Three days later



It was just past midnight, Brass just phoned in the information everyone had feared, they had found her. Alive? No one knew yet. The Tahoe raced down the open highway and turned left on to an old service road, inside no one said a word. The entire team felt the grim pressure of what they would find when they got there.



Catherine spoke first, "Do you think she'll be alive?" the question everyone in the car dreaded. Grissom could only shake his head, "I couldn't tell you, she's a strong kid but..."

"Living practically on her own since she was nine," Nick muttered, "Yeah I'd call that strong."

"But if she is alive," Warrick said, "What would happen to her then?"

"Foster home probably," Sara said, "There's no way any judge would let her stay with her dad even if he is alive, not with a killer after her."

The Tahoe pulled into a dusty parking lot, police cars were already there but there was no sign of an ambulance. It was another warehouse, almost identical to the one Philip Morrison had been found in.

"Warehouses have become popular these days." Warrick muttered. Brass approached the CSI's as they stepped out of the Tahoe and walked under the yellow tape.

"What's it like in there?" Grissom asked.

"We're not sure yet," Brass said, "The door was locked, they're opening it now. Some kids were out dirt biking when they heard screaming, they called the police and I called you guys." There was a loud crack, the wooden doors of the warehouse broke, the police officer who opened it grinned and put his crowbar away. He was about to enter when Grissom walked forward.

"We'll go first," he said sternly, "We need the evidence." The police officer gave a shrug and stepped away from the door. The CSI's picked up their silver evidence kits and carefully opened stepped past the remains of the warehouse doors. They carefully shined their flashlights into the dark one room building. Grissom cringed, a body lay on the far left side of the room, blood pooled around it. He only needed one guess to know who the man was. Then he had to suppress a cry of anger, all the CSI's saw it, they shined their flashlights to the back wall. Amy lay there, her hands were tied together, long cuts ran along her arms and legs.

Grissom felt the urge to run forward and help the young girl, Catherine must have been thinking the same thing, she put her hand on Grissom's shoulder and said quietly, "The evidence." He nodded rather grimly and began looking around while Warrick and Sara went to the girl.

Warrick and Sara knelt down beside Amy, the young girl managed to sit up with Warrick's help, "My dad," She said quietly, "They killed him... he's..." Amy broke down and began to cry quietly.

"It's alright," Sara said quietly as she patted the young girl's arm awkwardly, "It'll be alright."

"They killed him." She sobbed, "Right in front of me..."

"It's okay," Warrick said quietly, "Sara help me get her up." Sara nodded and gently lifted Amy to her feet with Warrick supporting her on the other side. Amy struggled to walk but she fell to the ground in faint with the first step.

"Is she alright?" Nick asked.

"Looks like they beat her up pretty bad," Warrick said, He gently picked the young girl in his arms, "God she barely weighs anything,"

"Take her out to the Tahoe," Grissom ordered sternly, "The ambulances should be here soon." Warrick nodded, he and Sara walked out of the warehouse tot he Tahoe where the carefully lay her on the back seat.

Brass walked up to them and looked past Warrick to the young girl, "Is she going to be alright?"

"I hope so," Sara said, "Looks like she's been beaten pretty bad though.."

"Anyone else in there?" Brass asked.

"One other guy," Warrick replied quietly.

"Not her dad?"

"It looks like it," Sara said quietly.

"Damn..." Brass muttered as an ambulance arrived in the parking lot. Two paramedics hopped out of the front and quickly walked over to the Tahoe where Warrick, Sara and Brass stood.

"How many others are there?" The first paramedic asked.

"One other dead inside." Brass said, "This girl's been beaten up pretty bad." The paramedic nodded sadly and bent over to look at Amy, he carefully checked her pulse and looked at her many knife cuts.

Finally he looked up, "She should be alright but she needs to go to the hospital to get a thorough check up."

"Does she have to go right away?" Brass asked, "It's important that we find out what happened while she still remembers..."

"She can wait," The paramedic said, "She's not in any danger, just tell me when and we'll take her."

"How is she?" Grissom, Catherine and Nick walked up behind the others and looked into the Tahoe.

"She'll live," The paramedic said, "But she should go to the hospital anyways."

"I say we wait until we learn what happened," Brass said, "You're the one that always says a victim's best memory is within 24 hours of the incident."

Grissom nodded, "We'll wait."

Catherine sighed sadly, "You know it's a sick world we live in when someone has to resort to violence on a child to get what they want."

"Who would do something like this?" Sara asked, "It doesn't make any sense."

"Poor kid," Warrick said, "Man she's gonna be disappointed..."

"About what?" Brass asked.

"She was supposed to sing at that concert in a couple of weeks," Warrick replied, "She won't be able to, not at this rate."

Suddenly there was a groan from the Tahoe seat and Amy sat up, "Well I'll be damned if this is going to stop me." The young girls face had no emotion to it, she had seen things... heard things... There was no emotion.