Author's note: Yay, new chapter! It's MEAP testing time at school again, and I've got 3 hours of second hr. to kill, so… I wrote fanfic!! I might even post the next chapter if I get time! ;)
Spoilers: Let's see… none right now that I can think of… oh, wait, I take that back. Butterflied.
Disclaimer: Not mine, but the psychic said it's in my future!
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The grim figure sauntered down the stairs, toting a gun in its right hand, which flopped lazily onto the figure's thigh with each step down the rotting planks of wood.
Clop, plop. Clop, plop.
Grissom unconsciously put his arm around Sara, his mind hoping this small gesture would somehow protect her from whatever was about to happen.
The click of the kidnappers feet echoed throughout the room as it met the cement floor below the last step. The form warily made its way over to the CSI's that sat huddled in the corner. Pausing, a hand went to his pocket, and pulled out a flashlight. Long fingers turned it on, and shone it onto the faces of Grissom and Sara.
They squinted at the sudden assault of light on their sensitive eyes. Grissom held an arm over his face, trying to see any features of their kidnapper. He only saw one. He wore all black. Either that, or was invisible.
Laughter filled the room, and the flashlight was set slowly on the ground.
"Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle, two of Las Vegas's finest criminalists. Welcome to my basement."
No one said a word. Fear crept through every pore in Grissom's body. Next to him, he could feel Sara shaking. The man laughed again.
"Ha, scared are you? The big crime solver of the city is scared? Amazing," said the man in fascination.
Grissom looked to where the man's eyes would be, it they weren't shrouded in darkness. A cold trickle of sweat ran down his spine.
"Since you know we are with the crime lab, you also know that the LVMPD will be looking for us, and we've got the best lab in the nation; the best CSI's. They will find evidence as to where we are, so why don't you just let us go?" said Grissom calmly.
If the man had a smile on his face, it was wiped away immediately. The gun flinched in his hand, as if he considered lifting it to Grissom's temple, and then hung loosely at his side again. Instead, he brought his foot to Grissom's gut.
Sara screamed as Grissom flew back against the wall. His body hit the wall with a loud thump, but that was masked by his scream of pain. Shaky hands grabbed for his stomach when he hit the ground, and he could feel Sara's hand come to his face.
"Grissom?" she whispered.
"Oh god," a sob escaped past his lips.
Laughter echoed throughout the room.
"Don't even think you're going to get out of this too easily. I've planned for this day far to long to let the "quick rescue" story ruin it. Oh, no, I've planned this perfectly. You're going to be here for awhile."
Wet tears slipped down Grissom's face as he got to his knees. His abdomen was on fire, and he clutched it as he tried to take a deep breath. Sara tried to meet his eyes, but found they were closed. Grissom looked up at the man again.
"Monster," was all he could manage. He regretted it as soon as he said it.
A hand slammed into his head, and he fell to the floor. Blood dripped slowly out of his mouth as he tried to get up, but as soon as he tried a foot made contact with his face. He fell backwards into Sara, who was screaming. Her wet tears fell on his face as she pulled him away from another kick.
"Stop!" she screamed, "Stop! Why are you doing this?" she sobbed.
Heavy breathing came from their kidnapper. He chuckled in the darkness, and wiped away some sweat from his forehead.
"How about you, Mr. Grissom? Do you want to know why?" he whispered in the dark.
Grissom was scared to say anything, but a million questions ran through his shaken head, and why was definitely on the top of the list. Gingerly he shook his pounding head.
"Wow."
Grissom stared up at the man from the dusty floor, his left eye starting to swell. Sara sought his hand in the darkness, and when she grasped it, met his eyes before looking at their captor.
"The intelligent Gil Grissom, asking me... why. Isn't that your job? To figure out the why?" he paused, "I heard about you a long time ago. I became fascinated in your work. I was determined to be like you, maybe even surpass your work. I was determined…," he trailed off, eyes glassy, distant.
Sara looked at Grissom, but he was till staring at the kidnapper. Sweat was rolling down his face, and she could see him shaking. A shiver went down her spine. She had never seen Grissom so scared.
"So," the man continued, "Two weeks ago I decided I needed to meet you. I have so many unanswered questions. So, I did the one thing I knew would draw your attention."
Grissom drew in a breath, "You killed those people. You didn't even know them, did you?"
The man chuckled and shook his head, "No, I didn't. I just followed them home after dinner one night. Convenient, really. They were leaving the same time as me."
Grissom shook his head and let it drop. Sara stared at him, noting the total defeat in his face.
"My brother helped me. He was the one who had the pleasure of knocking you out, Ms. Sidle. But he was just as dispensable as the people from the restaurant, and just as dispensable as you. Don't you see now? There is no way out of this. Even if your precious friends find you, it'll be too late."
He turned around and headed back up the stairs. Before he opened the door, he turned back around.
"Don't think you can get out, either. Even if you manage to get past the locks on this door, I've got cameras all over the house, and I've booby trapped the rooms all around the basement door. Except for one, of course, but you'd be dead before you figured out which one it was."
He turned back to the door and opened it. He shut it quietly behind him. Grissom and Sara winced as they heard five small clicks; five locks.
"Are you ok?" Sara asked Grissom, bringing a hand to his cheek. He closed his eyes at the feeling of her palm against his face. He nodded slowly.
"I'm fine," he mumbled as he opened his eyes and met her gaze.
She smiled, then removed her hand.
They sat together in silence for the rest of the night.
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"Alright guys, listen up," said Catherine as she sat down at the break room table.
The room was suddenly silent, and all faces turned to look at the older woman.
"As you know, Grissom and Sara are missing. And, since Grissom is gone, I will be supervisor and lead on this case. Now, here's what we know," she opened the folder in front of her, "Grissom and Sara showed up at the crime scene at around 9:30. The met with Brass, discussed the case. At around 11:00, Brass got a phone call from an unknown caller saying he had Grissom and Sara, and that he wouldn't 'hesitate to hurt them.' Brass proceeded to sweep the house, and found that they were missing. Any questions?"
Catherine paused and looked around the table. The three men were silent.
"Ok then. Nick, Greg, you're going back to the scene. Look for anything that may be related to whoever else was in that house. Greg, when you get back, I'm going to need you to process any evidence you've got."
"Yes ma'am," he said.
"Warrick, you and Brass are going to interview people who were at the scene, from officers to bystanders. We took everyone's name at the scene, questioned a few already about the murder vics, so see if you can get anything out of them about Griss and Sara."
Warrick nodded as Catherine handed him a long list of names.
"I'm going to join Nick and Greg a.s.a.p. I have a few calls to make to day shift about maybe getting some extra hands on deck. This could get complicated. Be careful guys, we don't need anyone else to go missing," she paused," Let's go find them, guys."
Everyone got up and left, a prayer n their hearts for their missing friends.
Spoilers: Let's see… none right now that I can think of… oh, wait, I take that back. Butterflied.
Disclaimer: Not mine, but the psychic said it's in my future!
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The grim figure sauntered down the stairs, toting a gun in its right hand, which flopped lazily onto the figure's thigh with each step down the rotting planks of wood.
Clop, plop. Clop, plop.
Grissom unconsciously put his arm around Sara, his mind hoping this small gesture would somehow protect her from whatever was about to happen.
The click of the kidnappers feet echoed throughout the room as it met the cement floor below the last step. The form warily made its way over to the CSI's that sat huddled in the corner. Pausing, a hand went to his pocket, and pulled out a flashlight. Long fingers turned it on, and shone it onto the faces of Grissom and Sara.
They squinted at the sudden assault of light on their sensitive eyes. Grissom held an arm over his face, trying to see any features of their kidnapper. He only saw one. He wore all black. Either that, or was invisible.
Laughter filled the room, and the flashlight was set slowly on the ground.
"Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle, two of Las Vegas's finest criminalists. Welcome to my basement."
No one said a word. Fear crept through every pore in Grissom's body. Next to him, he could feel Sara shaking. The man laughed again.
"Ha, scared are you? The big crime solver of the city is scared? Amazing," said the man in fascination.
Grissom looked to where the man's eyes would be, it they weren't shrouded in darkness. A cold trickle of sweat ran down his spine.
"Since you know we are with the crime lab, you also know that the LVMPD will be looking for us, and we've got the best lab in the nation; the best CSI's. They will find evidence as to where we are, so why don't you just let us go?" said Grissom calmly.
If the man had a smile on his face, it was wiped away immediately. The gun flinched in his hand, as if he considered lifting it to Grissom's temple, and then hung loosely at his side again. Instead, he brought his foot to Grissom's gut.
Sara screamed as Grissom flew back against the wall. His body hit the wall with a loud thump, but that was masked by his scream of pain. Shaky hands grabbed for his stomach when he hit the ground, and he could feel Sara's hand come to his face.
"Grissom?" she whispered.
"Oh god," a sob escaped past his lips.
Laughter echoed throughout the room.
"Don't even think you're going to get out of this too easily. I've planned for this day far to long to let the "quick rescue" story ruin it. Oh, no, I've planned this perfectly. You're going to be here for awhile."
Wet tears slipped down Grissom's face as he got to his knees. His abdomen was on fire, and he clutched it as he tried to take a deep breath. Sara tried to meet his eyes, but found they were closed. Grissom looked up at the man again.
"Monster," was all he could manage. He regretted it as soon as he said it.
A hand slammed into his head, and he fell to the floor. Blood dripped slowly out of his mouth as he tried to get up, but as soon as he tried a foot made contact with his face. He fell backwards into Sara, who was screaming. Her wet tears fell on his face as she pulled him away from another kick.
"Stop!" she screamed, "Stop! Why are you doing this?" she sobbed.
Heavy breathing came from their kidnapper. He chuckled in the darkness, and wiped away some sweat from his forehead.
"How about you, Mr. Grissom? Do you want to know why?" he whispered in the dark.
Grissom was scared to say anything, but a million questions ran through his shaken head, and why was definitely on the top of the list. Gingerly he shook his pounding head.
"Wow."
Grissom stared up at the man from the dusty floor, his left eye starting to swell. Sara sought his hand in the darkness, and when she grasped it, met his eyes before looking at their captor.
"The intelligent Gil Grissom, asking me... why. Isn't that your job? To figure out the why?" he paused, "I heard about you a long time ago. I became fascinated in your work. I was determined to be like you, maybe even surpass your work. I was determined…," he trailed off, eyes glassy, distant.
Sara looked at Grissom, but he was till staring at the kidnapper. Sweat was rolling down his face, and she could see him shaking. A shiver went down her spine. She had never seen Grissom so scared.
"So," the man continued, "Two weeks ago I decided I needed to meet you. I have so many unanswered questions. So, I did the one thing I knew would draw your attention."
Grissom drew in a breath, "You killed those people. You didn't even know them, did you?"
The man chuckled and shook his head, "No, I didn't. I just followed them home after dinner one night. Convenient, really. They were leaving the same time as me."
Grissom shook his head and let it drop. Sara stared at him, noting the total defeat in his face.
"My brother helped me. He was the one who had the pleasure of knocking you out, Ms. Sidle. But he was just as dispensable as the people from the restaurant, and just as dispensable as you. Don't you see now? There is no way out of this. Even if your precious friends find you, it'll be too late."
He turned around and headed back up the stairs. Before he opened the door, he turned back around.
"Don't think you can get out, either. Even if you manage to get past the locks on this door, I've got cameras all over the house, and I've booby trapped the rooms all around the basement door. Except for one, of course, but you'd be dead before you figured out which one it was."
He turned back to the door and opened it. He shut it quietly behind him. Grissom and Sara winced as they heard five small clicks; five locks.
"Are you ok?" Sara asked Grissom, bringing a hand to his cheek. He closed his eyes at the feeling of her palm against his face. He nodded slowly.
"I'm fine," he mumbled as he opened his eyes and met her gaze.
She smiled, then removed her hand.
They sat together in silence for the rest of the night.
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"Alright guys, listen up," said Catherine as she sat down at the break room table.
The room was suddenly silent, and all faces turned to look at the older woman.
"As you know, Grissom and Sara are missing. And, since Grissom is gone, I will be supervisor and lead on this case. Now, here's what we know," she opened the folder in front of her, "Grissom and Sara showed up at the crime scene at around 9:30. The met with Brass, discussed the case. At around 11:00, Brass got a phone call from an unknown caller saying he had Grissom and Sara, and that he wouldn't 'hesitate to hurt them.' Brass proceeded to sweep the house, and found that they were missing. Any questions?"
Catherine paused and looked around the table. The three men were silent.
"Ok then. Nick, Greg, you're going back to the scene. Look for anything that may be related to whoever else was in that house. Greg, when you get back, I'm going to need you to process any evidence you've got."
"Yes ma'am," he said.
"Warrick, you and Brass are going to interview people who were at the scene, from officers to bystanders. We took everyone's name at the scene, questioned a few already about the murder vics, so see if you can get anything out of them about Griss and Sara."
Warrick nodded as Catherine handed him a long list of names.
"I'm going to join Nick and Greg a.s.a.p. I have a few calls to make to day shift about maybe getting some extra hands on deck. This could get complicated. Be careful guys, we don't need anyone else to go missing," she paused," Let's go find them, guys."
Everyone got up and left, a prayer n their hearts for their missing friends.