A/N this is a shorter chapter, and I feel one of the poorer chapters. I might discontinue writing the sections written in 1st point of view, oh and about that. That is not what I personally am doing, it's just that I felt it was necessary for people to see into the mind of a psychotic at work and get his MO. If dad stays gone I will try to quickly type up and proof read chapter three. Thanks for the reviews and I am trying what you suggested to fix my spacing problem.

Grissom walked as calmly as he could into the break room. There he found the three other CSIs, Warrick, Catherine, and Nick, their eyes told them they had many questions, but they stayed quiet and waited for their orders.

"Nick. Warrick. You two are on the drive-by. Cath, you're with me on the abduction." There is a slight falter to his voice, barely, but it's noticeable. "Due to the fact that the two crimes are in the same proximity, we might find each other's evidence, call over the appropriate team if and when such a thing happens." Hands Nick a box labeled Evidence. "This is what Sara and I collected this morning. Warrick is driving."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I took my captive back to the new house I recently bought. I had a secret annex built in last month just for this purpose. When I pulled the Jeep to a stop in front of the garage I reinserted the Ketamine into her bloodstream, I didn't want her to fight, just yet anyway. As I carried her into the garage and then into the annex I tapped the button that opened the well hidden door. There I placed her on a queen sized bed and strapped her to it. Each limb was secured to an iron bar with padlocked hand-restraints at the end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When the rear car door opened she peered at her abductor from silt eyes, wishing she could just take him out now. She couldn't remember if she had met him before or not. She saw another injection needle in his hand. She knew what she had to do. She kicked him in the jaw then swatted at the needle but missed, his hand struck her leg and the ketamine was inserted. She black out almost immediately. When she awoke the second time she found herself strapped to a bed in an earth-toned room. When her eyes steadied she noticed that the walls were indeed dirt, cement only covered the ceiling, floor, and part of one wall. She tried to bring her arms to her side but noticed she could not.