A/N:I'm sorry that like every chapter takes a long time to write now but I
was out of town last week and now access to the internet sorry (. I swear I
separated the scenes on the last chapter it just didn't show up so I'm
trying a different approach this time. Thank you for all the reviews even
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at the beginning that I wouldn't be offended so I'm going to stick to my
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Ch 9
When Catherine opened her eyes her vision was kinda fuzzy and it took her a minute to remember what had happened. She could tell she was in a completely different place where she had been attacked. Apparently he had switched hideouts before Brass could show up.
'Of course he knew I would have called in backup' she said mentally kicking herself for not waiting. 'Damnit I should have known better'.
She looked around and at first saw no sign of Greg but her eyes quickly adjusted to the dark and she spied him sitting up against the corner. He wasn't moving meaning one of three things: 1 he was asleep, 2 he was unconscious, or 3 he was dead. She hoped it was one of the first two.
Suddenly she realized she wasn't tied up but her joy filtered away when she realized there was some sort of iron looking bracelet on her wrist. She knew what it was for it was obvious.
'At least I can check on Greg' she thought crawling over to him. Her head hurt so bad she wondered if she had a minor concussion. She reached Greg and was very surprised to see him awake.
"Catherine what are you doing here?" apparently he had only just woken up.
"Shhhh, do you know where we are?" she asked looking around but failing miserably to recognize anything.
"No you?"
"Nope" she replied back.
"How did you end up here?" he asked and she noticed he hadn't moved since they had been talking.
"I saw you in the alleyway I called back up but I doubt it'll do any good now. Can you move?" she asked lightly pulling him up into a more comfortable position.
"Yeah but I'd rather not it hurts." He said giving a slight grin in her direction.
"How's your arm?"
"How'd you know about that?" he said surprised.
"Long story just answer the question." She said getting alittle impatient.
"It hurts that's all I can tell you sorry."
"Don't be it's not your fault. You saved Nick's life you know." She said smiling.
"Lot of good it will do now he'll just go back and finish where he left off." He said gloomily.
"I was trying to get away to warn you guys, to tell you who it was."
"We already know Greg it's okay."
"Are you hurt any where else I saw that fight you got into with Patrick." He seemed so different from his cheery annoy the hell out of you self.
"Well not from the fight if you wanna call it that but I did burn my hands getting out of the ropes." He held up his hands for her to see.
"Damn Greg that looks bad." She said wincing at all of the blood from the cuts and burns.
"I guess I did it for nothing." He said and she could tell by his voice that he was giving up.
"I don't believe that Greg. Everyone has been really worried and now at least they know your okay."
"You wouldn't be here if I had just stayed put."
"That was totally my fault so just stop it." she said getting up.
"Where are you going?"
"See if I can find some water for your hands I thought I saw a sink somewhere." She started walking around until she bumped into the sink.
'Must be some old kitchen or something.' She thought to herself. If it was no one had used it in a really long; time the place looked molded and roaches where crawling all over. She couldn't help but think that Grissom would feel very welcomed here.
She dug around in her jacket pockets looking for one of the Petri dish type things she used to collect evidence. Once she had filled it with water she walked back over to Greg.
"Let me see your hands." She said waiting arm extended.
"That water is probably contaminated with all kinds of germs and things it's inevitable in a dump like this."
"Greg just give me your hand it'll be worse if you don't get it washed off."
"Like that stuff won't make it worse." He said looking alittle bit more like his six year old self now that he had something to argue about.
"Greg if you don't give me your hands right now you won't have any hands when I'm through!" she said this menacingly but she wasn't yelling.
He knew he'd never win so he held up his hands for her saying "Alright you don't have to get violent."
She began to gently poor the water over his hands while he whined about bacteria and germs and how the water hurt like hell.
"Greg just shut up." She said when she came back about the fourth time with more water.
His hands finally looked as though almost all the blood had been washed away and she sat down next to him exhausted from hearing him complain the whole time and rolled her eyes heaven ward.
After a couple of minutes of well deserved silence Greg asked "How's Jessica?
Something that had been plaguing him since his abduction.
"Worried sick but she's fine. She's probably a lot better since that call I made to Brass."
"Yeah I hope so" he said a kind of far off look in his eyes.
Just then her cell phone started ringing.
"You have your cell phone?!"
"I forgot about it!" she said desperately digging in her pocket.
She finally found it "Hello?" "Warrick I'm here with Greg but." She was cut off when the door swung open and Patrick ripped the phone out of her hands.
He'd changed since the incident at the hospital and was in men's attire. Apparently he had heard the phone ringing.
"Warrick it's a good thing you called I didn't think to check her for a phone." He sneered and clicked it off.
~*~ An hour earlier
Lindsey had been quiet for the first twenty minutes before she started getting bored and asking a thousand questions even though she promised not to.
Warrick couldn't fathom where she came up with some of them but he knew it was driving him insane.
"Lindsey you know I love you right?" he asked putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Yes" she said momentarily still.
"Okay do you understand why I need you to be quiet?"
"Yes but."
"Ahh no buts" he said putting his finger up to her lips. "I'm in the middle of a really important case now if I take my finger away are you going to be quiet?" he slowly began to remove his finger but quickly placed it there again when she immediately opened her mouth to speak.
"No don't answer just go sit down or something anything that's quiet and doesn't involve leaving this room."
He pulled his finger away; she nodded and sat back down to her game.
She kept her word for a long time and by then she was so tired she just fell asleep.
It was over an hour since Catherine left and he decided to call her on her cell. He was about to hang up when she answered urgency imprinted on every sound wave of her voice.
"Catherine where are you?" she was in the middle of her reply when she went silent and a male voice replaced hers.
He listened to the dial tone for a moment before clicking off the phone.
This clearly meant that she was captive along with Greg now. He looked over at Lindsey. She was sleeping there so peacefully she had no idea what had happened. He'd have to tell her but not yet.
He looked down the hall which was still being repaired from the fire but the only person he saw was Hodges. He knew Catherine wouldn't be happy if she knew he'd left Lindsey alone with Hodges of all people but wasn't left a whole lot of choice.
"Hodges I need you to do me a big favor but it's important."
"What now?" he asked in his exasperated I feel so used tone.
Warrick wanted to tell him to stuff it but knew he'd never stay if he did.
"See that little girl in there?" he indicated Lindsey's sleeping form.
"Yeah" he said cautiously.
"I just found out that Catherine is being held hostage and that's her little girl in there. I'm babysitting her but I have to go talk to Brass, I need you to watch her for a little while."
"But I. I don't do well with kids."
"She's asleep how hard can it be? Please Hodges this is really important."
"Fine but you owe me big time" he sighed walking in and plopping down in Warrick's chair.
"Don't let her out of your sight." he said before running down the hall to find Brass.
He gave up and dialed his cell number.
"Brass speaking."
"I talked to Catherine Patrick has her" he said totally out of breath.
"Shit. Just calm down she called earlier saying she knew where Greg was I told her not to go in I guess she didn't listen."
"Where are you?"
"I'm in an alley way behind North Street we were about to send in SWAT when you called."
"I'm on my way." He clicked off half way to his car.
Brass came up to meet him when he got there.
Warrick rolled down his window so Brass could talk to him.
"We stormed the place from both entrances but he already left with them. The scenes all yours." He said waving his hand towards the open door.
"Wait a minute this is right next to where Patrick's or should I say James mother lives. Cath was down here interviewing her." Warrick shook his head.
"I'll send in O'Reilly while you process."
"Alright" he said getting out of his car and walking into the room where Greg had been held captive for days.
He looked around to get his bearings and noticed the lighter surrounded by a small pool of blood and some ropes. No doubt from Greg trying to get away. 'Guess it didn't work' he thought to himself remembering Catherine had said she was with Greg.
He noticed an even smaller pool of blood close to a corner not far from the lighter. He collected samples of the blood and labeled them according to which puddle it came from.
He bagged the lighter and ropes then thought 'where is her purse surely Patrick didn't want it'.
He went back out the alley way shining his flash light around until the beams landed on her purse laying on it's side contents halfway spilled out. 'She must have seen Greg dropped her purse then followed into the room where she was apprehended by Patrick and taken to the new hideout. But if Greg tried to escape why is he still with Catherine and Patrick? Unless Greg was stopped and that's why she followed in. Brass did say she had seen Greg didn't he?' His thoughts where interrupted by O'Reilly reporting that the mother hadn't seen Catherine since she kicked her out the back door when her husband came home.
"Well that's what she said I think we should take her in for more questioning."
"Alright she's with Brass should we bring in the husband too?"
"Yeah" Warrick replied bending down to bag the purse he knew it wouldn't tell him anything since she dropped it before the encounter with Patrick but anything found at the scene was evidence.
He got in his Tahoe and started back towards the lab he was in deep thought about Catherine and was surprised when he arrived at the lab. He hadn't even been aware of driving there.
He dropped off the blood and things with Greg's temporary replacement and headed back to where he had left Lindsey and Hodges.
He hoped she hadn't woken up yet but he hadn't heard of any nuclear explosions from Hodges so far.
He cracked open the door to see them sitting across from each other while Hodges was giving a very scientific definition to something she had asked.
She didn't seem to understand it so she interrupted him with another question. "Do dustpan lines ever really go away?" she asked totally serious.
He paused for a split second then started explaining "You see the dust particles cling to the ground and dustpan by means of gravitational force and some get pushed underneath the dustpan and even if you get it to where you can't see the line any more there are tiny microscopic particles of traces of dirt which."
"Does it go away?" she interrupted the conversation going slightly over her head.
"No"
Warrick thought they seemed to be having fun so he quietly closed the door and went to do some more research on James Collins. All he wanted was to find Catherine but he knew this was going to have to be the first step.
~*~
Sara felt this strange warmth beside her. Once again she knew it wasn't her bedroom she wasn't in her bed at home and half of her was wrapped in something warm.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she drank in the sight of the hospital room. Grissom's hospital room. What the hell? So that was what had felt so warm.
Why was she lying in Grissom's hospital bed with Grissom?
Oh yeah he loves me she thought and smiled remembering they're earlier confessions.
"Sara?" he asked stirring.
"Yeah Gil?"
"Why do you always answer my questions with questions?"
Smiling she said "why do you answer my questions with questions?"
She turned to face him and he ran his finger down her jaw line. "Do you want some breakfast?" she asked breaking the comfortable silence.
"Sure why not."
She got up saying "Here we go with the questions again."
She was standing in line at McDonalds while the stupid cashier guy asked for the millionth time if she wanted dressing on her salad.
"NO!" she yelled right before her cellphone started ringing.
"Excuse me a moment. Hello?"
"Hey Sara I heard you got out of the hospital today." It was Warrick.
"Yeah I did why?"
"Sara I gotta tell you something Cath she-" he sighed "Cath was taken by Patrick."
"What oh my God I don't believe this how?"
"I'll give you the details later but I can tell you that Greg is okay and I'm the only person left here. I'm gonna call in some people from dayshift like Adam and maybe Lorelai but I'm still gonna need you if you feel up to it."
"Yeah I'm on my way." She hung up and was about to push open the door when the stupid cashier called after her.
He handed her, her salad which was saturated in dressing. She just handed it back to him and walked out.
She stopped by Grissom's room on the way "Hey Gil no time for food I'm in a hurry Patrick has Catherine and Warrick needs me at the lab."
She was half way out the door when she poked her head in and said "by the way Greg's alright." She said and walked out leaving him with his mouth hanging open in the empty room.
She made a quick pit stop by Archie's room knowing he would want to know how Greg was then she was in her car on her way to observe the evidence and lock up the bad guys. That was her job.
Ch 9
When Catherine opened her eyes her vision was kinda fuzzy and it took her a minute to remember what had happened. She could tell she was in a completely different place where she had been attacked. Apparently he had switched hideouts before Brass could show up.
'Of course he knew I would have called in backup' she said mentally kicking herself for not waiting. 'Damnit I should have known better'.
She looked around and at first saw no sign of Greg but her eyes quickly adjusted to the dark and she spied him sitting up against the corner. He wasn't moving meaning one of three things: 1 he was asleep, 2 he was unconscious, or 3 he was dead. She hoped it was one of the first two.
Suddenly she realized she wasn't tied up but her joy filtered away when she realized there was some sort of iron looking bracelet on her wrist. She knew what it was for it was obvious.
'At least I can check on Greg' she thought crawling over to him. Her head hurt so bad she wondered if she had a minor concussion. She reached Greg and was very surprised to see him awake.
"Catherine what are you doing here?" apparently he had only just woken up.
"Shhhh, do you know where we are?" she asked looking around but failing miserably to recognize anything.
"No you?"
"Nope" she replied back.
"How did you end up here?" he asked and she noticed he hadn't moved since they had been talking.
"I saw you in the alleyway I called back up but I doubt it'll do any good now. Can you move?" she asked lightly pulling him up into a more comfortable position.
"Yeah but I'd rather not it hurts." He said giving a slight grin in her direction.
"How's your arm?"
"How'd you know about that?" he said surprised.
"Long story just answer the question." She said getting alittle impatient.
"It hurts that's all I can tell you sorry."
"Don't be it's not your fault. You saved Nick's life you know." She said smiling.
"Lot of good it will do now he'll just go back and finish where he left off." He said gloomily.
"I was trying to get away to warn you guys, to tell you who it was."
"We already know Greg it's okay."
"Are you hurt any where else I saw that fight you got into with Patrick." He seemed so different from his cheery annoy the hell out of you self.
"Well not from the fight if you wanna call it that but I did burn my hands getting out of the ropes." He held up his hands for her to see.
"Damn Greg that looks bad." She said wincing at all of the blood from the cuts and burns.
"I guess I did it for nothing." He said and she could tell by his voice that he was giving up.
"I don't believe that Greg. Everyone has been really worried and now at least they know your okay."
"You wouldn't be here if I had just stayed put."
"That was totally my fault so just stop it." she said getting up.
"Where are you going?"
"See if I can find some water for your hands I thought I saw a sink somewhere." She started walking around until she bumped into the sink.
'Must be some old kitchen or something.' She thought to herself. If it was no one had used it in a really long; time the place looked molded and roaches where crawling all over. She couldn't help but think that Grissom would feel very welcomed here.
She dug around in her jacket pockets looking for one of the Petri dish type things she used to collect evidence. Once she had filled it with water she walked back over to Greg.
"Let me see your hands." She said waiting arm extended.
"That water is probably contaminated with all kinds of germs and things it's inevitable in a dump like this."
"Greg just give me your hand it'll be worse if you don't get it washed off."
"Like that stuff won't make it worse." He said looking alittle bit more like his six year old self now that he had something to argue about.
"Greg if you don't give me your hands right now you won't have any hands when I'm through!" she said this menacingly but she wasn't yelling.
He knew he'd never win so he held up his hands for her saying "Alright you don't have to get violent."
She began to gently poor the water over his hands while he whined about bacteria and germs and how the water hurt like hell.
"Greg just shut up." She said when she came back about the fourth time with more water.
His hands finally looked as though almost all the blood had been washed away and she sat down next to him exhausted from hearing him complain the whole time and rolled her eyes heaven ward.
After a couple of minutes of well deserved silence Greg asked "How's Jessica?
Something that had been plaguing him since his abduction.
"Worried sick but she's fine. She's probably a lot better since that call I made to Brass."
"Yeah I hope so" he said a kind of far off look in his eyes.
Just then her cell phone started ringing.
"You have your cell phone?!"
"I forgot about it!" she said desperately digging in her pocket.
She finally found it "Hello?" "Warrick I'm here with Greg but." She was cut off when the door swung open and Patrick ripped the phone out of her hands.
He'd changed since the incident at the hospital and was in men's attire. Apparently he had heard the phone ringing.
"Warrick it's a good thing you called I didn't think to check her for a phone." He sneered and clicked it off.
~*~ An hour earlier
Lindsey had been quiet for the first twenty minutes before she started getting bored and asking a thousand questions even though she promised not to.
Warrick couldn't fathom where she came up with some of them but he knew it was driving him insane.
"Lindsey you know I love you right?" he asked putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Yes" she said momentarily still.
"Okay do you understand why I need you to be quiet?"
"Yes but."
"Ahh no buts" he said putting his finger up to her lips. "I'm in the middle of a really important case now if I take my finger away are you going to be quiet?" he slowly began to remove his finger but quickly placed it there again when she immediately opened her mouth to speak.
"No don't answer just go sit down or something anything that's quiet and doesn't involve leaving this room."
He pulled his finger away; she nodded and sat back down to her game.
She kept her word for a long time and by then she was so tired she just fell asleep.
It was over an hour since Catherine left and he decided to call her on her cell. He was about to hang up when she answered urgency imprinted on every sound wave of her voice.
"Catherine where are you?" she was in the middle of her reply when she went silent and a male voice replaced hers.
He listened to the dial tone for a moment before clicking off the phone.
This clearly meant that she was captive along with Greg now. He looked over at Lindsey. She was sleeping there so peacefully she had no idea what had happened. He'd have to tell her but not yet.
He looked down the hall which was still being repaired from the fire but the only person he saw was Hodges. He knew Catherine wouldn't be happy if she knew he'd left Lindsey alone with Hodges of all people but wasn't left a whole lot of choice.
"Hodges I need you to do me a big favor but it's important."
"What now?" he asked in his exasperated I feel so used tone.
Warrick wanted to tell him to stuff it but knew he'd never stay if he did.
"See that little girl in there?" he indicated Lindsey's sleeping form.
"Yeah" he said cautiously.
"I just found out that Catherine is being held hostage and that's her little girl in there. I'm babysitting her but I have to go talk to Brass, I need you to watch her for a little while."
"But I. I don't do well with kids."
"She's asleep how hard can it be? Please Hodges this is really important."
"Fine but you owe me big time" he sighed walking in and plopping down in Warrick's chair.
"Don't let her out of your sight." he said before running down the hall to find Brass.
He gave up and dialed his cell number.
"Brass speaking."
"I talked to Catherine Patrick has her" he said totally out of breath.
"Shit. Just calm down she called earlier saying she knew where Greg was I told her not to go in I guess she didn't listen."
"Where are you?"
"I'm in an alley way behind North Street we were about to send in SWAT when you called."
"I'm on my way." He clicked off half way to his car.
Brass came up to meet him when he got there.
Warrick rolled down his window so Brass could talk to him.
"We stormed the place from both entrances but he already left with them. The scenes all yours." He said waving his hand towards the open door.
"Wait a minute this is right next to where Patrick's or should I say James mother lives. Cath was down here interviewing her." Warrick shook his head.
"I'll send in O'Reilly while you process."
"Alright" he said getting out of his car and walking into the room where Greg had been held captive for days.
He looked around to get his bearings and noticed the lighter surrounded by a small pool of blood and some ropes. No doubt from Greg trying to get away. 'Guess it didn't work' he thought to himself remembering Catherine had said she was with Greg.
He noticed an even smaller pool of blood close to a corner not far from the lighter. He collected samples of the blood and labeled them according to which puddle it came from.
He bagged the lighter and ropes then thought 'where is her purse surely Patrick didn't want it'.
He went back out the alley way shining his flash light around until the beams landed on her purse laying on it's side contents halfway spilled out. 'She must have seen Greg dropped her purse then followed into the room where she was apprehended by Patrick and taken to the new hideout. But if Greg tried to escape why is he still with Catherine and Patrick? Unless Greg was stopped and that's why she followed in. Brass did say she had seen Greg didn't he?' His thoughts where interrupted by O'Reilly reporting that the mother hadn't seen Catherine since she kicked her out the back door when her husband came home.
"Well that's what she said I think we should take her in for more questioning."
"Alright she's with Brass should we bring in the husband too?"
"Yeah" Warrick replied bending down to bag the purse he knew it wouldn't tell him anything since she dropped it before the encounter with Patrick but anything found at the scene was evidence.
He got in his Tahoe and started back towards the lab he was in deep thought about Catherine and was surprised when he arrived at the lab. He hadn't even been aware of driving there.
He dropped off the blood and things with Greg's temporary replacement and headed back to where he had left Lindsey and Hodges.
He hoped she hadn't woken up yet but he hadn't heard of any nuclear explosions from Hodges so far.
He cracked open the door to see them sitting across from each other while Hodges was giving a very scientific definition to something she had asked.
She didn't seem to understand it so she interrupted him with another question. "Do dustpan lines ever really go away?" she asked totally serious.
He paused for a split second then started explaining "You see the dust particles cling to the ground and dustpan by means of gravitational force and some get pushed underneath the dustpan and even if you get it to where you can't see the line any more there are tiny microscopic particles of traces of dirt which."
"Does it go away?" she interrupted the conversation going slightly over her head.
"No"
Warrick thought they seemed to be having fun so he quietly closed the door and went to do some more research on James Collins. All he wanted was to find Catherine but he knew this was going to have to be the first step.
~*~
Sara felt this strange warmth beside her. Once again she knew it wasn't her bedroom she wasn't in her bed at home and half of her was wrapped in something warm.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she drank in the sight of the hospital room. Grissom's hospital room. What the hell? So that was what had felt so warm.
Why was she lying in Grissom's hospital bed with Grissom?
Oh yeah he loves me she thought and smiled remembering they're earlier confessions.
"Sara?" he asked stirring.
"Yeah Gil?"
"Why do you always answer my questions with questions?"
Smiling she said "why do you answer my questions with questions?"
She turned to face him and he ran his finger down her jaw line. "Do you want some breakfast?" she asked breaking the comfortable silence.
"Sure why not."
She got up saying "Here we go with the questions again."
She was standing in line at McDonalds while the stupid cashier guy asked for the millionth time if she wanted dressing on her salad.
"NO!" she yelled right before her cellphone started ringing.
"Excuse me a moment. Hello?"
"Hey Sara I heard you got out of the hospital today." It was Warrick.
"Yeah I did why?"
"Sara I gotta tell you something Cath she-" he sighed "Cath was taken by Patrick."
"What oh my God I don't believe this how?"
"I'll give you the details later but I can tell you that Greg is okay and I'm the only person left here. I'm gonna call in some people from dayshift like Adam and maybe Lorelai but I'm still gonna need you if you feel up to it."
"Yeah I'm on my way." She hung up and was about to push open the door when the stupid cashier called after her.
He handed her, her salad which was saturated in dressing. She just handed it back to him and walked out.
She stopped by Grissom's room on the way "Hey Gil no time for food I'm in a hurry Patrick has Catherine and Warrick needs me at the lab."
She was half way out the door when she poked her head in and said "by the way Greg's alright." She said and walked out leaving him with his mouth hanging open in the empty room.
She made a quick pit stop by Archie's room knowing he would want to know how Greg was then she was in her car on her way to observe the evidence and lock up the bad guys. That was her job.