"That's Grissom's ring tone."

"Don't tell him anything. I mean it." He warned her. He handed her the phone, promising that he had a good reason behind her capture.

"Sidle."

"Hi, honey."

"Hi, what's up?"

"Nothing; I just miss you."

"Thank you."

"Are you alone?"

"No."

"Where are you?"

"I'm with Brass." Brass glared at her. She ignored it and he started to secure her to the chair again.

"Why? What are you doing?"

"We're having a drink at his house and we're talking. I'll be home later."

"No alcohol."

"I know; can I call you back later?"

"Sure, bye."

"Bye." Brass took her phone and put it back in his shirt pocket.

"Why did you tell him you were with me?"

"Because he asked. I didn't tell him that you kidnapped. What's going on?"

"I didn't kidnap you in the full sense of the word. You came with me willingly."

"You're keeping me here against my will and took away my things. Who had my keys?"

"Nick does."

"Why?" she demanded and was happy that she was starting to get some answers.

"He went to get the things you'll need for the next part of the plan."

"Like what?"

"We're taking a trip." he said vaguely.

"Where are we going?"

"Don't worry; you won't be hurt. Grissom will own my ass if I let that happen."

"He'll have it anyway when he finds out what you're doing." She argued back.

"That's probably true; see the sacrifice I'm willing to make?"

"Not really." Outside, car doors could be heard. They looked to the front door and saw Nick dragging Catherine with him as well as Sara's things. He returned her keys, but took Catherine's instead. He also took her phone and gun on his way out the door.

"Nick, what the hell are you doing?" she asked, but he'd already left. She turned around and saw Sara and Brass.

"Sara?"

"Hey Catherine." she said dryly.

"Why are you tied to a chair?"

"Brass did it." She shrugged and was ready to give up on her interrogation of Brass. She was tired of getting interrupted; scratch that, she was just tired.

"Why?"

"Beats me."

"Hello Catherine. Would you go in the back room with Sara and help her get dressed?"

"Why?"

"Yeah, why?" Catherine asked and then Sara immediately asked her question again.

"For the next part of the plan; like I've already told you, Sara."

"Why did Nick take my keys?"

"He took mine first, but he brought them back, at least." Sara offered no answer.

"Ladies, please?"

"No." Sara refused.

"Tell me why."

"We're going out. It's something good and it's also a surprise. Nick will be back shortly." Catherine looked at Sara, who simply shrugged after Brass left the room.

"He conned me here and ties me to this chair whenever he leaves the room. He won't tell me anything." Catherine wasn't about to leave without Sara and knew Brass hadn't gone very far, so there wasn't time to attempt an escape.

"Should we do what he wants?"

"I don't know. I do know that I need to eat. Brass!"

"You rang?" He appeared seconds later.

"I need food." she said.

"What would you like; we're also going out to eat."

"Crackers and peanut butter, please." It was becoming a struggle to be polite.

"Coming right up." he said and disappeared.

"He's a generous kidnapper." Catherine commented.

"Except for the tying me up thing, yeah. He's only doing that because I told him I would most likely escape if I was given the chance." Nick reappeared with Catherine's things and dropped off her keys as he dragged Warrick in with him. Faster than anyone thought he could move, Nick reached into Warrick's pocket and withdrew his keys. He was gone before Warrick could protest.

"What the hell just happened?"

"Hi." He whirled around to see Sara and Catherine in the living room.

"Why are you here and why is she tied up?" he asked Catherine.

"Brass conned Sara into coming here and basically told her she was being kidnapped. I ended up here the same way you did, except he brought Sara's clothes with me and my clothes with you."

"I'm guessing he'll bring your clothes over here when he brings Greg." Sara voiced her assumption. Brass picked that moment to return with the plate for Sara. He unbound her wrists so she could eat.

"Oh good, you're here. Catherine, please go and get dressed."

"Why? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Where we're going is a little more formal. I know you're all going to kick my ass afterward, so please, just do it."

"Can I at least let my boss know why I'm not at work?" Catherine asked, knowing what Brass' answer would be; but she had to try.

"Nick took care of it. You're fine. Please don't make me get angry."

"Fine." Catherine stomped on his foot as she passed him. She grabbed her clothes and headed for the guest bedroom. Sara smiled a little as she ate. Warrick chose to sit in Catherine's vacated seat.

"How are you doing, girl?" She smiled at his genuine concern.

"I'm fine. I have low iron levels. There's more, but I want to tell you all as a group." He put his hand on her knee as a comforting gesture.

"I'm just glad you're ok. We had quite a scare when Catherine told us Grissom was taking you to the E.R."

"Thank you." The two of them sat in relative silence; save for the crunching of Sara's crackers. She asked about his case for the night and he was in the middle of telling her about it when Catherine returned.

"Looking good, Catherine." Warrick said and Sara nodded due to her mouth being full at the time.

"Thank you." Brass came right in.

"Perfect. Warrick, as soon as Nick gets back, you'll need to get dressed. We need to leave soon." He glanced at the ladies and left the room. Soon after he left, Nick proved Sara's theory correct. Only this time, he returned with three garment bags. Greg was slightly resisting.

"What the hell, man? Quit pushing me around." He ran right into Brass.

"Welcome to my home. Warrick, Greg, and Nick, please go change. Catherine, take Sara and help her get ready. We have reservations to get to." Sara was out of excuses to not do as she was told, and Brass made sure of it by taking her clean plate. She was desperately looking around while they walked through Brass' house.

"It's no use. He's hidden all of the phones and nailed the windows shut." Catherine spoke as though she were psychic.

"So, it's premeditated?"

"It looks that way to me. Where did you get this?" Catherine gestured to Sara's right hand.

"It was a gift; one that I will explain later."

"Does it mean what I think it means?" Catherine asked hopefully.

"Yes." So saying, Sara moved the ring to the correct finger.

"When did this happen?"

"A few hours ago."

"Who gave it to you?" Sara smiled at the question.

"I'll tell you later." Catherine closed the bedroom door.

"I'll let it go; for now."

As soon as they were all dressed, Brass and Nick ushered them out the door and into a van. Nick sealed them inside and left in his own car. Brass, knowing that he was outnumbered, pulled his gun out and made it visible.

"I'm not afraid to use this, but I will if any of you try to escape. The plan has almost run its course. We are going to enjoy a meal at the Bellagio. Nick left to get our final guest and he'll meet us there." He pocketed the gun and started to drive.

Grissom was at his desk leaving a message for Greg. Nobody was answering their phone and he was beginning to wonder why. Nick burst in his office.

"Grissom!"

"What is it, Nick. I can't seem to get a hold of anybody."

"Brass has them. He's losing it man. He made us all get dressed up like this. I managed to get away."

"How?"

"I was faster. He conned us all into going to his house and when I got there, they were all tied up to his furniture." He immediately began to worry about Sara. She had told him she was at his house.

"Do you know where he is?"

"No, sorry." Nick lied.

"I'll try calling him." Nick nodded and continued his act by pacing nervously across the floor.

"Brass."

"It's Gil, how are you?"

"Not so good."

"Why?"

"Sara's being uncooperative."

"Why?"

"She wants to go home."

"So, take her home."

"Oh, I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"I don't trust her."

"Where are you?"

"In the car." Grissom actually rolled his eyes.

"You do know she was in the ER tonight, right? She needs to eat."

"She told me about the low iron. I fed her."

"Why are you holding her hostage?"

"I want to go out. We're here, I've got to go."

"BRASS! BRASS!" Grissom shouted into the disconnected call. Nick was cracking up on the inside, but made sure to follow Grissom when he left the office.

"Archie, track the GPS on Jim Brass' phone right now."

"Sure thing, boss." A few minutes later, Archie handed him the address.

"Where are they?" Nick asked.

"The Bellagio."

"They won't let you in there dressed like that if there's no crime scene." Grissom growled in frustration.

"Look, give me the keys to your house. I'll run over there and grab a sit for you. You can head over there and see if you can talk to Brass."

"Fine, here." Grissom tossed some keys in the air which Nick promptly caught and left the office. Grissom left fifteen seconds later. Nick smiled once he was in the free and clear. Grissom was practically running to the Tahoe. He had been surprised by Brass' actions. He replayed the phone call he had with Sara in his mind. She told him she was with Brass at his house, but otherwise remained vague. Brass must have been listening to her side of the call. He pulled up to the valet and tossed the keys at the young man. He snatched his ticket and jogged through the hotel looking for the right restaurant. When he found it, a hand reached out and planted itself on his chest.

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A/N: Any more ideas about Brass' plan? Please, be kind and leave a review. Have a great day everyone! Kelly.