants in the front yard, and the house looked like no one had been in there for at least a couple years now. "Doesn't look like anyone has lived here for a while." Greg said when he saw the abandoned-looking building.

They walked inside with their guns drawn, and they found someone sleeping in one of the rooms. Warrick walked closer, thinking this man was dead, and it was possibly Kevin. As he approached, the guy jumped up, and put his hands up as soon as he saw the guns pointed at him. "Woah, woah, I-I just sleep here. I'll find somewhere else if you'd like. I-I'm sorry, I didn't think anybody lived here." The homeless man said, with wide eyes.

The house was a big dead end.

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