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Greg and Riley were back from Tatum's apartment and were running through everything they found at Tatum's apartment or what they didn't find.

"Some of her clothes were missing, some books, her prenatal vitamins and her spare pistol," said Greg.

"There was an empty apartment next to Tatum's which is how he got into the attic and was able to film her and he was all over her apartment. We found his prints almost everywhere," said Riley. Nick wasn't surprised to here that Nigel had been all over her apartment.

"Why take her personal effects?" asked Catherine.

"It shows he doesn't intend to kill her or he's going to keep her for a long time and than kill her," said Grissom.

"Well considering he took her prenatal drugs I'm gonna guess he plans on keeping her alive and cared for…in a manner of speaking," said Greg.

"Any luck with the trace on the webcam?" asked Riley.

"It's a live feed Archie's having trouble trying to pin point it. It just keeps bouncing from one server to the next," said Nick.

"Well considering he went on a food run he's been seen by someone and Archie was able to get a print out of the Chinese place he went to," said Catherine showing them a still that showed the bag clearly. "Wall of China only thirty of them in the area. And I'm still waiting for the prison to send me the video footage of the day Nigel was released."

"So what someone forges so documents to get Nigel released and than what? They just turn him loose and wait to see what kind of hell he causes? I know we don't care about motive but this is weird," said Riley. Greg was looking at a copy of the forged documents and frowned.

"What is it Greg?" asked Grissom.

"The writing…it's really familiar," said Greg.

"Archie is getting ready to do a comparison," said Nick. Greg kept looking at the forms and than he got a look on his face that worried Nick.

"The gun records," muttered Greg.

"What?" asked Grissom.

"The records that showed the gun that was used to kill Warrick was destroyed and the records showing Nigel should be released...they're the same handwriting," said Greg.

"Are you sure?" asked Nick.

"I didn't spend over five hours staring at those documents to not remember them."

"Well Pritchard is dead and McKeen is in jail who the hell forged these?" asked Nick. "Another mole?"

"Why didn't McKeen give them up though?" asked Catherine.

"He needed someone to do his dirty work on the outside," said Grissom looking at Nick.

"Ok so we're looking at another officer. Who though?" asked Catherine.

"I have no idea," said Grissom rubbing his temple. "Ok Catherine get on the phone and get those damn tapes, Greg, Riley divide and conquer on where Nigel bought dinner for Tatum. Nick you're with me." Everyone went off and Grissom looked at Nick.

"I heard you took a pot shot at McKeen before he was brought in."

"I'm not proud of it. It was stupid and now someone I care about is paying for it. Trust me I already feel like shit."

"You should feel like shit," said a male voice. Nick turned around and saw Alec standing there glaring at him. "Thanks for keeping me in loop."

"Detective Norwich," said Grissom putting himself between Alec and Nick.

"I found out your psycho stalker escaped prison and kidnapped my partner and girlfriend," said Alec quietly.

"This isn't the time or place for this," said Nick.

"You're right it's not," said Alec glaring at him. "For we know she's already dead and posed in a bathroom somewhere like that other girl who didn't even know you."

"What happened to her wasn't my fault," snapped Nick.

"Whatever happens to Tatum is though!" You think I don't know that?

"Detective Norwich I assure you Tatum is still alive and we're doing everything we can to find her," said Grissom. Alec glared at Nick again.

"How do you know that?" asked Alec.

"Follow me," said Grissom leaving the room. Alec threw another dirty look at Nick and followed Grissom down the hall to AV where Archie still had the video feed of Tatum up. Grissom pointed at the screen. "It's a live feed." Alec looked at the screen in horror.

"Oh god," muttered Alec taking in where Tatum was being held. Nick looked at screen again and saw that Nigel was still with her and had his hands over her bump and Tatum was using every ounce of self control to not snap at Nigel.

Just hang in there sweetheart, thought Nick.

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I just want his hands off me…I want to take the hottest shower possible with Lava soap to get the feel of him off me. The last time she felt this way was eight years ago when she woke up in the hospital after she had been raped and she couldn't count how many showers she had taken till she finally felt clean.

"I think after you have the baby we should get out of Vegas…nothing good ever happened to me here." He was rubbing her shoulders now and all she wanted to do was scream. She nodded, her brain didn't have any functioning skills for talking to this mad man who had been in her home, knew details about her life that she wished she could forget and now he wouldn't keep his damn hands off her. How long have I been here? Where the hell am I? She looked around the room again and she was starting to feel that there was something familiar about this room and she couldn't figure out what though and it was pissing her off. How the hell are they going to find me?

She knew they found Sidle, but they had a freaky miniature to go on, they found Nick but then again they had a web cam on him and…Web cam!!!! She looked up at the light above her and wondered…would he broadcast this? Why not he's a freak who's admitted to watching me for awhile. Oh god have they been watching me this whole time?

"What's wrong?" asked Nigel.

"I don't feel good," muttered Tatum. Her headache was coming back and she felt sick to her stomach.

"Come on…keep talking to me," said Nigel.

"Bout what?" It was hard to keep her eyes open, her whole body felt like a dead weight. She felt him pull her close to him and she shivered again.

"Stop that!" snapped Nigel.

"What?" asked Tatum.

"Flinching every time I touch you! I'm not gonna hurt you!"

"Could have fooled me," muttered Tatum and he grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled.

"Stop it! Now talk to me," he said quietly.

"I'm tried."

"Too bad I wanna talk to you. Oh yes we were talking about Nick weren't we? About how badly things went between you…"

"God just leave me alone," muttered Tatum. She felt like shit and just wanted to go to sleep.

"I just wanna know why you picked him for your first time…all those years and you pick him for your first time in what eight years?"

"It was dumb…I was dumb…I thought," she started to blackout and he shook her awake. "I thought I meant something. What…what did you give me?" Tatum passed out again and Nigel shook her awake again.

"Stay awake!"

"Can't…I…I've been here before…they were here too…you," It was getting harder to breathe. "What did you give me!"

"Nothing!" lied Nigel.

"I…I….can't…." Now it hurt to breathe.

"You're lying…trying to trick me!"

"No…can't…" They're not gonna find me…not in time…She started to hyperventilate. "Can't…breathe!"

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"What the hell is wrong with her!" snapped Alec watching the monitor.

"If he tried to drug her she could be having a bad reaction to it," said Grissom. "Respiratory depression can happen with certain drugs…GHB, rohypnol, chloral hydrate…"

"So we get to stand here and watch her die now," snapped Alec. Nick was trying to think about what Tatum had been saying before she started to lose it.

"I've been here before…they were here too." They who…why had she been there before or was it just the drugs talking? Think damn it, why couldn't he think? He looked at screen again and Tatum was starting to get red in the face and was struggling for air.

He couldn't breath; the damn light kept turning off the fan that was giving him that little extra bit of air. He was trapped here in this damn plastic coffin with no way out; he was going to die here in this tiny, dark, airless coffin…just like those

"The girls," muttered Nick.

"What?" asked Alec glaring at Nick.

"She said she had been there before and that they were there too. That room was where the girls who were being trafficked were being held and that's where she is!" Why didn't he recognize it before he had spent hours processing that room. Tatum took each girl out of that room one by one and she talked to each one of them before CPS took them.

"Are you sure?" asked Grissom looking at him.

"I'm sure. That's where he has her!" said Nick. Grissom pulled out his cell phone and called Brass.

"We know where Crane is holding Tatum. Get the SWAT ready and have an ambulance with them." Grissom paused. "She's still alive." The for now was unspoken.

"We'll meet you there," said Grissom hanging up. "Archie keep watching the feed. Nick you're with me," Grissom turned to leave and Alec spoke up.

"I'm coming with you."

"No you're not," said Grissom calmly.

"She's my partner."

"And your girlfriend. You could put her in danger," said Grissom. Alec just glared at Nick.

"And he's not going to…"

"I'm not going to stand here and waste time. She could be dying and needs our help. You wanna have a pissing contest with me do it later," said Nick walking away and towards the garage. Grissom was behind him a moment later.

"If we can't get Nigel to talk to us and release Tatum, we'll need you to talk to him. I hate to put you in this position but we may not have a choice Nick."

"I just want her to be safe Griss. I don't care what I have to do to make that happen," said Nick getting in the car and letting Grissom take the driver's seat. He flipped on the lights, not the sirens though and started to speed through the streets of Vegas. Just hang in there a bit longer honey…we're coming for you.

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He uncuffed her from the wall and she just slumped against the wall. It was getting harder to breathe.

"Get up," ordered Nigel." Her legs had fallen asleep and she couldn't get up even if she wanted to. He kicked her legs and she moaned.

"Can't," she wheezed. I'm gonna die here…my baby…she hadn't felt it kick in hours she didn't know if it was sleeping or had something happened to it. She couldn't remember how he got her out of the garage to here. Whatever he did that could have hurt the baby. She looked up at the light above her and wondered if they anyone was watching this. Would they show this to her dad, to Alec, to Nick?

Nigel laid her down and looked at her worried. He didn't mean to make her sick, he just wanted her to go to sleep for a little bit so he could take her somewhere a bit nicer than here. She was losing color in her face, her eyes were starting to glaze over and she was starting to wheeze less.

"My baby," she muttered. Nigel started to pace, she wasn't faking it and he didn't know what to do.

"I didn't mean to hurt you." He knelt down next her and smoothed out her hair. "I don't know what to do." She was gasping for air and her eyes started to roll up in her head.

"NO!" she went still, she stopped moving and breathing. "Tatum…oh please wake up," Nigel hugged her close and cried. He didn't mean to hurt her, he saw how much Nick had hurt her just like he had hurt him and he knew that they were meant to be together.

"I wanted to make you happy." He laid her back down and sat there looking at her.

"NIGEL CRANE! LVPD! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" How did they find me?

"WE JUST WANT THE GIRL BACK NIGEL!" called the cops. It was quite for a few minutes and than he started talking.

"NIGEL…NIGEL REMEMBER ME… IT'S ME NICK STOKES….JUST COME OUT NICE AND EASY AND WE'LL TALK OK." Nigel looked over at Tatum's body.

"We'll give him the best he's ever had." Nigel pulled out Tatum's spare pistol and rechecked to make sure it was loaded. "See you soon honey."

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"We checked the perimeter and we found a four door black sedan that matches what was on the cameras and the back door has been jimmied open recently," said a uniform who was first on the scene. The club had been closed soon after they finished the investigation and it had been closed. Brass dismissed the officer and Grissom and Nick looked at the building.

"SWAT is getting ready to see if they can make contact with Nigel," said Brass he handed Grissom a bag with some small vials in it. "They found these in the glove box."

"Could be GHB," he said.

"I think they're ready," said Nick. SWAT got into position and the captain got on the megaphone. Nick, Grissom and Brass stood next to him.

"NIGEL CRANE! LVPD! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" he wanted a few moments before speaking up again. "WE JUST WANT THE GIRL BACK NIGEL!" There was nothing.

"Let me try," said Nick. The SWAT captain just looked at him like he was nuts. "I have a history with this guy. Let me try please." The SWAT captain looked at Brass and Brass gave him the ok and the bullhorn was handed to Nick. He took a deep breath and tried to organize his thoughts. Please let her be ok.

"NIGEL…NIGEL REMEMBER ME… IT'S ME NICK STOKES….JUST COME OUT NICE AND EASY AND WE'LL TALK OK." They waited and heard nothing. Nick went to speak again when the sound of a gunshot filled the silence. No!!!! Nick dropped the bullhorn, drew his pistol and took off towards the building.

"NICK!" ordered Grissom. He didn't care what happened to him, he just wanted her to be ok. The trap door leading to the basement was opened and he ran down the stairs and the hall. The door was locked and he threw himself against it twice before it gave and he looked into the room and went cold.

Nigel was dead, a single gun shot wound to the head, he had a sick smile on his face. No! He was looking over at Tatum who was lying motionless in the middle of the room. Nick didn't care if he ruined evidence, moved the body, or messed up the scene. He went over to Tatum and got down next to her.

"Come on honey," Nick picked her up and cradled her. "It's not your day." He couldn't find a pulse. "Don't you dare quit on me!" Nick put her back down and started CPR. Don't let her die, please god, don't take her! She doesn't deserve this…not this!

"Nick…let her go," said Grissom. He ignored him and kept doing CPR. "You can't help her." No…not giving up on her. She wouldn't give up on me!

"DAMN IT TATUM BREATHE!" screamed Nick and he started again. Grissom went to pull him away when Tatum drew in a small wheezing breath and twitched.

"GET THE MEDICS!" yelled Grissom. Nick picked her up and felt a pulse, it was weak and almost not there.

"Tatum. Come on Tatum look at me." The medics pushed him out the way and got an oxygen mask on her.

"Respiratory depression. Give me the nikethamide," ordered a medic and his partner dug it out of the kit and injected Tatum. She was wheezing into the mask but her eyes were still shut and her pulse was still weak. They got her on a stretcher and started to wheel her out.

"I'm going with them," said Nick before Grissom could say anything. He followed the medics and they looked at him surprised when he got in the back of the ambulance with them.

"Sir you need to…"Nick interrupted the medic.

"I'm the father of her baby. I'm going with her."

"Come on we need to her and this baby to the ER." They shut the door and took off. Nick reached over and took her hand.

"Come on baby fight!" whispered Nick. The medics were calling orders back and forth, they injected Tatum again and it looked like color was starting to come back to her face.

"ETA six minutes," said the medic who was driving. Nick felt Tatum's hand clench his. He looked back down at her and she was looking at him.

"Hi honey," he said quietly. She closed her eyes again but didn't let go of his hand.

Notes-GHB overdose can lead to respiratory depression and in some cases death. Nikethamide can be used to treat respiratory depression or at least that's what Wikipedia said and I have no medical training other than watching House and Scrubs.

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