Catherine arrived at the scene, and while two police officers kept
guard, she began to collect evidence. She found a number of finger prints
all over the room and found three hairs on the bed. So she brought them
back to the lab to be processed.
"Greg?" She asked entering the lab.
"Yeah?"
"Get this stuff processed ASAP. We have to find Nick and Sara before it's too late."
"I'm on it." He took the evidence and began as fast as he could. He had never worked harder in his life.
*********
Oh my God. I'm going to die. He's actually going to kill me. Sara thought to herself. Don't panic. Ok, that's easier said than done. I have to do something. Come on Sara, think. I'm not going to go down without a fight. She told herself.
It was now or never. She did a spinning hook kick and knocked the gun out of his hand. He stalled for a moment, stunned, but recovered quickly. He threw a side kick, and she swore she heard a crack as his foot collided with her side and she flew backwards and hit the concrete wall and slumped to the floor.
"No!" Nick screamed. He felt completely helpless. There was nothing he could do to help her. He couldn't move.
********
Back at the lab, Greg was working furiously. When he finally had the results he dashed down the hall as quick as he could. As he turned the corner, he ran into Catherine and nearly knocked her over.
"Catherine! I have the results." He exclaimed, trying to catch his breathe. "The blood. on the rock. Grissom found outside. is Sara's. And you won't believe whose fingerprints were inside."
"Greg, just tell me." She was getting annoyed.
"Hank's."
"What?"
"One of the hairs was also his. The other two were the victims."
"I have to go." She said as she ran down the hall towards Grissom's office.
She entered Grissom's office without knocking and dropped the report on the cluttered desk in front of him. He looked up at the report, and then at her with a worried expression on his face.
"You don't think it was him, do you?" She asked.
"There's a good chance. From what I heard their relationship ended badly. Now we just have to figure out where he's hiding them"
"That's going to be difficult. I found no other evidence at the scene that would indicate where he could have taken them."
"We'll find them." He assured her.
"I hope you're right." She replied. She had learned by now to trust her supervisor's instincts. He was always right. But she couldn't help feeling unsure. She had no doubt that they'd find them, the question is, will they be dead or alive.
********
Hank walked over to where Sara lay. "Get up!"
She did move.
"I said, get the hell up!" He kicked her in the leg with his steel toe boots. He was really getting angry now.
Sara could hear someone far away, saying something, but she couldn't distinguish what it was he was saying. She felt something warm trickle down the back of her neck. It tickled so she couldn't help but laugh. That was the only spot she had ever been ticklish in.
"What the hell are you laughing at?" Hank was really getting pissed off now.
She slowly opened her eyes. She tried to speak but she couldn't form the words.
Hank reached over and grabbed her by the hair. He hauled her to her feet. He let go and she collapsed back onto the floor.
I wish he'd leave her alone. Nick thought angrily. This guy's a total asshole.
"I told you to get up!"
"Get the hell away from her!" Nick yelled.
"Fine. I know how to make you get up." He walked over to Nick who was still tied up, and punched him in the face.
She could see him hitting Nick, the guy she loved, and tried to get up but she couldn't. So he punched him again, and again.
"Don't listen to him Sara." Nick pleaded. Hank was going to kill them both if he didn't think of something fast. He had to get his hands free.
She had to get up. She had to make him stop. Maybe he would spare Nick if she did. She made another attempt and this time she succeeded, but felt wobbly and nearly fell over again.
"Good. I knew that would work. Now this time, don't try anything funny."
**********
Brass knocked twice on Grissom's office door before entering. "I just got a call from a woman saying she saw a suspicious looking man entering an old warehouse down town. He matches the description of Hank."
"Ok, I'm on my way. Make sure we've go backup."
"Sure thing." Brass replied.
He grabbed his gun from his desk drawer and hurried to find Catherine and Warrick. Together they headed out to the parking lot and all got into Grissom's Tahoe. It was about a 15 minute drive and nobody could sit still. They kept squirming in their seats and hopping they weren't too late.
After what seemed like forever, they finally reached the warehouse. They all jumped out of the car onto the gray pavement. It was a typical warehouse, and by the looks of it, it had only one door.
"Only one way out." Brass observed. "Ok, this should be a walk in the park.
**********
Ok, think fast. Nick told himself. He had to get them out of this mess. Where's Grissom? He might not find us in time. Ok, it's up to you Nick. Just a little more and you'll have your hands free.
"I'm going to kill you just like I killed that girl back at that crime scene." Hank said smiling.
"You killed her?" Sara suddenly felt sick.
"Of course. I had to get you two alone." He replied grinning at the look of horror on the two CSI's faces.
Sara put her hand over her mouth and bent over. Nick just tipped his head back and closed his eyes.
Hank started to laugh. He was enjoying every minute of making them suffer. "Now it's your turn." He raised his gun to Sara's head. She closed her eyes tightly. She was too tired and weak. There was no way she could fight him any longer. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Nick's hands came free. He jumped up and tackled Hank. The gun went off, and they both hit the floor. They wrestled, fighting for control of the gun. Hank jabbed Nick in the face with his elbow. Nick finally got the gun, but as he was trying to get up, Hank punched him in the face and tackled him again, which led to Nick landing hard on the ground, dislocating his shoulder, with Hank on top of him. Hank gained control of the gun and just as he was about to shoot, there was a crash at the door. Hank looked up in time to see about half a dozen people come barging into the room, guns drawn.
As they entered the room, an awful sight met their eyes. Sara was on the floor bleeding, and Nick was lying not far from her with Hank on top of him, who had a gun pointed at his head.
He hauled Nick to his feet and held him in front of him acting as a shield, and had the gun trained on his right temple.
"Don't move, or I will shoot!" He yelled.
"Do as I say." He ordered Nick.
Nick, who was in no position to object, did as he said. Hank guided him backwards as they headed out the opposite door, and into an alley. Hank forced him into a car, and they drove off down the road.
"Greg?" She asked entering the lab.
"Yeah?"
"Get this stuff processed ASAP. We have to find Nick and Sara before it's too late."
"I'm on it." He took the evidence and began as fast as he could. He had never worked harder in his life.
*********
Oh my God. I'm going to die. He's actually going to kill me. Sara thought to herself. Don't panic. Ok, that's easier said than done. I have to do something. Come on Sara, think. I'm not going to go down without a fight. She told herself.
It was now or never. She did a spinning hook kick and knocked the gun out of his hand. He stalled for a moment, stunned, but recovered quickly. He threw a side kick, and she swore she heard a crack as his foot collided with her side and she flew backwards and hit the concrete wall and slumped to the floor.
"No!" Nick screamed. He felt completely helpless. There was nothing he could do to help her. He couldn't move.
********
Back at the lab, Greg was working furiously. When he finally had the results he dashed down the hall as quick as he could. As he turned the corner, he ran into Catherine and nearly knocked her over.
"Catherine! I have the results." He exclaimed, trying to catch his breathe. "The blood. on the rock. Grissom found outside. is Sara's. And you won't believe whose fingerprints were inside."
"Greg, just tell me." She was getting annoyed.
"Hank's."
"What?"
"One of the hairs was also his. The other two were the victims."
"I have to go." She said as she ran down the hall towards Grissom's office.
She entered Grissom's office without knocking and dropped the report on the cluttered desk in front of him. He looked up at the report, and then at her with a worried expression on his face.
"You don't think it was him, do you?" She asked.
"There's a good chance. From what I heard their relationship ended badly. Now we just have to figure out where he's hiding them"
"That's going to be difficult. I found no other evidence at the scene that would indicate where he could have taken them."
"We'll find them." He assured her.
"I hope you're right." She replied. She had learned by now to trust her supervisor's instincts. He was always right. But she couldn't help feeling unsure. She had no doubt that they'd find them, the question is, will they be dead or alive.
********
Hank walked over to where Sara lay. "Get up!"
She did move.
"I said, get the hell up!" He kicked her in the leg with his steel toe boots. He was really getting angry now.
Sara could hear someone far away, saying something, but she couldn't distinguish what it was he was saying. She felt something warm trickle down the back of her neck. It tickled so she couldn't help but laugh. That was the only spot she had ever been ticklish in.
"What the hell are you laughing at?" Hank was really getting pissed off now.
She slowly opened her eyes. She tried to speak but she couldn't form the words.
Hank reached over and grabbed her by the hair. He hauled her to her feet. He let go and she collapsed back onto the floor.
I wish he'd leave her alone. Nick thought angrily. This guy's a total asshole.
"I told you to get up!"
"Get the hell away from her!" Nick yelled.
"Fine. I know how to make you get up." He walked over to Nick who was still tied up, and punched him in the face.
She could see him hitting Nick, the guy she loved, and tried to get up but she couldn't. So he punched him again, and again.
"Don't listen to him Sara." Nick pleaded. Hank was going to kill them both if he didn't think of something fast. He had to get his hands free.
She had to get up. She had to make him stop. Maybe he would spare Nick if she did. She made another attempt and this time she succeeded, but felt wobbly and nearly fell over again.
"Good. I knew that would work. Now this time, don't try anything funny."
**********
Brass knocked twice on Grissom's office door before entering. "I just got a call from a woman saying she saw a suspicious looking man entering an old warehouse down town. He matches the description of Hank."
"Ok, I'm on my way. Make sure we've go backup."
"Sure thing." Brass replied.
He grabbed his gun from his desk drawer and hurried to find Catherine and Warrick. Together they headed out to the parking lot and all got into Grissom's Tahoe. It was about a 15 minute drive and nobody could sit still. They kept squirming in their seats and hopping they weren't too late.
After what seemed like forever, they finally reached the warehouse. They all jumped out of the car onto the gray pavement. It was a typical warehouse, and by the looks of it, it had only one door.
"Only one way out." Brass observed. "Ok, this should be a walk in the park.
**********
Ok, think fast. Nick told himself. He had to get them out of this mess. Where's Grissom? He might not find us in time. Ok, it's up to you Nick. Just a little more and you'll have your hands free.
"I'm going to kill you just like I killed that girl back at that crime scene." Hank said smiling.
"You killed her?" Sara suddenly felt sick.
"Of course. I had to get you two alone." He replied grinning at the look of horror on the two CSI's faces.
Sara put her hand over her mouth and bent over. Nick just tipped his head back and closed his eyes.
Hank started to laugh. He was enjoying every minute of making them suffer. "Now it's your turn." He raised his gun to Sara's head. She closed her eyes tightly. She was too tired and weak. There was no way she could fight him any longer. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Nick's hands came free. He jumped up and tackled Hank. The gun went off, and they both hit the floor. They wrestled, fighting for control of the gun. Hank jabbed Nick in the face with his elbow. Nick finally got the gun, but as he was trying to get up, Hank punched him in the face and tackled him again, which led to Nick landing hard on the ground, dislocating his shoulder, with Hank on top of him. Hank gained control of the gun and just as he was about to shoot, there was a crash at the door. Hank looked up in time to see about half a dozen people come barging into the room, guns drawn.
As they entered the room, an awful sight met their eyes. Sara was on the floor bleeding, and Nick was lying not far from her with Hank on top of him, who had a gun pointed at his head.
He hauled Nick to his feet and held him in front of him acting as a shield, and had the gun trained on his right temple.
"Don't move, or I will shoot!" He yelled.
"Do as I say." He ordered Nick.
Nick, who was in no position to object, did as he said. Hank guided him backwards as they headed out the opposite door, and into an alley. Hank forced him into a car, and they drove off down the road.