Chapter 2: Looking For Help

Greg ran to the Crime Lab and searched for Brass or Grissom. He ran into them both in the hallway.

"Brass!! Grissom!! A girl! Jamie Taylor! She's been kidnapped!!" He was very much out of breath. People were looking out of labs trying to find out what the noise was all about.

"Greg, slow down. What happened?"

"Well, Gris, I was walking down the street * gasp* and I saw this really cute redhead *gasp * and she was moving so I *gasp * stopped to help her"

"Catch your breath and then tell us what happened. But get on with it!" urged Brass.

"Okay. So anyway, she was kidnapped! I turned around to pick up a box and when I turned back around a car was speeding off and she was leaning unconscious against the window."

"Did you get a good look at the kidnapper or perhaps the license plate number? And what did you say her name was?" Brass questioned.

"I didn't see him. And I'm pretty sure that the number was DC4-38XT. *Thinks a minute * Yep. That's it. The car was a silver Honda Accord though. Looked almost brand new. And her name is Jamie Taylor."

"Okay. I'll go do a little research."

"Thanks Brass." Brass rushed to his office.

"Greg, I want you to get Sara and Nick working on this case. And ask Catherine to pitch in to. Hopefully Brass will have enough information so we don't need all of us. Tell them to go to the conference room ASAP."

"What about Warrick?"

"He's got the night off."

"Alright I'll go find them now."

"Thanks Greg."

"Anytime Grissom."

Greg ran off looking for the CSI's hoping that they were not on a case. The first of the three he found was Nick.

"Nick, there is this case that Grissom needs you for. He said to go to the conference room as soon as possible."

"But I'm working on a case right now."

"Ok but you have to go to Grissom."

"Fine."

Nick wasn't too happy about leaving the case he was working on. It was working it solo. It wasn't much but at least he was working it alone. Sara and Catherine would be working on a case together. Greg walked into a lab and saw them comparing tire treads. Catherine turned and saw Greg.

"Hey Greg! Got anything for us on our case?"

"No. I haven't been in the lab yet. Ecklie's gonna be pissed that I had one of his workers workin overtime. Oh well. Anyway, Gris needs you guys help on a case."

"But we're busy working on this case."

"I know Sara but please come. He needs your help. I need your help."

"Alright Greg. We'll be right there."

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The team is waiting patiently in the conference room. They have all gotten themselves something to eat. Greg just sat there looking at his food.

"Greg you need to eat something."

"I'm ok Grissom."

Just then Brass walked into the room with a wide grin on his face. Greg stood straight up.

"What'd you find?"

"You are going to love this. Ms. Jamie Taylor. 28 years old. Grew up in Texas. Went to UC Berkeley. But that's not the good news. The good news is that 2 years ago she filed a TRO against a Danny Moreno. And what's even better is that he moved here 3 weeks ago and bought himself a silver Honda Accord. License plate number DC4-38XT."

"Yes! Thank you Brass." Greg shouted.

"Anytime Greg. And this guy has a prior of Breaking & Entering. And robbery. I think this is our guy."

"Good job Brass. But we don't really have an idea of where he is do we?"

"No I guess not. Damn it! Just when I thought that we had something!"

"Calm down Greggo. It is something. And it's closer than we were a minute ago." Nick tried to calm Greg down.

"I sent some uniforms out looking for his car. They are gonna call me if they find anything."

"Ok Brass. But what can we do till then?"

"Just sit and wait Greg. That's all we can do. Sorry." Catherine said sympathetically.

"I'm gonna go for a walk." Greg announced.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No thanks Sara. I just want to think a little."

Greg stepped outside the building, breathing in the warm night air. He needed to calm down but he couldn't figure out why he was so worked up. He just met her. Maybe she wasn't even thinking about him.