Chapter 21
Greg was seated at a high chair pouring over sales records from the thousands of different shoes stores in Vegas trying to find the size 8 Diamond Lil that was the shoe print of their female suspect in Nick, and Warrick's kidnapping, and possibly Sara's. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and thought back to the bath and the sleep he was supposed to be having and groaned heavily.
"God, I'm not getting anywhere." Greg ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes for only a moment when his phone rang. Greg snatched it up quickly, hoping it was some good news for a change. "Sanders here." Greg spat out.
"Mr. Sanders. Hello again." Said a woman's voice smoothly. That same god damned woman who kidnapped Nick and Warrick!
"Hi. What do you want?" asked Greg cautiously, trying not to let his emotions get away from him.
"I was just checking up on you, seeing how things were going in the CSI lab." The woman replied.
"Things are fine, thanks." Greg said bitterly. The woman laughed quietly.
"My, such manners since last we spoke. Did you boss tell you to be nice to the evil kidnappers?"
"No, but we're getting much closer to catching you, so watch your back." Said Greg, sounding more sure of himself then he actually was.
"Is that what you think?" asked the woman gaily as if the two of them were good friends talking about the weather.
"It's what I'm telling you." Replied Greg evenly. "You see, we brought in your partner, David Mile and he told us all about your little scheme. We're coming after you hon." Lied Greg, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of her.
"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. I've never heard of David Mile." Said the woman, maintaining her calm exterior.
"Oh come on, everyone's heard of David Mile." Explained Greg, "I know you know him, he told us all about how you met."
"Did he? That's extremely odd, since he's lying."
"Why would he lie?"
"Why does anyone lie, Mr. Sanders?"
"Many reasons."
"Good." Announced the female voice coldly, "then pick one."
"Ok, just because you kidnapped Warrick right from out from under our noses, doesn't mean you can be so confident lady. We're hot on your heels, so be sure you can handle the fire."
"Brave words Mr. Sanders, especially since they are not true." Greg froze, how did she know? Did she just guess like he was doing? Lying to get a reaction.
"They are true, and I hope you believe that or else you're going to be one unprepared lady."
"Don't patronise me Mr. Sanders." The voice scolded harshly, "it is you who should be prepared for the next step, because we're getting closer to the end, and time is running out for your dear CSI friends."
"There's still time." Said Greg defiantly, "we have 4 more hours at least…"
"You think so? Check the labs Mr. Sanders, one more is missing from your rank and yes, time is running out faster then you know, and soon, very soon it will be too late!" interrupted the woman and Greg could hear a click at the end of the other line.
"Wait!" shouted Greg and then clicked off his phone angrily, "Shit." In Greg's wild state of mind he swiped the papers containing the sales records of the Diamond Lil to the floor and glared down at them, as if his problems were their fault. "Shit!" Greg swore louder and ran towards the door, but something caught his eye before he made it there, and he doubled back to look at the sheet. It held the sales records for a size 8 Diamond Lil sold about 6 weeks ago. The buyer:
David Mile.
A/N: YAY! Next chappie, up! I did like writing this quite a lot, although I wish it was longer…but if turned out fine none-the-less….review!