3:28 a.m.



Warrick paced hurriedly up and down the hallway of the emergency room, Catherine and Nick sat across from each other in the irritatingly hard hospital chairs, Grissom sat away from the group while he tried to put his thoughts in order. Sara had been in surgery for just over an hour, so far there had been no word on her condition.

"So." Nick said slowly, "You want to tell us what's so significant about the doll Gris?"

"Not really," Grissom said, "Not yet at least."

Nick shrugged and said nothing, the tension ran high in the air around the Criminalists. Fear was the most common thing in all of them, fears for Sara, fears for Amy, Fear that they wouldn't find her on time . . . That Steve Anderson would kill her.

"Mr. Grissom?" Grissom looked up to see the doctor standing in front of him, "Ms. Sidle is out of surgery, she's doing fine but she will have to stay away from work for a while."

Warrick chuckled, "Sara away from work? Good luck with that."

The doctor raised an eyebrow and adjusted his half moon glasses, "Workaholic? Well, it's best that she stays here for at least a week. The knife wound on her back was fairly deep, Fortunately it missed any vital organs. She'll have a full recovery, just a very slow one."

Grissom sighed in relief, "Thank you doctor."

"I suggest you all go back to work. Ms. Sidle won't be awake for another few hours." The doctor looked sternly at the other CSI's, "Don't worry about her, try to find that little girl, It's all over the news and everyone wants her to come back alive."

"Don't worry Doctor," Catherine said as she walked up to Grissom, "We'll get her back."



3:56 a.m.



Back at the crime lab, Grissom, Catherine, Nick, Warrick and Brass sat around a table in the evidence room. Every last piece they had gathered was strewn out before them on the lit up table. The oriental doll was in the centre of it all.

"So . . . are you going to tell us what's with the doll now?" Nick asked as Grissom entered the glassed in room.

"Yes." The supervisor replied sharply, "Warrick, hand me that scalpel."

Warrick did, Grissom carefully over turned the fragile doll and ran it down the back of the doll. The delicate cloth separated from the icy blades smooth movement, everyone in the room gasped as Grissom overturned the doll. Hundreds of colourful jewels no larger than garden pebbles poured out from inside the doll and onto the evidence table.

"Oh my god . . . " Nick muttered, "There must be . . . "

"2.3 mil . . . " Catherine finished, "The missing jewels from the original Anderson case . . . "

"So . . . " Brass said, "What does this mean, Amy had the jewels?"

Grissom shook his head, "No, listen to this. 14 years ago Steve and William Anderson robbed a bank vault, making off with 2.3 million dollars in small jewels. Before they were captured by the police they gave the jewels to David Walker to hide, he probably didn't know what they were used for and so agreed to hide them in the doll. So the police find William, send im to jail and let Steve go free because there's no proof against him. Five years later, Steve Anderson wants the jewels back but David Walker knows where they came from so he refuses to give them up. So Steve Anderson hires mob hit men and has them kill Amy's mother as a warning. David Walker begins installing security systems for the house. He begins spending less time at home in hope of keeping Steve Anderson away but it doesn't work."

"I see where this is going." Catherine said, "Steve Anderson became Amy's god father so he wanted to put off harming her as long as possible so he killed Philip Morrison in hope of scaring David Walker, but that didn't work so he kidnaps Amy and her father."

Grissom nodded, "Steve Anderson assumed that David Walker told Amy about the jewels and so killed him."

"But that doesn't explain why Steve Anderson didn't just kill her right there." Warrick said, "Why did he wait?"

"Because," Nick said, "His brother William was supposed to be the hit man, he had just gotten out of prison and was supposed to go and kill Amy."

"Why didn't he?" Brass asked.

"He was her ex-godfather," Catherine explained, "He didn't have the heart to so he left her."

"And so Steve Anderson killed his brother." Grissom said quietly, "But now Amy was living under his roof.... dammit, we handed her to him..."

"And now we have less than 25 hours to find him before he kills her..." Catherine said quietly, "The man's insane..."

"He'll kill her..." Nick said slowly, "Now that we have the jewels. Even if she did know where they were, it's too late."

"Brass," Grissom said, "Tell your men to start checking all the abandoned warehouses in the Henderson area, Chances are he's going to try and make it as dramatic as possible."

"So what can we do?" Warrick asked, "There's nothing pointing us in any specific direction."

"We wait," Grissom said sadly, "It's all we can do."

"I'm going to contact Amy's school later on," Nick said, "See if I an get any more info that might be useful."

"I've talked to her teacher once," Catherine said, "She said that Amy is...or was, really bright, probably could have skipped a few grades if she wanted to..."

"But she didn't..." Nick replied, "Out of... fear of standing out even more maybe?"

"Seems most likely," Warrick said, "It's going to be hard to avoid standing out after this though."

"Alright," Grissom sighed out of frustration, "From here on it we're working against the clock, Go over every single piece of evidence as best as you can. Don't miss anything, we don't have much time left."

"I've put an ABP out on the car that Steve Anderson was last seen driving," Brass explained, "I've got all my people checking the abandoned warehouses in Vegas, but it'll be hard getting to all of them in a day."

"Just do your best." Grissom said, "That's all I can ask."