He stood over Amy, the young girl was on her knees, a gun pointed at the back of her head. Blood pooled around her from an open wound on her leg, long purple bruises covered her arms and legs.
"What have you done to her?" Catherine demanded.
"Oh...nothing." Steve Anderson smiled wryly, "We just had a nice little talk about where she was hiding it."
"What are you talking about?" Sara asked bitterly.
"Get......out..." Amy was barely audible even in the dead quiet warehouse.
"Shut up bitch!" Anderson yelled, he kicked Amy in the ribs and sent the girl sprawling to the ground, a satisfying crunch came from her ribs.
"Hey!" Warrick cried, "Leave her alone!"
Steve Anderson grinned and released the trigger lock on his gun with it still pointed at Amy's head. The young girl coughed as blood poured from an open wound. Sara raised an eyebrow as she saw a silver chain fall from the young girl's neck and land in the pool of blood.
"You." Anderson pointed at Sara, "You're coming with us." The young woman glanced over at Catherine at Warrick who gave her a brief nod, "Come on, I don't have all day." Anderson snapped, "You come with me unless you want this girl to die right here and now."
Sara exhaled deeply and stepped nervously forward. One of the men that had been guarding the front entrance grabbed Sara roughly by the shoulders and pushed a gun into her back before leading her out the door. The sound of a car starting and then peeling away from the warehouse echoed throughout the night.
Steve Anderson grinned sinfully, pulled Amy to her feet and jammed his gun under her chin, "Where is it?"
"I... don't know what your talking about." Amy said weakly.
"Don't lie to me you slut!" Anderson shouted, "Tell me where they are now!"
"I...don't...." Amy couldn't finish her sentence, darkness clouded her vision and engulfed her mind in to an unconscious state. Steve Anderson grinned wickedly.
"Fine then..." He kept the gun near Amy's head as he backed away from the centre of the room and towards the back entrance, "Tell your supervisor that his CSI will be returned all in due time."
He was gone out the door, leaving Warrick and Catherine alone in the dark warehouse, they could hear the second black Mazda bolt from the warehouse and down the highway, into the darkness of Las Vegas.
"Oh my god..." Catherine whispered quietly, "Oh...my god."
Minutes later, Catherine and Warrick stood outside the warehouse and explained to Brass what had happened while Grissom and Nick began checking for evidence. It was Nick who found the blood stained chain lying in the pool of blood.
"Hey Gris, does this look familiar to you?" He held up the chain with a pair of tweezers and let the chain dangle freely, an old fashioned key which hung on it was stained coppery red from the blood.
Grissom walked forward and knelt down beside Nick, "It looks like Amy's"
"But the design on the key," Nick said slowly, 'Does that look familiar to you? I swear I've seen the same designs somewhere before..."
"I'm not sure," Grissom said slowly, "Something in the Walker house perhaps?"
"Maybe..." Nick said slowly, "Just maybe."
"Alright." Grissom said standing up, "Finish processing this place and then head back to the lab."