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-----------------Gerald Fremont's House---------------

Gerald Fremont looked down at Catherine where she lay on the floor. Damn bitch, it's her own fault. She shouldn't have called the cops. Walking over to the cabinet, he rummaged through the drawers until he found some rope. He tied her hands together before dragging her toward the garage door. Picking her up, he tossed her into the backseat of his car, backed out of the driveway and drove off. As he turned the corner, he could hear the sirens of police cars driving up the other road.

-----------------Gerald Fremont's House----------------

Brass and Grissom pulled up in a cop car outside Fremont's house. They ran up to the door, guns drawn. Brass knocked on the door while Grissom tried to look through the windows. When they didn't get an answer, Brass knocked the door open. They walked in, the junior cops spreading out, trying to make sure nobody was there. Brass walked through the kitchen as Grissom moved toward the living room,

"Hey Gris, I got nothin'" Brass called out, wondering if they had the wrong house. "Gil?" He strode into the living room. "Oh, God..."

It looked like a tornado had ripped through the room. The door to the closet was open and all the shelves had been knocked out. A telephone was lying in pieces on the floor by the wall, lamps had been knocked of tables, and there was a pool of blood with drag marks leading to the garage. "Gil!" Brass ran to the garage, he saw Grissom standing, facing the wall. "Gil..." Grissom turned around, his face pale.

"Hey guys?" Warrick and Nick had arrived; they walked through the broken door, looking for Grissom and Brass.

"In here!" Brass called out. They could here the exclamations of shock, anger, and disbelief from Warrick and Nick, as the pair walked through the living room. The silence stretched on as the tension thickened. "Grissom?" Warrick asked quietly.

He seemed to pull himself away from his thoughts. "Okay." He took a deep breath. "You two have this," He gestured toward the door into the house. "Brass, you got the PD side of this?" Brass nodded. "All right. I'll go back to the lab, fill out the missing persons, and call Sara." They split up, Warrick and Nick going back inside, Brass and Grissom heading outside.

As Grissom got in his car, he could hear Brass talking to the other cops. "DMV just pulled his name, we're looking for a dark blue Sedan, plate number 957-ERG. I want every cop in the state looking for it now!"

---------------At the Lab---------------

Sara walked down the hall, looking for Grissom. She barged into his office without bothering to knock. "I thought you were going to call me!" Grissom looked up from the Missing Person's Report, startled. "I just found out, from Greg, that you guys found the guy, went to his house, found blood all over the place - and you didn't think to call me about all this?!" She was really screaming at him now - a crowd was gathering in the hallway behind Sara as she continued. "Damn it, Grissom, Catherine is my friend too, and Warrick's and Nick's, and we're all worried about her! You're not helping to find her by sitting in here on your ass doing paperwork!" She broke down, crying. Grissom closed the door in everyone's faces and, turning, wrapped his arms around Sara. "Lindsey keeps asking me where Cat is, and I don't know what to tell her! I want to help look for Catherine, but I know she'd want me watching Linds - "

"Hey - hey! It's gonna be all right. Trus' me." Sara straightened, wiping the tears of her face. "So, where is Lindsey, anyway?"

"In the Chem. Lab, with Greg. They've got that music turned up so loud, an F-16 could take off next door, and they'd never hear it."

Grissom grinned at that, "Okay, since I need to get my ass out of here, you can stay and watch Lindsey here, and do all the paperwork. I'll go help Nicky and Warrick at the scene. All right?"

Sara looked a little embarrassed about her outburst. "Okay." She watched as Grissom grabbed his keys and walked out, leaving her to explain the shouting to everyone.

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Catherine woke up in the back of the sedan, her head pounding. She grimaced, then tasted blood as the cut on her lip split open again. The car bounced over a pothole, and Catherine groaned slightly, then wished she'd kept quiet when she saw the man's eyes flick to the rear-view mirror. "So you're awake, huh? Don't worry, your friends got the trace; they have another nice little scene to process now." He watched with amusement as Catherine tried to sit up, but - unable to move her hands - fell back to her side with a soft moan. Finally managing to pull herself upright, Catherine stared out the window, her heart sinking when she realized where they were.

Notes: Hey Y'all!! I'll just leave you with a cliffhanger. Ha Ha!! (Aren't I awful!) I'll try to update within a day or so.

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