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Chapter Nine
Two hours later everyone was back at the CSI headquarters. Grissom was pacing back and forth in his office like a caged lion, waiting for results. Not that there was much to wait for. They knew who it was and therefore there was no evidence to go through except what they found at the house which, Grissom knew, wasn't going to tell them anything of help. There was one other murder that he'd got Nick and Samantha working on.
Passing the office, Catherine glanced in and saw him prowling around from shelf to desk and back again, and she knocked on the door. He didn't hear her and she opened the door anyway.
"Gil?"
His head shot up from staring at his feet and he glared at her, before his gaze softened at the concern he saw on her face.
"Anything?"
He asked her.
"We got back the results of the blood found on the carpet. It was Jade's - but there wasn't enough for her to be seriously injured. It was probably when she was struggling against Baxter. The cloth we found did have chloroform on."
"Anything from the cops?"
"As of yet...no. But they're still looking. Brass just got back from a search but they found nothing."
Grissom frowned and went back to pacing.
"Grissom, go home." He glanced up at her. "There's nothing more you can do here. You need sleep Grissom."
"I'll sleep later."
"You won't. You'll sleep now. Go home. We'll call as soon as we hear anything."
Grissom stopped and looked at her, knowing she was right and not being able to come up with a good excuse to stay.
"Okay. But as soon as you hear 'anything' - "
" - I'll let you know."
He nodded and she stepped aside and waited for him to gather his things, then walked him down to the entrance. She watched him head out the door, then walked back to the office. On the way she passed Warrick.
"Have you seen Grissom?"
"He's just leaving, why?"
"Damn!"
He says as he ran to catch Grissom up.
Grissom had stopped outside, trying to find his car keys when he heard a van pull up, with darkened windows, and the sliding door in the side open after a pause. Simon was sitting there with a gun pointing at him. Grissom stared at him.
"Baxter."
"Empty your pockets and put your bag on the floor - carefully!"
Grissom complies and puts everything onto the ground.
"Now get in the van."
Grissom stands there for a moment, debating, then obeys. Just as he's stepping in the van he hears a voice call out form behind.
"Hey Grissom!"
It's Warrick. Grissom turns as Warrick realises what's going on. At the same time Simon grabs Grissom's shirt and pulls him in, leaning over and aiming the gun to fire. Warrick jolts as the bullet leaves the gun, then ducks and rolls sideways to behind a nearby wall for cover. He pulls out his gun and aims it at the van, as he mentally checks himself for injuries, but Simon shoots out at the street lamp, plunging the immediate area into darkness and making it hard for Warrick to see. Warrick can't fire because he doesn't want to hit Grissom. The moment is gone as the door is slammed shut and the van is started up. As it pulls out, Warrick runs out from his cover and quickly memorises the number plate on the van as officers and Brass rush out of the building having heard the gunfight from inside.
"Shit! Shit!!"
Warrick shouts as the van disappears, and he kicks the street lamp that now has glass shattered all around it.
"What happened?"
Brass asked, already suspecting the answer.
"Baxter's got Grissom. I was just coming to tell him to wait for a police escort because you thought Baxter might do something like this. I was too late."
"Did you get the number?"
Warrick nodded and told him everything about the van details, then he picked up Grissom's belongings and headed back inside where Catherine, Nick and Samantha had all come down to the reception to see what was going on.
"What happened? Where's Gil?"
"Baxter's got him."
"Damn."
Nick whispered slowly.
"Oh God."
Catherine said, pulling a hand through her hair. Brass came back in.
"We've got cops out looking for the van. Hopefully someone will spot it."
*****
Grissom was handcuffed in the back of the van when they reached the warehouse. Simon pulled out the garage remote from the glove compartment and opened the doors, then drove in. He switched the engine off and got out, opening the side door.
"Okay, out you get."
"Where are we? Where's Jade?"
"All in good time, Mr. Grissom. That way."
He gestured with the gun in the direction of the door. Grissom headed over, and with difficulty he opened the door and carried on down the corridor to a lift. Simon pressed the button and the doors opened. They got in and went down for what seemed like a long time. The basement was a labyrinth of corridors and doors leading to unknown rooms.
"This place is fantastic, isn't it? It was built for use when World War 2 started, just in case of a nuclear strike. We're far enough underground to be safe. Long since deserted. I bought the place before my business went under because I was planning on extending. Nobody knows it's still mine so we're perfectly safe."
He stopped outside a door and pulled out a key. He unlocked the door, then turned Grissom around and took off the cuffs. He opened the door and told Grissom to enter. He did, not seeing any point in being awkward at this time. He moved in backwards and watched Simon close the door. Simon opened the small shutter in the door and looked through.
"Enjoy your stay, oh, and I'd check on her - she's been a little quiet lately."
He closed the shutter as Grissom turned around and looked across the room. There was a bed in the corner - Jade was laying, her head turned away, a small blanket thrown over her. Her hands were above her head, handcuffed together around the bar of the headboard.
"Jade - "
He shot across the room to the bed and sat down on the side, leaning over her a little.
"Jade? Jade?"
He gently took hold of her chin and turned her head to face him. There was a small cut by her temple and dried blood.
"Jade...Jade, can you hear me?"
She moved her head slightly from his touch.
"Jade, come on answer me, open your eyes for me. Jade?"
The voice was persistent but it was the fingers pinching her earlobe that had the desired effect. She opened bleary green eyes and tried to focus on the man's face, it looked like Grissom, but she didn't know how it could be.
"That's more like it."
Her vision was still frighteningly unclear but the voice was unmistakable.
"Hey..."
His hand was on her face, holding it gently.
"Gil...?"
She whispered not sure of what she was seeing.
"Yeah, it's me honey. Everything's gonna be alright."
"...How...?"
"I don't know. But it will be. Brass and the others are out looking for us. They'll find us."
"My head hurts..."
"Looks like you've got a nasty cut there," he said fingering around the dried blood. "You might have a slight concussion."
"No might about it."
She half laughed. Gil checked the cuffs trying to find a way of relieving the pressure on her shoulders for her.
"Are these my cuffs?"
He suddenly asked, recognising a mark on them.
"He took them...out of the cupboard...had none of his own."
"Why don't you have some rest. I'm gonna see if I can remember how to trip the catch on these."
She nodded slightly and closed her eyes.
*****
"You think they'll find them quick?"
Warrick asked Catherine as he passed her a can from the fridge and sat down by the table in the break room.
"Well, they've got the number plate and van details so hopefully someone will spot it - it's not as if it can blend in easily."
Warrick nodded and took a gulp from his drink. Catherine looked through the open door to see Brass walking towards them.
"It's Brass."
She said to Warrick.
"Anything?"
Catherine asked standing up from her chair as Brass walked in. Nick wasn't far behind having seen him walk past the room he was working in.
"The vans been spotted heading out of Las Vegas. Just wondered if you wanted to come for the ride."
"You bet!"
Catherine pulled her coat from the chair and she and Warrick followed him out.
"I wouldn't miss this for anything."
Warrick stated.
"Call me as soon as you hear anything."
Nick shouted behind them.
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Chapter Nine
Two hours later everyone was back at the CSI headquarters. Grissom was pacing back and forth in his office like a caged lion, waiting for results. Not that there was much to wait for. They knew who it was and therefore there was no evidence to go through except what they found at the house which, Grissom knew, wasn't going to tell them anything of help. There was one other murder that he'd got Nick and Samantha working on.
Passing the office, Catherine glanced in and saw him prowling around from shelf to desk and back again, and she knocked on the door. He didn't hear her and she opened the door anyway.
"Gil?"
His head shot up from staring at his feet and he glared at her, before his gaze softened at the concern he saw on her face.
"Anything?"
He asked her.
"We got back the results of the blood found on the carpet. It was Jade's - but there wasn't enough for her to be seriously injured. It was probably when she was struggling against Baxter. The cloth we found did have chloroform on."
"Anything from the cops?"
"As of yet...no. But they're still looking. Brass just got back from a search but they found nothing."
Grissom frowned and went back to pacing.
"Grissom, go home." He glanced up at her. "There's nothing more you can do here. You need sleep Grissom."
"I'll sleep later."
"You won't. You'll sleep now. Go home. We'll call as soon as we hear anything."
Grissom stopped and looked at her, knowing she was right and not being able to come up with a good excuse to stay.
"Okay. But as soon as you hear 'anything' - "
" - I'll let you know."
He nodded and she stepped aside and waited for him to gather his things, then walked him down to the entrance. She watched him head out the door, then walked back to the office. On the way she passed Warrick.
"Have you seen Grissom?"
"He's just leaving, why?"
"Damn!"
He says as he ran to catch Grissom up.
Grissom had stopped outside, trying to find his car keys when he heard a van pull up, with darkened windows, and the sliding door in the side open after a pause. Simon was sitting there with a gun pointing at him. Grissom stared at him.
"Baxter."
"Empty your pockets and put your bag on the floor - carefully!"
Grissom complies and puts everything onto the ground.
"Now get in the van."
Grissom stands there for a moment, debating, then obeys. Just as he's stepping in the van he hears a voice call out form behind.
"Hey Grissom!"
It's Warrick. Grissom turns as Warrick realises what's going on. At the same time Simon grabs Grissom's shirt and pulls him in, leaning over and aiming the gun to fire. Warrick jolts as the bullet leaves the gun, then ducks and rolls sideways to behind a nearby wall for cover. He pulls out his gun and aims it at the van, as he mentally checks himself for injuries, but Simon shoots out at the street lamp, plunging the immediate area into darkness and making it hard for Warrick to see. Warrick can't fire because he doesn't want to hit Grissom. The moment is gone as the door is slammed shut and the van is started up. As it pulls out, Warrick runs out from his cover and quickly memorises the number plate on the van as officers and Brass rush out of the building having heard the gunfight from inside.
"Shit! Shit!!"
Warrick shouts as the van disappears, and he kicks the street lamp that now has glass shattered all around it.
"What happened?"
Brass asked, already suspecting the answer.
"Baxter's got Grissom. I was just coming to tell him to wait for a police escort because you thought Baxter might do something like this. I was too late."
"Did you get the number?"
Warrick nodded and told him everything about the van details, then he picked up Grissom's belongings and headed back inside where Catherine, Nick and Samantha had all come down to the reception to see what was going on.
"What happened? Where's Gil?"
"Baxter's got him."
"Damn."
Nick whispered slowly.
"Oh God."
Catherine said, pulling a hand through her hair. Brass came back in.
"We've got cops out looking for the van. Hopefully someone will spot it."
*****
Grissom was handcuffed in the back of the van when they reached the warehouse. Simon pulled out the garage remote from the glove compartment and opened the doors, then drove in. He switched the engine off and got out, opening the side door.
"Okay, out you get."
"Where are we? Where's Jade?"
"All in good time, Mr. Grissom. That way."
He gestured with the gun in the direction of the door. Grissom headed over, and with difficulty he opened the door and carried on down the corridor to a lift. Simon pressed the button and the doors opened. They got in and went down for what seemed like a long time. The basement was a labyrinth of corridors and doors leading to unknown rooms.
"This place is fantastic, isn't it? It was built for use when World War 2 started, just in case of a nuclear strike. We're far enough underground to be safe. Long since deserted. I bought the place before my business went under because I was planning on extending. Nobody knows it's still mine so we're perfectly safe."
He stopped outside a door and pulled out a key. He unlocked the door, then turned Grissom around and took off the cuffs. He opened the door and told Grissom to enter. He did, not seeing any point in being awkward at this time. He moved in backwards and watched Simon close the door. Simon opened the small shutter in the door and looked through.
"Enjoy your stay, oh, and I'd check on her - she's been a little quiet lately."
He closed the shutter as Grissom turned around and looked across the room. There was a bed in the corner - Jade was laying, her head turned away, a small blanket thrown over her. Her hands were above her head, handcuffed together around the bar of the headboard.
"Jade - "
He shot across the room to the bed and sat down on the side, leaning over her a little.
"Jade? Jade?"
He gently took hold of her chin and turned her head to face him. There was a small cut by her temple and dried blood.
"Jade...Jade, can you hear me?"
She moved her head slightly from his touch.
"Jade, come on answer me, open your eyes for me. Jade?"
The voice was persistent but it was the fingers pinching her earlobe that had the desired effect. She opened bleary green eyes and tried to focus on the man's face, it looked like Grissom, but she didn't know how it could be.
"That's more like it."
Her vision was still frighteningly unclear but the voice was unmistakable.
"Hey..."
His hand was on her face, holding it gently.
"Gil...?"
She whispered not sure of what she was seeing.
"Yeah, it's me honey. Everything's gonna be alright."
"...How...?"
"I don't know. But it will be. Brass and the others are out looking for us. They'll find us."
"My head hurts..."
"Looks like you've got a nasty cut there," he said fingering around the dried blood. "You might have a slight concussion."
"No might about it."
She half laughed. Gil checked the cuffs trying to find a way of relieving the pressure on her shoulders for her.
"Are these my cuffs?"
He suddenly asked, recognising a mark on them.
"He took them...out of the cupboard...had none of his own."
"Why don't you have some rest. I'm gonna see if I can remember how to trip the catch on these."
She nodded slightly and closed her eyes.
*****
"You think they'll find them quick?"
Warrick asked Catherine as he passed her a can from the fridge and sat down by the table in the break room.
"Well, they've got the number plate and van details so hopefully someone will spot it - it's not as if it can blend in easily."
Warrick nodded and took a gulp from his drink. Catherine looked through the open door to see Brass walking towards them.
"It's Brass."
She said to Warrick.
"Anything?"
Catherine asked standing up from her chair as Brass walked in. Nick wasn't far behind having seen him walk past the room he was working in.
"The vans been spotted heading out of Las Vegas. Just wondered if you wanted to come for the ride."
"You bet!"
Catherine pulled her coat from the chair and she and Warrick followed him out.
"I wouldn't miss this for anything."
Warrick stated.
"Call me as soon as you hear anything."
Nick shouted behind them.
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