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Chapter Eight.

Grissom was sitting on the porch, head in hands, when Brass showed up.

"Gil?"

Brass said gently. Grissom looked up.

"I shouldn't have left her alone, Jim."

He said shaking his head.

"You weren't to know. None of us did. I've got every available cop searching for her and Simon Baxter."

Grissom nodded.

"Catherine and Warrick are processing the...scene. But I don't think they'll find anything that'll help."

"Nick said that you knew this man somehow...?"

"He was a suspect in a murder a few years ago. I found some evidence that put him at the scene of the crime. It wasn't until his name was out in the public that we found out the evidence had been planted. He was exonerated, every charge was dropped. But the bad publicity ruined his life, his business into liquidation and his wife left him. He blamed me. Last time I heard he was in a psychiatric hospital after having suffered a breakdown."

"He got out a few months ago."

Brass told him. Grissom nodded.

"Grissom!"

Warrick called coming from inside the house. Grissom looked round and stood. Brass followed him in.

"I've found something."

Warrick said from the doorway leading to the bedrooms. He walked back down and Grissom followed. So did Brass and Catherine who was processing the kitchen. Warrick led them into Grissom's bedroom and pointed to a book that lay open on the bed. Grissom walked over, pulling on a glove.

"It's Jade's quote book. Whenever she finds a quote she likes she writes it down."

"One of them's circled."

Warrick stated. Grissom bent over the book and stared at the circled quote. For a moment he just stood there looking at it.

"What is it?"

Catherine said, she glanced from Grissom to Warrick, who looked very solemn.

"What does it say? Gil?"

She asked again.

"He's circled a quote and written beside it that time is running out."

Grissom said, not shining much light on the matter, leaving the others still in the dark.

"He's circled. 'Every crime will tell it's tale upon the Day of Judgement.' "

"Day of Judgement? Does he mean July 4th?"

Brass asked.

"But that's two days away."

Catherine said. Grissom nodded and turned back to face them.

"Then we have two days to find her before..."

He left the sentence unfinished and walked out.

*****

The freezing water hitting her full in the face brought her back to reality with frightening precision. She opened her eyes, gasping at the cold, then the pain that struck through her head like lightning. She couldn't see, something was wrapped around her eyes. She tried to move her hands up to her head, but couldn't move them. She felt panic hit her, as she struggled against the cold metal wrapped around her wrists. Then fear radiated around her as she felt a hand touch her face and she froze, paralysed with horror.

"Shh."

A voice whispered in her ear. She started to shake as she remembered who it was and what had happened.

"Everything's gonna be okay."

"Who are you?"

She asked, her voice shaking.

"That doesn't matter. Not to you. You just relax now. You've got a nasty cut on your head."

"Please take the blindfold off."

She tried to keep her voice strong, but his hand stroking her cheek just kept shivers running through her.

"Okay, honey."

She felt his hand move up to the back of her head and untie the cloth. As he pulled it away she had to squint from the bright light, but she soon regained her full vision and got a look at her captor. He looked normal, she thought. An average guy, except that he looked very tired. She didn't want to think what could have made a normal person do what he had done and for a moment she felt sorry for him. Just for a moment.

"What do you want with me?"

She questioned outright.

"Oh, it's not you personally. It's Gil Grissom."

"What do you want with him? And why take me?"

"He needs to be taught a lesson. He made a mistake and he has to pay. And you're going to help me pay him back."

"Whatever he's done, I'm sure he's sorry and he's tried to fix it any way he can - "

"NO! He needs to pay. He took my life away from me and all I got was a formal apology. I lost my wife! My job! And it's all because of him!"

She didn't know what to say to that so she just stayed quiet. He calmed very quickly, which scared her. He was obviously a loose cannon that could turn at the slightest thing.

"Suppose I'd better call him, Mm? I'm sure he'd like that."

*****

When the phone went, everyone stopped dead and looked over at it, then at Grissom. For a moment he just stood there, then he got his legs working and he ran over and picked it up.

"Grissom."

He said shortly. His face contorts as someone speaks to him. Catherine can see the fear which is quickly replaced by anger.

"Let me talk to her."

More talking on the other end.

"I need to know that's she's okay. Put her on the phone."

He said sternly. There's a pause. Then Jade's voice comes on the other end.

"Gil?"

Grissom looks slightly relieved.

"Jade, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm okay but - "

He hears a sudden movement and the man's voice comes back onto the phone.

"You've spoken to her, happy now?"

"Why are you doing this? Why involve Jade?"

"To get back at you, of course." He said as if it should be obvious. "I want you to hurt, I want you to suffer. I've taken away something you care about like you did to me. How does it feel, huh?"

"What do you want from me? Money? An apology? What?"

"I contact you sometime and let you know. Bye now."

The phone goes dead. Grissom stares at it for a moment, then puts it down.

"Grissom? Gil?"

Catherine calls to him.

"What did he say? Is Jade okay?"

"She says she's fine. But I don't know for how long. He says he wants me to suffer, to know what it's like to lose something you love."

"We'll find her Gil." Brass says from by the table, next to Warrick. "We'll find her before anything happens. I promise you."

Grissom just nodded, knowing that things didn't always turn out how you hoped.

*****

Shoving the spoon into the soup, Simon stirred the hot meal and sat himself down on the edge of the bed next to Jade. She stared at him defiantly as he lifted up the spoon and held it to her mouth.

"Now open wide."

He said, his own mouth wide in that way parents to when feeding little children. She just stared at him.

"Go to hell."

"Now, now. Is that any way to treat someone who's just being nice to you. Now open wide."

She did as she was told and slurped up what was on the spoon.

"Now swallow."

He said, patronisingly. For a moment she was about to, then had other ideas. She looked at him and spat the soup into his face. He shouted out in alarm and stands suddenly, the bowl of soup going flying all over the floor. He lifts up the tray the bowl was on and slams it into her head, knocking her half unconscious.

"You stupid little bitch!!! You'll get no more food today!!!"

Jade's too busy trying to get rid of the ringing in her ears and stars in her vision to take any notice of what he's saying. He calms down quickly.

"I have to go out for a while now - I'm gonna leave you thinking about what you've done. And if you're a good girl I might give you the surprise I'm bringing back."

He turned and walked out of the room, leaving the bowl and tray on the floor, and Jade feeling nauseous on the bed.



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