Chapter 11
Madison Grissom
7 and half months old
Kidnapped from her home 10 hours ago
Police and Crime Scene Investigators help there own
Madison Grissom, daughter to the credited Entomologist and CSI, Doctor Gil Grissom and CSI Sara Sidle
A man is being questioned about the kidnapping and being held on three counts of murder the previous year
Doctor Jack Taker, Paediatric Doctor at the Las Vegas Desert Palms Hospital
No details as yet has been released concerning the previous murders
^*^*^
Catherine pressed a button on the remote and watched as the TV darkened into nothingness. She sat back and rubbed her face, trying to clear some of the tiredness from the corners.
"Go home Cath." Came Warrick's equally tired voice.
"Maybe later Rick." She sighed and pushed herself up. "I'm gonna see Brass and Ecklie to see if they need any help."
"You know they don't." He reminded.
She nodded. "I know." And with that, she left the room.
^*^*^
Grissom paced the room quietly. He couldn't step out of the room for five minutes without worrying about Fenton. He knew he'd still be in his cot, sleeping soundly, but the added fear that Madison was alone somewhere, ate away at his insides. He needed to know what was going on with the investigation.
Sara had barely spoken a word since she remembered the threat from so long ago. It had shaken her so much that she barely slept a wink or took her eyes from Fenton.
After spending a few hours at the hospital, they were released and staying at Brass' home. He assured them it was fine and that he'd barely be home. Catherine had managed to dig out Lindsey's old cot and some baby grows for them to use while their house was still being processed.
Police officers were posted at the front and back doors at the homicide detective's request to add safety and security to those inside the building. Even though Taker was in custody and on the verge of being charged for murder, the questions about the kidnapping were still taking place.
^*^*^
Thin lines left a short trail to a brown box that was sitting under an overhanging tree. Inside this brow box was a baby, curled up and shivering against the slight chill of the desert night air. The blanket that was clinging to the small body was the only thing keeping her warm and the small flaps of the box guided against desert animals and the chilling breeze.
It wouldn't be long now before daylight would arrive and perhaps someone would find her. It was a lifetime that she had been on her own and the damp diaper she wore was rubbing against her skin, causing soreness and diaper rash to set in. Her tummy rumbled and her throat was sore. All she wanted was to go home, for someone to find her, for her mummy to hold her close and her daddy to play games with her and her brother.
^*^*^
Sara had had enough. She took a deep breath and gently lifted Fenton into her arms. Grissom entered the room at that moment and watched as she wrapped their son in a fleece blanket and hold him close. She looked up. "I can't wait anymore Gil." She said sadly and rubbed Fenton's back.
Grissom nodded and went with her as she walked from the room towards the front door. He couldn't wait anymore either. He needed to find his daughter and to do that, he needed to speak to Taker.
^*^*^
Brass was still questioning Taker in the interrogation room. He stood with his hands on the table and his body towering of the doctor that sat calmly on the other side of the table, seemingly unaffected by Brass' attempts of making the suspect sweat and cop to the sins he'd committed.
Ecklie watched from the corner with a cup of coffee. Swallowing the last of the tepid liquid, he tossed the polystyrene cup into the trash as the door presented a presence. He looked up and noticed the face of Gil Grissom. He quickly scanned the room and nodded. He didn't know if it was a good idea, but they weren't getting anywhere.
Brass didn't know either, but he'd stay close by just in case. "Come in Gil!" He shouted. Turning back to the suspect, he grinned. "You might want to talk to this man if you want to remain in one piece."
Taker stood up quickly and stepped back as Grissom entered the room. "Get him away from me!" Taker demanded.
"Why's that's?" Grissom asked as calmly as possible. "If you say you don't know anything, then you have nothing to worry about, right?"
Ecklie and Brass were standing at the ends of the table, waiting to intervene if it came to it. They listened and observed Grissom's reactions as well as Taker's. Both could see Grissom's jaw clench and his breathing was being forced to relax. They watched as the storm behind their co- worker's eyes threatened to devastation.
"I don't know nothing." He nodded as if he was agreeing with something in his head.
"Right, so you can maybe help instead." Grissom suggested, pulling out his wallet and lifting a photo for Taker to see. He held it up and swallowed convulsively when Taker turned his head away.
Brass carefully touched Grissom's arm as he reached over and took the photo. He thrust it into Taker's face and shouted. "Look at the picture!"
"NO!" He pushed the detective's hand away and the photo sailed to the floor.
"You are not making this any easier. If you don't know anything then you are making yourself guiltily by not helping. You know something at least." Ecklie argued as Taker shook his head furiously.
Grissom walked around Brass and as the detective was about to stop his friend, he noticed what he was doing. He watched as he bent and picked the photo up. "My son was found face down in his crib when his sister was taken Mr Taker. He could have been killed. My children's mother was attacked while our baby girl was taken. We are all extremely worried and would appreciate your help." He said slowly, looking at the photo before turning it and holding it up once again. "Now, you see here that my son and daughter are happy children with family that love them. This whole department know my children Mr Taker and if you do not help, you won't just have me putting you into an early grave, but I can GUARANTEE a lot of people would never be absent from making your life a living hell."
Taker stared at the picture and carefully burned the image into his head. He'd never really taken a good look at them before, not Samuel Adam, Nancy Docks or Andrea Lofts. He closed his eyes quickly and dropped his head to rid himself of the faces, but they were still there. He'd done the one thing he shouldn't have and that was seeing the smiles and happiness in their faces, surrounded with loving family.
"Sunrise Mountain." He confessed.
Grissom's face crumbled. "What?" His hand dropped to his side as he took in Taker's pained features.
"She's at Sunrise Mountain. Close to the side facing Nellis Air Force Base. 6 miles south of the path towards the Lake Mead Nat. Rec. area."
Brass was quickly writing this down as Ecklie pulled out his cell and relayed the information and Grissom was already out the door.
Madison Grissom
7 and half months old
Kidnapped from her home 10 hours ago
Police and Crime Scene Investigators help there own
Madison Grissom, daughter to the credited Entomologist and CSI, Doctor Gil Grissom and CSI Sara Sidle
A man is being questioned about the kidnapping and being held on three counts of murder the previous year
Doctor Jack Taker, Paediatric Doctor at the Las Vegas Desert Palms Hospital
No details as yet has been released concerning the previous murders
^*^*^
Catherine pressed a button on the remote and watched as the TV darkened into nothingness. She sat back and rubbed her face, trying to clear some of the tiredness from the corners.
"Go home Cath." Came Warrick's equally tired voice.
"Maybe later Rick." She sighed and pushed herself up. "I'm gonna see Brass and Ecklie to see if they need any help."
"You know they don't." He reminded.
She nodded. "I know." And with that, she left the room.
^*^*^
Grissom paced the room quietly. He couldn't step out of the room for five minutes without worrying about Fenton. He knew he'd still be in his cot, sleeping soundly, but the added fear that Madison was alone somewhere, ate away at his insides. He needed to know what was going on with the investigation.
Sara had barely spoken a word since she remembered the threat from so long ago. It had shaken her so much that she barely slept a wink or took her eyes from Fenton.
After spending a few hours at the hospital, they were released and staying at Brass' home. He assured them it was fine and that he'd barely be home. Catherine had managed to dig out Lindsey's old cot and some baby grows for them to use while their house was still being processed.
Police officers were posted at the front and back doors at the homicide detective's request to add safety and security to those inside the building. Even though Taker was in custody and on the verge of being charged for murder, the questions about the kidnapping were still taking place.
^*^*^
Thin lines left a short trail to a brown box that was sitting under an overhanging tree. Inside this brow box was a baby, curled up and shivering against the slight chill of the desert night air. The blanket that was clinging to the small body was the only thing keeping her warm and the small flaps of the box guided against desert animals and the chilling breeze.
It wouldn't be long now before daylight would arrive and perhaps someone would find her. It was a lifetime that she had been on her own and the damp diaper she wore was rubbing against her skin, causing soreness and diaper rash to set in. Her tummy rumbled and her throat was sore. All she wanted was to go home, for someone to find her, for her mummy to hold her close and her daddy to play games with her and her brother.
^*^*^
Sara had had enough. She took a deep breath and gently lifted Fenton into her arms. Grissom entered the room at that moment and watched as she wrapped their son in a fleece blanket and hold him close. She looked up. "I can't wait anymore Gil." She said sadly and rubbed Fenton's back.
Grissom nodded and went with her as she walked from the room towards the front door. He couldn't wait anymore either. He needed to find his daughter and to do that, he needed to speak to Taker.
^*^*^
Brass was still questioning Taker in the interrogation room. He stood with his hands on the table and his body towering of the doctor that sat calmly on the other side of the table, seemingly unaffected by Brass' attempts of making the suspect sweat and cop to the sins he'd committed.
Ecklie watched from the corner with a cup of coffee. Swallowing the last of the tepid liquid, he tossed the polystyrene cup into the trash as the door presented a presence. He looked up and noticed the face of Gil Grissom. He quickly scanned the room and nodded. He didn't know if it was a good idea, but they weren't getting anywhere.
Brass didn't know either, but he'd stay close by just in case. "Come in Gil!" He shouted. Turning back to the suspect, he grinned. "You might want to talk to this man if you want to remain in one piece."
Taker stood up quickly and stepped back as Grissom entered the room. "Get him away from me!" Taker demanded.
"Why's that's?" Grissom asked as calmly as possible. "If you say you don't know anything, then you have nothing to worry about, right?"
Ecklie and Brass were standing at the ends of the table, waiting to intervene if it came to it. They listened and observed Grissom's reactions as well as Taker's. Both could see Grissom's jaw clench and his breathing was being forced to relax. They watched as the storm behind their co- worker's eyes threatened to devastation.
"I don't know nothing." He nodded as if he was agreeing with something in his head.
"Right, so you can maybe help instead." Grissom suggested, pulling out his wallet and lifting a photo for Taker to see. He held it up and swallowed convulsively when Taker turned his head away.
Brass carefully touched Grissom's arm as he reached over and took the photo. He thrust it into Taker's face and shouted. "Look at the picture!"
"NO!" He pushed the detective's hand away and the photo sailed to the floor.
"You are not making this any easier. If you don't know anything then you are making yourself guiltily by not helping. You know something at least." Ecklie argued as Taker shook his head furiously.
Grissom walked around Brass and as the detective was about to stop his friend, he noticed what he was doing. He watched as he bent and picked the photo up. "My son was found face down in his crib when his sister was taken Mr Taker. He could have been killed. My children's mother was attacked while our baby girl was taken. We are all extremely worried and would appreciate your help." He said slowly, looking at the photo before turning it and holding it up once again. "Now, you see here that my son and daughter are happy children with family that love them. This whole department know my children Mr Taker and if you do not help, you won't just have me putting you into an early grave, but I can GUARANTEE a lot of people would never be absent from making your life a living hell."
Taker stared at the picture and carefully burned the image into his head. He'd never really taken a good look at them before, not Samuel Adam, Nancy Docks or Andrea Lofts. He closed his eyes quickly and dropped his head to rid himself of the faces, but they were still there. He'd done the one thing he shouldn't have and that was seeing the smiles and happiness in their faces, surrounded with loving family.
"Sunrise Mountain." He confessed.
Grissom's face crumbled. "What?" His hand dropped to his side as he took in Taker's pained features.
"She's at Sunrise Mountain. Close to the side facing Nellis Air Force Base. 6 miles south of the path towards the Lake Mead Nat. Rec. area."
Brass was quickly writing this down as Ecklie pulled out his cell and relayed the information and Grissom was already out the door.