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Chapter 10: Hell Hath No Fury

Catherine was sitting in the break room with a cup of coffee in her hand, waiting for some news on the evidence collected. It had been two hours and not only had none of the evidence been processed, but the kidnappers hadn't called her back with anymore instructions. Had they completely gotten rid of that approach because Lindsay wasn't with them anymore, or had the recent instruction completely ruined their next demand? Just then, her cell went off. Catherine looked down at the caller ID and saw that it was Mia from DNA. Catherine ran over to the lab and saw Mia leaning back in her chair. "Hey Cath, I ran those blood stains you retrieved. The one on the floor and the one found in the room was a match to Greg, but the one by the door came back unknown."

"Unknown?" asked Catherine as she took the results from Mia. Catherine studied to document for a minute and looked at Mia. "He fought back," whispered Catherine.

"Yeah, but how does a guy that just got hit in the shoulder with a hammer, beat to a pulp, and cuffed manage to cause a medium velocity spatter?" asked Mia.

"This is Greg we're talking about. He finds a way to do everything. What about those swabs from the beer bottles?" asked Catherine.

"Oh, one matches the blood from the wall, the other came back unknown as well."

"Thanks Mia," said Catherine. Catherine walked out of the DNA lab and caught Grissom. "Hey Gil, I just got the DNA back from Mia, the blood on the floor in both rooms is a match to Greg except for the blood found by the door. That came back unknown."

She handed the report to Grissom who examined it closely. "Good, now if only we had someone to compare it too," said Grissom as he walked off.

"Where are you going?" asked Catherine. "To Trace. I need to check up on Hodges."

Catherine ran up to Grissom and followed him into Trace where they saw Hodges looking at the computer. "Did you get a hit off of those tire treads found at the scene?" asked Grissom.

"Yeah, they came from a Ford F150. More specifically a 2002. I ran it in the database, and only four F150's are registered in the greater Las Vegas area."

"Thank you," said Grissom as they walked out of the lab. "So, we're looking for two males that drive a 2002 Ford F150," said Catherine.

"Hey guys," said Nick as he ran up to them. "I just got those shoe prints from Jacqui, they're a size 12 Nike All Star."

"Well, at least we know what one of them wears," said Grissom as he walked down the hall. "What did you guys find?" asked Nick.

"Blood by the door in the upstairs room belongs to an unknown male and matches one of the donors on the beer bottles. Also, the tire treads belong to a 2002 Ford F150," explained Catherine.

"So, we're still stuck in the middle of nowhere," said Nick.

"Pretty much." Catherine began to walk back to the break room. "Hey Cath."

Catherine turned around. "We'll find him," reassured Nick.

"I know, we always do," said Catherine as she walked into the break room and poured herself another cup of coffee. Sleeping on the couch was Lindsay. She was very tired and didn't want to go home until she knew Greg was safe. Catherine sat next to Lindsay and brushed some of her hair away from Lindsay's face. "I love you," she whispered to Lindsay as a small tear trickled down her face.

A loud slam! woke up Greg from his deep slumber. Greg looked up and saw Terrance walking down the stairs with a tray of food. Terrance sat down the tray in front of Greg and said, "Are you left or right handed?"

"Right," said Greg as Terrance walked behind Greg and un-cuffed Greg's right hand, then re-cuffing his left to the pole. "Eat up Greg, you're going to need the energy," said Terrance as he walked back up the stairs.

Greg watched Terrance leave and slid the tray closer to his left arm. After making sure that the handcuffs would move up and down the pole, Greg lifted up his sandwich and took a small bite. It was a Tuna sandwich, and even though it wasn't one of his favorites, anything sounded good at this moment. He finished eating the sandwich and took the water bottle, placing it next to him so whenever he got thirsty, he would have something to quench it. Greg leaned back against the pole and waited for Terrance to come back down and pick up the tray. Greg could tell that the sun was going down because every hour or so, the basement would get colder. Just as he leaned back and tried to go back to sleep, he heard a loud crash! from upstairs. He jumped up and listened intently to the conversation overhead. "What are we going to do? We don't have her little girl and Harper wasn't released. This was not part of the plan!" yelled Terrance.

"Hold on one second and let me think," said Jeff. Silence went throughout the whole house until Jeff clapped his hands. "I got it."

"What?" But Greg didn't hear the rest of it. He didn't want to hear the rest of it, because it probably had something to do with him and another tool. Just then, the door opened and Terrance came back down with a blanket. He threw the blanket down in front of Greg and picked up the food tray without even so much as throwing Greg a look. Terrance walked back up the stairs and shut the door closed behind him. What were they planning thought Greg. Slowly, Greg reached down for the blanket and picked it up, placing it around his shoulders. It wasn't a very fluffy blanket, or very warm for that matter, but it did shield him against the cold. Greg rocked back and forth, waiting for a miracle to happen.

"So, you think this is going to work?" asked Terrance.

"Of course it's going to work, dip-shit. It's my master plan, so it's gotta work!" yelled Jeff.

"I mean, because the whole set-Harper-out-of-jail idea was yours and that didn't work," said Terrance.

"Yeah, well know she knows what we're capable of, so she will listen to what we have to say, even if her little daughter is with us…we have her oldest son, and that's all we need."

TBC…

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