Two days later..
Brass has taken Amy home the night before with strict instructions to call if anything happened. Back at the crime labs the CSI's were busy going over the evidence again but it did little good, they couldn't find anything new.
"Hey Gil," Catherine said as she walked in to the break room, "I tried calling Amy's house but there was no answer."
"Well maybe she's at a friends house," Grissom suggested.
"Except I tried to call her earlier this afternoon," Sara said, "I didn't get an answer either."
"She didn't pick up this morning," Nick said as he took a sip of his coffee and made a cringe face.
"I tried her school," Warrick said as he came in behind Catherine, "She wasn't at school today."
Grissom frowned, 'I'd ask why you were all checking on her but I know why. Someone go get Brass, tell him we're heading over to her house asap."
Five minutes later the Crime Lab Tahoe's pulled up in the Walker home driveway. The CSI's practically jumped out of the Tahoe's, not waiting for the car to stop. They walked up to the front door, it was open. The graveyard shift slowly entered the house, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, all the glass had been cleaned up from when it was first entered. Everything seemed back in place except..... Where was Amy? The small team slowly made their way around the house, looking for traces of the girl. She was gone.
"The same people," Catherine said, "It must be."
"The same people that killed Morrison or the same people that torn up her house?" Warrick asked as he carefully stepped over a broken glass.
"Both," Grissom said, "I think we're dealing with the same person or persons unknown."
"What makes you say that?" Nick asked.
"Call it a hunch," Grissom replied.
"I though you didn't go on hunches."
"I don't but it's always good to try new things." Grissom said, "Alright let's process this place."
"She's not upstairs," Sara said as she walked down the spiral case, "Everything is intact so she was probably downstairs when the house was entered."
"Looks like they came through the patio door," Warrick said, "Glass is smashed."
"Check for prints," Grissom said, "Maybe our killer got sloppy."
"I'll go call in her disappearance," Brass said, "This doesn't look good, not good at all."
"That would be an understatement, Brass." Nick said, "This is more horrible than 'not good'."
"Whatever floats your boat, man." Brass said, "It all means the same."
"I've got some cloth fibres," Catherine said as Brass left the house, "Look black, almost metallic, they might be from a pair of gloves."
"I've got some on the glass," Warrick said, "Here Cath," he handed her the fibres he picked up with the tweezers.
"Well it's hard to say but it looks like a visual match," Catherine said, "Greg will be able to tell us when we get back to the lab."
"God I hope she's alright," Sara whispered as she snapped off a photo of the smashed patio door.
"I hope your right," Grissom agreed.