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Chapter 13: The Truth Revealed

Catherine was silent for a minute. Though what Nick had said was what she was unfortunately considering, hearing it was a whole different thing. Never did she expect to be blind sided like she had been, especially from a supposedly helpful witness. But she knew that even though they didn't have the evidence, everything was beginning to point to Calvin Richards.

"If that is a true fact," Catherine began to state, but hearing now her own words, they got caught in her throat, her mind shocked to the fact that she believed this despairing reality. Before she continued to speak though, she brought in a gulp and then a cough to clear her throat. "We're going to need to put together something so that we can convince a judge that we need a warrant to search Richards' house, and we have to do this, without any piece of physical evidence that connects Richards' to this case."

Nick had yet to consider the biter reality of this notion. But even though the really didn't have any factual proof, he was still determined to expose Calvin for the deceitful man that he was quickly turning into. "That's not necessarily true. We have record of the phone call that he made to the Police Department. That's physical evidence."

Hearing Nick say this, she knew exactly what direction this conversation was going to head. When Nick has his mind set of something, nothing else exists. If something is standing in his way, he'll refuse to let it stop him. Without a doubt this was one of those times, and no matter what she would say, she knew that Nick would have something to throw back at her. "It's just stating that he got involved Nick. He made that call as a witness. A judge is not going to issue a warrant to search the house of an innocent civilian," she reasonably explained.

"That bastard isn't innocent Catherine! And you know it god dammit!" he yelled back at her. It was her word choice of innocent that had gotten under his skin, especially when they both knew he was anything but.

"Then how the hell do you propose that we prove that?" she snapped back at him. She admitted that she knew Calvin was guilty, but they couldn't return back to that house without a warrant, and as far as attaining that warrant, that was what her mind was focused on. Asking Nick this question, it without a doubt presented a determined desperation in his speech that quickly turned into a babbling, rambling mess.

"Okay, well we have Caleb's confession that we can use; the stuff against Richards. I know that he framed them Catherine, and when you think about it, they were perfect targets. They stole the van and Calvin told them not to admit to anything, so they thought we were accusing them about the kidnapping when they thought we were accusing them about the van. They also had the same first three digits of their house numbers, 161. And Calvin knew that the Donnar's were a close enough match to the physical appearance of the kidnappers seeming that he is the kidnapper, so he is also implying that the second kidnapper is a large man. Also, with parking the car at the foreclosed lot only made the Donnar's look twice as guilty because it was right next door to their house. And with Calvin making a call like the one he made, saying that he heard screaming coming from his neighbors house, who the hell would we, would anyone, suspect first?" he asked, further embellishing his point with the rhetorical question. "If Calvin really did frame the Donnar's, which he did, I have no doubt in my mind that he did that to completely remove the target from his back, and if that was his plan, then it sure as hell worked."

Nick had said a lot, and though it was a rambling mess, it all made sense. "Nick, I'm not going to deny, those are all very good points," she started off by saying, though to emphasize the fact that she had heard and understood everything that he had said. "But I still don't think its enough to get us a warrant," she unfortunately continued, now dropping the bomb shell.

Hearing her saying this, Nick began to grow irritable. If they were good points, then why couldn't they explain them to a judge? Still, he was determined to find a loop hole and some piece of evidence that could get them their desperately needed warrant. "Well there is what the Donnar's said about the van."

"Nick, it only implies that Richards had the van, not that he had taken Greg. We need evidence that is going to point us in the direction of Calvin, not just accusations," Catherine said, once again shooting down another one of Nick's ideas.

A frustrated sigh escaped this time, his frustration becoming visibly obvious in his every expression, whether it was his body, his eyes, or his thick Texan accent coming through again. "Well what about evidence that could supposedly place Greg in his house?"

"But we didn't collect anything from Calvin's house," she implied.

"What about the marks that I saw on Calvin's door?"

"What about them?"

"What if that's a sign of a struggle? That could place Greg at his house!"

"Or a judge could say that it was an accident and someone tripped! Nick we don't have any pictures of the door, we don't have any shoe impressions to compare it, Nick we don't have anything that links Calvin to Greg!" she finally snapped at him. With desperation growing and expanding in his voice, it was starting to break her spirit within her. She desperately want this warrant too, but she knew what the careless response of a judge would be once he was presented with this evidence, or lack there of evidence. With everything that Nick had been saying, it was all completely guided by desperation. At this point, he didn't even seem to be logically thinking, he was just shooting out retorts and last stitch reasons that didn't make sense. They were all his desperate attempts to organize some means of an explanation for evidence that he would present to a judge. But every piece of evidence was inconclusive and unreliable; pointless in the eyes of a judge issuing a warrant. But in all truth, the evidence didn't even exist.

But with Catherine's harsh retort to him, Nick finally broke under his own pressure. "Why do you have to keep shooting down every god damn reason I have! I don't see you trying to get us this damn warrant!"

"Nick, I'm not shooting down your ideas! I'm putting my self in the position of a judge. What would he be looking at and would he see what we are seeing?" she reasonably explained.

Nick wasn't having it though. There was only one right answer in his mind, proof or not, Nick knew it was the truth. "Catherine, Richards framed the Donnar's! I know it!"

"Okay, well what do you have to prove that?" she snapped back at him yet again.

The same question that he didn't have the right answer for was asked yet again. Overwhelmed with the truth gaining up on his guilt, Nick was finally beginning to crumble under the pressure. Slumping down in one of her office chairs, he dropped his head into his hands, and sat in the eerie silence that filled the room.

The quite that had filled the room finally had given Nick his chance to calm down. With everything beginning to unveil its self and the desperate need for the evidence to support those facts, it was all just taking its toll on his sanity. He knew that they didn't have any physical evidence to prove that Calvin was the kidnapper, but still, with his determination fighting for this warrant, he still continued to make means of unsupportive thoughts and inconclusive evidence.

"You know, we actually do have the evidence. The only thing we have Caleb for is stealing the van, and that can not just be coincidental, and it's not coincidental. Whatever was done with that van after it was stolen, its all on Calvin, based off Caleb's confession. None of the evidence is coming back to Caleb."

"But none of the evidence is coming back to Calvin either. We have no evidence against either or these guys. Whoever kidnapped Greg, at the beginning of this it was made very clear that he's meticulous. Because of that, we have two suspects now and we have nothing pointing to either of them."

"Catherine stop making Calvin sound like he's innocent when you know he isn't! Calvin is meticulous and he knows what the hell he is doing! He was the one who called in the Donnar's saying that he heard screaming coming from their house. The real suspect placing a target on two innocent men, well as I said before, we're going to interrogate the men who we initially believed where the suspects. And that is what we did! He has perfectly organized everything and because of that, we believed the bull shit that came out of that bastard's mouth! The Donnar's don't fit that persona! Interrogating Caleb, he broke way too easily under the pressure and I completely believe that he had absolutely no idea what I was talking about."

"But everything that Calvin said, it was just a confession Nick. As much as I want it to be, it's not entirely credible. How many times have we brought in a witness and he ended up being a suspect! Hell, what about Calvin!"

"You admit it!" Nick quickly exclaimed back at her. "You just admitted it; you know that bastard is hiding something! You know he did something! You know that he took Greg!"

Once he said this to her, Catherine was instantly taken back once again. "We are just basing our accusation off past experience and a person's behavior, whether it is credible or false. I still don't think its enough to get a warrant Nick."

"God dammit Catherine; will you stop turning down my damn ideas! You're denying what's right in front of you! You know that Calvin took Greg, so stop trying to defend that! Do you have a better suggestion on how to get this damn warrant! Hell we should already have a leg up on this due to the fact that it's a CSI that is missing!"

"I'm not turning down your ideas Nick, and I sure as hell am not defending Calvin! I want this warrant just as badly, but I am not going to a judge with evidence and accusations that we can't back up. If Greg was, or is, in that house, then we have already wasted enough time following this bull shit lead that I am not going to go to a judge, wasting our time, all to embarrass myself by falling to my knees, begging for this warrant, all to waste more time and be denied the warrant."

As Nick had brought her to silence a time or two before, she had finally returned the same tone and justification to bring him to silence. But seeing a diminutive spirit fill his blank eyes, Catherine knew that it was time to bring stop beating a dead horse, time and time again pointing out their missing evidence. And Nick was right, putting her self in the position of what a judge would see if anything was only breaking down their high hopes faster. Other then that, she hadn't really made a contribution to trying to solve this problem.

"So if we do get this warrant, what would we ask the warrant to be for, and what evidence would we have to back that up."

By this point, he wanted that damn word obliterated from his mind, his vocabulary, from the damn dictionary. Catherine's words had finally got to him and finally brought his sense to a grim reality of hopelessness. "We don't have evidence, remember?" he retorted with a snide tone and a smug expression.

"Nick," was all she simply said though to his bitter remark.

Looking at Catherine though, Nick knew that she was being serious; not defensive. She genuinely wanted an answer. "Well we could ask to bring him in for questioning; we have a better chance at getting a warrant for that," he calmly suggested with some reasonable sense of logic that he figured would appeal to her.

And his suggestion had caught her ear. It did make a substantial amount of sense. "Then if Greg is in that house, we could at least get Calvin away from him at least until he makes a confession or we obtain evidence to convict him."

Catherine's thoughts were for once up lifting, which is why Nick already felt like a hypocrite with what he was about to say, delivering the compromising and unfortunate news. "But remember what Greg said, there are two kidnappers."

Catherine did seem to catch onto how Nick had interpreted what he had said. "But there was only one guy at the house," she said, bringing about some optimism to his dreary thoughts.

Rolls were once again reversed between the two of them, for with Catherine's high hopes, Nick was about to bring down the reality once again. "You remember how I told you that one of the kidnappers seemed to be really tall?" he asked as he waited for her response; the nod of her head affirmed her remembrance. "Well I was just considering this; I'll bet you that the tall guy, he was with Greg in the house, to make sure that he stayed quiet or something."

It seemed to Catherine that Nick was finally back on track with his logical thinking, but with what he said here, it just seemed far too extraneous to even consider. "Do you really think that Calvin would bring us into his house while Greg was in the house as well, and of all things, if he was conscience too? Nick, if I were in a position like that, I would do anything, everything, to get someone's attention. And plus, that would be such a risk on Calvin's part; it just wouldn't make any sense for him to do that," she suggested in a very questionable tone.

"Well maybe that was what Calvin wanted to do. Have it be like this sick, taunting reality to us that we were in the same house that Greg was in and had no idea."

"But having Greg conscience and fully aware; that just doesn't make any sense. I mean if I were Greg, in that exact position, not even a guy with a gun would hold me back."

"You say that now, but if you were actually in that position Catherine."

"Nick, I don't care how meticulous Calvin is, I can see him bringing us into his home just to be in his home, but with Greg in the house too, it just sounds too, ludicrous, absurd, to even consider that possibility."

Hearing her say this, it was evident that Catherine's mind was in a stubborn place and there was no getting around it. The silence in the room grew between them again, both stuck in the thoughts of their separate conclusions of everything that they had discussed.

Nick was as well stuck in his stubborn position, convinced that everything that he was saying was right, but if he had something that could prove that, then he could get that warrant. Considering everything he saw, thought, the strange feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach; what was the thing to guide all of his vibes. He then remembered the door in the hallway, and how he had stopped at it; what was that noise that he had heard, that familiar sound, what was in that storage room?

Thinking about that door this time and now adding the variable of Greg into his thought process, it was like a light bulb went off in his mind, the puzzle pieces fit; he knew what that sound was.

"Catherine?"

The silence interrupted, she knew that no matter what Nick was going to say, the only thing that it could benefit was humoring her seeming that by this point as she was hardly expecting anything to come out of him mouth that was going to be reasonable. "Yeah?" she blandly asked.

"Remember when I stopped at the door?"

With a heavy sigh, she replied, "Yes, I remember."

"I told you in the car that I thought I had heard something, and I think I just realized what it was. I told you that it was familiar, like music. Catherine, I think it was Greg's ringtone. It was the chorus of that damn song Feel Like Making Love."

"Nick, are you sure? That seems kinda like a long shot idea," she asked with a skeptical look across her face, but she didn't entirely consider this possibility unreasonable.

"The music came from that room, and it had stopped, so that means that someone answered it or someone turned it off. If they didn't, it would have continued to ring and the song would have continued to play. If Greg had the phone, why would he discontinue the ringing unless it was answer the phone? Hell, if he had his phone on him, you would think that he would have the common sense of desperation to call us, let alone just someone!"

"Greg isn't the only person in the world with that ringtone Nick," she suggested.

"Very true, but that can't just be a complete coincidence," he replied, knowing that what he was saying just had to be justifiable.

Silence filled the small office yet again, and as Nick looked at Catherine, there was a questionable look across her face. He was just hoping that everything he had said was finally enough to convince her that they could take what they had to a judge. But he then realized something.

"Catherine," Nick said, getting her attention again. "Listen, what we do have right now, even thought they are just assumptions, this is all that we have to give a judge. If everything gets turned down and we can't get a warrant, well for one, at least we tried. But do you really think that is going to stop either of us? We both know that Greg is in that house, and right now, I would rather go there without a warrant then to sit around and wait for one, whether we get it or not. Your right, if this is a bull shit lead, then we've already wasted a shit load of time. I don't want to waste anymore time, and I sure as hell don't want to arrive at that house all to discover that we were too late."

Lauryn Miller was a neighbor in the cul-de-sac of Calvin Richards and Caleb and Markus Donnar. She lived in house 1616, a house perfectly placed in between Calvin's house and the Donnar's. Due to this convenience, being placed smack-dab between the two houses, she was an innocent onlooker to the unfolding events that had taken place over the past few hours.

With all the disturbances that had take place throughout the morning finally settled though, she had taken her opportunity to sit down in her living room and enjoy the quiet afternoon reading her book. Her living room was always the best room to read in, for it had a wide open window and during the early afternoon, the Nevada sun would always provide the most sensational amount of light into the small room which made this room a divine place to escape into the world of her engaged imagination. With her book in hand, Lauryn took a seat on her couch, propping her legs up, and sitting the book upon her knees, she began to read.

Though her concentration was firmly focused on her book, she couldn't help but notice from the corner of her eye a large, ominous figure making its way across the cul-de-sac. Being the center house in the cul-de-sac with the large, open window, it revealed the neighborhood in its whole, giving her a full view of what ever took place beyond the walls of her home.

Looking at the dark figure for the brief second, she had to do a double take. Analyzing what had caught her eye, she had finally established that it was just a large man, but she had never scene him before. Curious as to where he was heading, with what looked to be a package in his hands, she followed him with her eyes. She was then puzzled. The package the man was holding had been placed at the steps of the Donnar's residence and then he man immediately began to walk away and back in the direction he originally came from. The large man had then approached Calvin Richards' house, and without hesitation, walked into the home and shut the door behind him.

After seeing this, Lauryn had become very puzzled and confused. This mystery man that she had never scene before dropping a package off at the Donnar's house and then entering Calvin's house, this was a gesture that just seemed very strange. Calvin's car was still in his drive way, so he was still at him home. The fact that someone was dropping a package at the Donnar's house that seemed to originate from Calvin's home, it just didn't make any sense. Calvin saw the Donnar's get arrested this morning, so why would he leave a package for an empty home?

Regardless of the now absent man that had entered Calvin's home, Lauryn proceeded to focus her attention on her neighbor's home.

As Mark made him way back into the house, he was greeted with the view of Calvin dragging their broken captive across the floor toward the front door. Looking at the limp figure that was weakly trailing behind Calvin, it was an inarguable statement that he had officially been broken. It had been well around an hour since the emotional torment of Calvin's sadist actions had been inflicted upon Greg, but the emotional scars that he was already suffering through where vividly shown through his battered spirit; his crying had still yet to discontinue. Even when Calvin dropped his body to the hard floor, his numb limbs just allowed the crude action to take place. As his body hit the floor, painfully landing on his side and hip, his body still remained unmoved. Greg felt nothing.

As Calvin dropped Greg to the ground, he had removed his gun from his waist band and had loosely aimed it at him. He knew that Greg was to emotionally broken to have the will to fight against him any more, but still, it was just as a precaution, and he also liked the power that he possessed while holding the weapon. Turning his attention to Mark, he then asked, "Did you drop off the package?"

"Yeah, I put it at the bottom of the porch steps. You sure they'll find it?" questioned Mark.

"If they are smart enough, they'll find it," Calvin said with confidence and a smug grin.

Mark only acknowledged him with a single nod of the head. "Well the car is ready so we can go now. But do you think it's really the best idea to openly lead him to the car like this? I mean, someone could see and they'll probably call the cops."

"And do you really think that is going to make a difference? It doesn't matter if anybody sees him or not. We're leaving, so even if they did call the cops, it'll be too late. We'll be long gone," he said with a disgusting laugh. Looking down at his captive, Calvin effortlessly kicked Greg in the back of his leg. This wasn't a gesture that was going to hurt him, for once, but one of his many crude actions where its purpose was to see the reaction that he would get out of Greg. The anticipation didn't disappoint.

Unexpectedly feeling the small force on the back of his leg, as an automatic response, his body flinched. It was disturbing to Greg's conscience though how strong the flinch was though, as it had shook his whole body. Once this subtle torment happened, it had unfortunately dawned on Greg that no matter what happened to him anymore, nothing would come in a subtle form. Even the gentle touch of soft hands, he knew he wouldn't have the strength to hold back his fear any longer; he could only reduce himself to being a frail and timid victim. As a pathetic mean of some form of comfort, Greg brought his legs up to his chest, and laid there.

It was a subtle meaning behind a body wracking movement, and it truly placed in perspective how insignificant Greg felt under his control. A small shrug of his shoe against his leg and he reacted to it as if he had been shot. Then seeing him curl into a fetal position, all of it was simply superb to watch. Leaving his side though, Calvin walked over to the front door and looked out the window. With seeing the stillness of the neighborhood, he responded, "Yeah let's leave now." Calvin then reached his hand into his pocket and took out a long, thick black cloth and handed it to Mark. "Here, put this on him. He doesn't need to see where we're going."

Taking the cloth from Calvin's hand, he walked over to Greg and knelt down next to him. Doing as he was instructed, Mark wrapped the cloth twice around Greg's eyes, pulling tight as he secured the knots. "Well being blindfolded, he probably won't fight back either," Mark absently added.

"What do you mean?" Calvin asked, confused by what Mark had seemed to just randomly say.

"It's just that being blindfolded; you're screwed without your eye sight. It would just be pointless for him to try to fight back," Mark reasoned as he stood up and walked toward the now open front door.

With what Mark had said, it could only make Calvin smile. His simple mind that was completely dismissing Greg's emotionally unstable state, he could only focus on the weak force of his sensory restraint. As he walked his victim, his hollow footsteps echoing against the creaky floor boards announcing his approach as his black eyes scrutinizing Greg's every fiber as he reminisced of the events that took place not even an hour ago, he grimly hissed with a distorted glee in his voice, "Oh Mark, I don't think Greg will be fighting back much anymore," he suggested with a cocked head.

Calvin then knelt down next to Greg again, and with two fingers, he slowly began to slither them down the side of his torso, gliding his course tips down its length. It was a normally ticklish region of any person's body, but it had translated into a painful quiver that made his skin drip with hot sweat. Continuing with his reasoning before, with his fingers now returning to the bone structure of Greg's pelvis and tracing the now bruised and scraped skin, he hissed with a lingering voice, "I don't think he has the… dignity… to do that."

Knowing instantly what Cal was referencing too and the disgusting feel of his hands touching him, Greg viciously thrashed his body and pathetically tried to squirm out of his captor's reach. Though hearing the boastful and mocking sound of laughter coming from the bellowing vocal cords of two men, Greg realized that his fear was only offering entertainment to these two monsters and that no matter what, he could never escape them. Regardless of the tightly bound cloth that was gripping his eyes shut, tears still filled his ducts.

Getting yet another fix of entertainment from Greg's terror, it allowed Calvin to bask in his deformed sense of accomplishment as he watched the actions of his mess of a victim. Allowing the feeling to pass though, Calvin once again approached Greg and effortlessly picked up his limp figure and once he was in a standing position, he roughly shoved him through the door way, and as expected, he fell crumbling to the floor.

Lauryn was still attentively watching the unmoved house; she was merely waiting for something to happen. When the front door finally began to inch open though, her attention was fully focused on who was about to leave the home.

The mystery man was the first to leave the house, but what followed, it confused Lauryn more then that mystery man walking across the cul-de-sac to drop off a package. A strange figure was sent lunging forward toward the large unknown man and it had immediately fallen to the floor as if it was dead weight bringing it down. Then finally, the first thing that she recognized, Calvin left his home. He had approached the limp figure and then proceeded to assist the large man in lifting up the unknown figure. They finally began to drag it down the porch stairs, and then sun light hit this limp mystery object. It had taken Lauryn a second to process in her mind what she was looking at, though when it finally clicked in her mind, what she was looking it had sent her into a full-fledged fearful panic.

As a terror-stricken reaction, she immediately dropped her body to the ground so that she couldn't be scene behind her window sill; she didn't want her neighbor to see that she was basically spying on them, and she did want the same thing to happen to her as what was supposedly happening to that man that was being dragged from that house. Although fear was evident within her, curiosity and concern over-passed it. She slowly began to raise her head above the window sill so that her eyes could continue to watch what was happening to this poor man.

The captive was being dragged over toward Calvin's car; a black Crown Victorian. They were walking toward the back of the car though and as they approached it, she then saw Calvin carelessly drop the frail looking man to the hot gravel ground. He had approached the trunk of the car and then the hood popped up. Lauryn could only assume the worse for this man at this moment, and as she saw the tall man carelessly and effortlessly toss the weak captive over his shoulder and walk up to the open trunk, it was evident that her assumption had proved to be correct.

At the back of the car, Mark carelessly dropped Greg into the large trunk. Due to his tall stature, the falling distance between Mark's shoulder and the floor of the trunk was rather large, so as his weak figure landed awkwardly in the trunk, a pained groan and a weak whimper reverberated along his lips.

With his sight now gone and now stuck in a box-like space, Greg began to panic. The only thing that he knew was that he was outside for he could feel the hot sun beating against his aching body. Oh how he loved the warm comfort of the sun; he just hoped that he would be able to see it again. Though as his body had been slung over what he thought was a shoulder and then dumped into the confined space, the sun had seemed to disappear. His numb hands still bound behind his back and now wearing a blindfold in this unknown confined space, he was just helplessly trapped in this predicament that he had absolutely no idea how he was going to get out of. It was an understatement to say that he was scared out of his god damn mind.

There was then a presence that was dangerously close to him. Greg didn't know who or why this presence was so close to him, but as past experience with these two sadistic bastards who had formed a cruel hobby in teasing him, he considered if it was either Mark or Cal closely scrutinizing him or attempting to further mess with the remaining shrivel of his sanity. As a side effect to the blindfold though, the loss of sight affected his will to act out in any way. With a blank face, he just continued to stare straight into the dark oblivion that filtered his eye sight. The presence then pulled away; he could tell because the air just felt less crowded and the close breathing had distanced its self.

Two hands had then unexpectedly clasped their tight grips around his ankles and viciously jerked his body toward which had caused his head to hit the floor. The dull throb in his head had briefly returned, but it had quickly disappeared once he heard the audible rip of what Greg knew to be duct tape. Oh fuck. Please god dammit, not more tape he miserably thought.

"I told you there was more tape in the trunk," he heard the voice he had familiarized himself with as Mark say. The sticky material had then been placed upon his pant legs again and it quickly bound his ankles together. But it didn't stop there. As more tape had been ripped from its roll, Greg could then feel it being bound above his knees, completely restricting any movement of his legs. His legs were then shoved back into the trunk and they were forced to bend to a very uncomfortable direction, into a position that didn't even seem possible for someone whose legs were bound the way that his were.

"Hey Calvin, I think we're ready here," Mark announced.

Approaching the back of the car again, he instantly began to scrutinize his helpless victim like he had many times before. With his always smug smile and snide voice, he said, "Yeah, he looks good. Let's go."

Everything confirming its self on its own, Greg now knew that he was in the trunk of a car that was getting ready to leave. But where were they going? Where were they taking him? These were questions that terrified Greg. He knew it was utterly futile, but the means of desperation had automatically guided one final, simple plea. "Please. Just please. Let me go," he weakly begged with a pathetic, broken voice.

The response though, it didn't surprise Greg in the least. It only filled him with the same doomed spirit that he was almost becoming accustomed to. There smug laughter of mockery, it always chilled his bones. Words finally presented them selves though, but with his response, Greg had preferred the laughter. "Mark, could you please put a piece of tape on his young mans pretty lips?" he heard the man that was apparently known as Calvin ask. And Mark's response was the vicious sound of ripping tape and then he felt the sticky adhesive placed upon his lips once again.

With one final look at their bound captive, Calvin then placed his hands of the hot hood of the trunk as if getting ready to shut it, but before he locked Greg in the confined space, Calvin asked, "You comfortable?"

The cruel question, taunting hid conscience with a fact that they both already knew, it made tears flow through his ducts once again. Though was as disturbing to Greg was that he had answered these two monsters. As an automatic response, now knowing not to ignore either of his captors, Greg honestly answered them. Letting out an agonizing sob, he shook his head and attempted to muffle under his sealed lips, "No."

Only one word was said after that, and that word was, "Good." There was then a fast wind of air that came at him and then with a heavy slam, everything was silent. They had finally shut the trunk, locking him away in his new hourglass prison.

As she saw the trunk slam shut, her heart had broken in extreme sorrow for this poor man. She desperately wanted to go out and help him, but she knew that there was nothing that she could do to save him without getting herself into danger as well. Overwhelmed with seeing all of this, torn by her desperate need to help this man, and the undeniably distraught for the fact that she couldn't, she started to cry. It was a disturbing shock to see her neighbor that she had known rather well doing this to a person. It was bluntly evident to her that what he had potentially done to this man, this wasn't a sick game or anything of innocent fun. The man, though alive, seemed completely broken.

Though she couldn't personally do anything to prevent this hostage captive from being taken away into oblivion, she figured that the best thing to do would be to call the cops. She knew that if would be too late by the time that the cops got here, but holding how for the victim locked in the trunk, she thought that maybe the cops could track down the car or something. She cautiously left her window – so not to possibly catch Calvin's eyes with the, although subtle, sudden movement – and made her way over to her coffee table and grabbed her phone.

With the phone in hand, she made her way back to the window, but as she was getting ready to call the police, she then saw Calvin running back into his house, As he returned into view from the depth of his home, he stopped at his front door. She couldn't see what he was doing, but as he walked away from his home and back over to the car, Lauryn could see that something was attached to the front door that had been, as she assumed, intentionally left open.

Lauryn finally called the cops once she saw the car backing out of the drive way. Though as the back end of the car went in her direction, she then remembered that she needed to catch the plate of the car. But by the time it registered in her mind that she needed to get down his license plate, the car began to drive away. As soon as this happened, she immediately regretted not ever looking at his cars plate, but then again, she never needed a reason to, until now. Even though she never knew the man locked away in the trunk, as the car got further and further away, casually approaching the exit of the neighborhood, she felt like she had failed him.

As the car turned the corner and disappeared into the desert, her attention finally returned to the phone in her hands. She dialed 911 and waited for someone to pick up.

"911 what is your emergency," one of the LVPD officers asked on the other line.

"Hi, my name is Lauryn Miller and I don't know what happened to this guy but I just saw my neighbor put a guy who was tied up in the trunk of his car and he just left and you guys have to help him because he looked pretty messed up and I don't think he going to be okay so you guys have to help him!" she continuously blurted out all at once.

Her panic was blatantly evident in voice, and like many other phones calls he had received in the past, the Officer listening to her rambling confession was easily confused by her jumbled words. "Ma 'am, I need you to calm down alright. Are you in danger right now?" he asked just to make sure that the distressed sounding woman on the other line wasn't under the pressure of time being off the essence.

Once she heard his pointless question, she snapped back at the Office. "No I'm not in danger! Didn't you hear me just now god dammit! My neighbor just shoved a guy in the trunk of his car and drove off! That guy needs help!"

"What type car does your neighbors drive ma 'am? And by any chance do you know his plates? Well see if we can track down the car," the Officer stated once hearing a stern composure present its self in her voice.

"It's a black Crown Victorian," she replied.

"And do you know the plates?"

There was silence for a moment as she was silently cursing her self for not getting a look at Calvin's plates fast enough. "I don't unfortunately."

"Alright, well we'll get an APB put out, but in the mean time well get a CSI sent down there and check out your neighbors house, see if we can find something that we'll be able to charge him with. What's your address?"

"I live at 1616 94th Dr. SE," she answered back.

It was an understatement to say that news traveled fast throughout the crime lab at the LVPD, and news traveled just as fast around the police department, including hearing several tidbits throughout the day related to one of Catherine's team member getting kidnapped. Having recognized her address, he knew that it would probably be best to connect her with Brass.

"Ma 'am I'm going to transfer your call over to Detective Brass alright. Your information could be very valuable to one of their current investigations that they are investigating."

Hearing this, Lauryn wasn't too thrilled to hear that she was going to be transferred over to another line seeming that when lines are transferred it means that she will probably end up getting put on hold. As she figured that the LVPD just automatically knew this, time is of the essence, and getting put on hold wasn't going to help rescue this now missing man any further. But there wasn't exactly another option here. She figured that as long as she could help that poor guy. "Alright, thank you," she blandly accepted, and then sat in silence as she waited to be transferred over to the line of Detective Brass.

Everything that Nick had said, knowing the two of them, there was nothing that would stop them from going back to that house, warrant or not. With this new found hold on optimism, knowing that they would go back to Calvin's house no matter what, she had made a new, uplifting suggestion. "You know, thinking about it, it would be better for us to get a warrant, and I am sure that Brass could talk to a judge and get us one."

Knowing that Brass was rather well connected with judges throughout Vegas, it seemed like a solid plausible suggestion. "That's a good idea, and yeah, he could probably get us one. But even if he doesn't Catherine, I mean it, I don't care how we get to that house, I just want to get there before it's too late."

The two of them finally left Catherine's office and began to make their way toward Brass's office, but as they began to approach his office, a stirring and disturbing thought began to filter Nick's mind. "Hey Catherine, you don't think that Calvin would leave his house do you? I mean, we know where he lives, obviously, and if he's guilty, then he knows it, so wouldn't he be worried if we would come back to the house?"

This was something that Catherine had yet to consider, and it had instantly put into perspective how crucial their time was right now. Choosing not to currently dwell on this possible misfortune, she dismissed this thinking. "Nick, I would rather not think about that right now."

"Detective Jim Brass," he answered once the call had been connected with his phone.

"Hi, my name is Lauryn Miller and I just got transferred over to you because the Officer I was talking to you said that what information I have could possibly be helpful in on of your current investigations," she immediately informed.

Seeming that whatever this woman knew or saw could be of potential use in an investigation, Brass was instantly intrigued with what she had to say. "Well Ms. Miller, you have my full attention. So what do you have that is useful for us to know?"

"Well, I think my neighbor kidnapped someone. I saw him and this other guy leading this one beat up looking guy to his car, and then he put him in the trunk and then they left."

Just the word kidnapped and Brass had immediately considered of this could be something to do with Greg. Wanting more information, with a very firm seriousness, he began to question the witness. "When did this happen?"

"About 5 minutes ago."

"Alright and what is your address?"

"I live at 1616 94th Dr. SE."

This couldn't have been a coincidence. He and a group of Officers were just in that neighborhood this morning, and as far as he was aware, they already had the suspects in custody. "Ms. Miller, the person you saw being kidnapped, was he taken from house 1619, the residence of Caleb and Markus Donnar?" Brass asked, both high hopes and confusion filtering his mind.

"No! He wasn't taken from the Donnar's!" she all of a sudden viciously snapped. "The Donnar's aren't even at home! You arrested them this morning!" she then reminded them with a mocking tone.

"Yes we know we arrested them this morning ma 'am, but they are currently suspects in a kidnapping investigation. So, if this guy who was kidnapped wasn't taken from the Donnar's home, then whose house was he taken from?"

"From house 1614, where Calvin Richard's lives," she informed.

Hearing the familiar name of their witness from earlier, Brass was instantly very concerned. "Ms. Miller, are you sure that it was Calvin's house? Listen, can you describe the person that you saw, the one who was put in the trunk?"

"Well for starters, yes, the guy was for sure taken from Calvin's house. I know what I saw. As far as what the guy looked like, it was hard to tell, but he seemed to have light colored hair and he seemed thin. I can't really pick a height because they were dragging him. He wasn't wearing a shirt either and there was some red on him too, so yeah, I don't know if that's like blood or not. And that's all I've really got."

While Lauryn was giving her brief description of what she had scene, Brass had then noticed Nick and Catherine in the hallway. It seemed that from what Lauryn was saying that Calvin Richard's could potentially be a new suspect, but as he was getting ready to try and get their attention for them to come into his office, he had then dawned on him that they were already heading toward his office. As soon as Lauryn had finished her description of the victim currently trapped in Calvin Richard's car, Nick and Catherine had barged into his office.

"Brass we need a warrant to interrogate Calvin Richards! We think that he actually kidnapped Greg and we need a warrant now Brass!" Nick practically ordered to the now stunned looking detective.

"Wait… what?" she practically shouted, shocked as to what he was hearing between Lauryn Miller and Nick and Catherine.

"We think that Calvin kidnapped Greg and framed the Donnar's and listen, we need a warrant like right now because Richards could leave his house and then who knows when we'll find him and we just really need a warrant Brass," Nick and explained and admitted, his voice now begging.

"Ms. Miller, could you please excuse me for a second," he apologized to the girl on the phone. Turning his attention back to Nick and Catherine, he then asked, "You really think that Greg was in Richards' house? But didn't you go inside of the house and talk to him?"

"Yes we did, and we have been talking and we think he was lying the whole time. Listen, if Greg is in that house, then we might not have much time to get back to the house to find out. Richards could be leaving right now with Greg for all we know," shouted Nick, desperation now growing as he heard his voice spout out the possible reality of the situation. But as he was about to find out, it was the reality.

With all that Nick had said, Brass felt as if he was in an unbelievable and incredible awkward position at this moment, especially with now having to inform the two jumbled CSI's. "Nick, I have a woman on the other line that is telling me that she saw Calvin Richards and a second man put someone into the trunk of his car and then drive away. I asked her if she could give a description of the person who was put in the trunk, and from what it sounds like, the description seems to match Greg."

It was taking every fiber of Nick's being not to full blown unleash at this moment. Attempting to hold back his forming tears of rage, he asked with a dull voice and a clenched jaw, "So Calvin did kidnap Greg?"

"I'll get you guys that warrant and we'll get a team sent down there and we'll search Calvin's home. We'll get an APB put out on his car too and see if we can track it down," Brass insured the two emotionally disturbed CSI's standing before him. Returning to his phone call, he then addressed the very helpful witness. "Ms. Miller, we are going to be coming down there right now and when we get there, we're going to ask you a couple questions regarding what you saw."

"Yes of course," she politely insured Detective Brass. "I just want to help."

Alrighty… so, tell me tell me… what did you guys think :D?

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So there you have it, Chapter 13 and thanks to everyone who read it, and 14 will be here in due time :D!