Grissom stood there, looking at the man in the car before him. Should he
let the man go and look inside the house, or should he just wait for Brass?
There's obviously something in the house, or the man wouldn't be here...he
had to do something!
Nick was only a foot away from Grissom; the same thoughts going threw his head. Then it hit him, "Griss, you go in the house and I'll wait here for Brass." Grissom took his eyes off the man and brought them to Nick, thought about what he had said, then shook his head.
"You go in the house, I'll stay here," he wasn't about to give Nick the chance to actually meet this guy, not with his temper, which he seldom shown. Nick nodded and picked up his kit, and slowly headed into the house. He opened the front door and looked inside. He had his flashlight on and slowly checked every square inch of the house. His light fell on several things that belonged to Ashton, everything from her jacket to her, to a personal note that the kidnapper had made to himself...Stokes at 2:00pm, outside house. He had waited for her...but how had he known?
Danny couldn't believe his eyes; they had actually split up. So should I stay here like a sitting duck? He thought to himself as he put both hands on the steering wheel. He made his decision...get out of there! ****************************** Brass had gotten the call from Nick, but was in the middle of a meeting and couldn't possibly answer it. But he took the call when he got a second call, this time from Greg. There was no reason for Greg to call him, it must have been important.
"Brass," he said after excusing himself from the table and apologizing for the interruption.
"Nick and Grissom need you, Now!" Greg said quickly and as brave sounding as he could. He gave Brass the address and hung up the phone before Brass could even answer. He sighed and walked off, knowing that he'd never be able to explain this to the people in the meeting. He'd never be able to get out of helping Nick, this was his kid after all, but jigging a meeting wasn't going to just blow off either. ************************** Nick picked up the note; it defiantly wasn't Ashton's handwriting. But still Nick had no clue how Danny could have possibly known about Ashton...or was it Ashton he wanted? Nick thought for a moment, it wasn't Mally, she never leaves the lab. He couldn't be the target, he wasn't on the case, which leaves Ashton. What had she done to deserve any of this? Had she met him before he kidnapped her? ***************************** Grissom stayed outside, looking at the car in front of him. He could hear police sirens in the distance and knew that Brass was close by. He looked Danny in the eye and couldn't believe it. The kidnapper was Danny Rave! He and Ashton had interviewed him a couple of weeks ago, which explains how he knew Ashton, and why she became his next victim...but there was no evidence on him, no fingerprints, blood or hair. All the evidence they had pointed to another man, Chris Gaudin. Danny had no motive...this made no sense! Unless Danny was a copycat, but then, why did he do it? He was in the clear.
Brass's car pulled up and blocked Danny in the driveway, so much for just leaving now! Danny swallowed hard, he was done for now.
"This better be good Gil," Brass said walking up to the passenger side of Danny's car, "I just walked out on a meeting to be here. Don't tell me that I just put my ass on the line for a warrant," Brass was obviously frustrated and wasn't in the mood for games.
"No warrant Jim," Grissom replied, "We want this guy arrested. We believe that he was the one that kidnapped Ashton and that he may know where she is," he pointed to Danny, which made his heart jump. He had gotten away once, but now t might just be the end for him.
"Why did I do that favor?" Danny asked himself as he slammed down on the steering wheel, "Chris isn't worth this!" ********************************* Ashton sat quietly on the floor in the attic, her cell. She had just noticed the temperature drop and was now only starting to really feel cold. Her hands had gone numb hours ago from being tied behind her back for so long, her legs shook uncontrollably as her nerves got the better half of her. What if they never find me? She thought, but shook her head and pushed the thought aside. They will! She told herself, Dad will find me!!
*********************************
Nick was puzzled to say the least. The letter that he had found and bagged wasn't in Ashton's hand writing, but then again it could be from anyone. He walked by a chair in the kitchen with a jacket slung over it, Ashton's jacket. He picked it up slowly, not wanting to ruin any evidence that may be on it and bagged it also. His heart raced and his stomach ached at the thought of having to deal with the possibility that Ashton may be his next case.
The house was spotless, except the living room where a struggle had obviously taken place. There was blood covering the couch, floor and coffee table. Nick slowly brought out a swab and took a sample of each section, then returned the samples to his kit where he could give them to Greg to run. How could I have let this happen? He asked himself while packing up the kit. How could I have let my little girl get hurt like this? He couldn't believe himself. He had gotten into his work to the point where he didn't even notice what his kids where doing, this wasn't right! God, let Ashton be alive! *********************************** Danny could see Brass talking with Grissom, and was able to make out the word 'arrest' in their conversation. Damn it! He thought, Now what? He thought for a moment longer and came up with the idea to run, but just as he set his mind to it and just as he put his hand on the car door to open it, Brass came up to the car window. He tapped it lightly and motioned for Danny to come out.
"Danny, you are under arrest for the murder of Ashton Stokes. You have the right to remain silent..." Danny stood out of the car shock out of his mind. Dead?? Did she really die?
Nick was only a foot away from Grissom; the same thoughts going threw his head. Then it hit him, "Griss, you go in the house and I'll wait here for Brass." Grissom took his eyes off the man and brought them to Nick, thought about what he had said, then shook his head.
"You go in the house, I'll stay here," he wasn't about to give Nick the chance to actually meet this guy, not with his temper, which he seldom shown. Nick nodded and picked up his kit, and slowly headed into the house. He opened the front door and looked inside. He had his flashlight on and slowly checked every square inch of the house. His light fell on several things that belonged to Ashton, everything from her jacket to her, to a personal note that the kidnapper had made to himself...Stokes at 2:00pm, outside house. He had waited for her...but how had he known?
Danny couldn't believe his eyes; they had actually split up. So should I stay here like a sitting duck? He thought to himself as he put both hands on the steering wheel. He made his decision...get out of there! ****************************** Brass had gotten the call from Nick, but was in the middle of a meeting and couldn't possibly answer it. But he took the call when he got a second call, this time from Greg. There was no reason for Greg to call him, it must have been important.
"Brass," he said after excusing himself from the table and apologizing for the interruption.
"Nick and Grissom need you, Now!" Greg said quickly and as brave sounding as he could. He gave Brass the address and hung up the phone before Brass could even answer. He sighed and walked off, knowing that he'd never be able to explain this to the people in the meeting. He'd never be able to get out of helping Nick, this was his kid after all, but jigging a meeting wasn't going to just blow off either. ************************** Nick picked up the note; it defiantly wasn't Ashton's handwriting. But still Nick had no clue how Danny could have possibly known about Ashton...or was it Ashton he wanted? Nick thought for a moment, it wasn't Mally, she never leaves the lab. He couldn't be the target, he wasn't on the case, which leaves Ashton. What had she done to deserve any of this? Had she met him before he kidnapped her? ***************************** Grissom stayed outside, looking at the car in front of him. He could hear police sirens in the distance and knew that Brass was close by. He looked Danny in the eye and couldn't believe it. The kidnapper was Danny Rave! He and Ashton had interviewed him a couple of weeks ago, which explains how he knew Ashton, and why she became his next victim...but there was no evidence on him, no fingerprints, blood or hair. All the evidence they had pointed to another man, Chris Gaudin. Danny had no motive...this made no sense! Unless Danny was a copycat, but then, why did he do it? He was in the clear.
Brass's car pulled up and blocked Danny in the driveway, so much for just leaving now! Danny swallowed hard, he was done for now.
"This better be good Gil," Brass said walking up to the passenger side of Danny's car, "I just walked out on a meeting to be here. Don't tell me that I just put my ass on the line for a warrant," Brass was obviously frustrated and wasn't in the mood for games.
"No warrant Jim," Grissom replied, "We want this guy arrested. We believe that he was the one that kidnapped Ashton and that he may know where she is," he pointed to Danny, which made his heart jump. He had gotten away once, but now t might just be the end for him.
"Why did I do that favor?" Danny asked himself as he slammed down on the steering wheel, "Chris isn't worth this!" ********************************* Ashton sat quietly on the floor in the attic, her cell. She had just noticed the temperature drop and was now only starting to really feel cold. Her hands had gone numb hours ago from being tied behind her back for so long, her legs shook uncontrollably as her nerves got the better half of her. What if they never find me? She thought, but shook her head and pushed the thought aside. They will! She told herself, Dad will find me!!
*********************************
Nick was puzzled to say the least. The letter that he had found and bagged wasn't in Ashton's hand writing, but then again it could be from anyone. He walked by a chair in the kitchen with a jacket slung over it, Ashton's jacket. He picked it up slowly, not wanting to ruin any evidence that may be on it and bagged it also. His heart raced and his stomach ached at the thought of having to deal with the possibility that Ashton may be his next case.
The house was spotless, except the living room where a struggle had obviously taken place. There was blood covering the couch, floor and coffee table. Nick slowly brought out a swab and took a sample of each section, then returned the samples to his kit where he could give them to Greg to run. How could I have let this happen? He asked himself while packing up the kit. How could I have let my little girl get hurt like this? He couldn't believe himself. He had gotten into his work to the point where he didn't even notice what his kids where doing, this wasn't right! God, let Ashton be alive! *********************************** Danny could see Brass talking with Grissom, and was able to make out the word 'arrest' in their conversation. Damn it! He thought, Now what? He thought for a moment longer and came up with the idea to run, but just as he set his mind to it and just as he put his hand on the car door to open it, Brass came up to the car window. He tapped it lightly and motioned for Danny to come out.
"Danny, you are under arrest for the murder of Ashton Stokes. You have the right to remain silent..." Danny stood out of the car shock out of his mind. Dead?? Did she really die?
