Disclaimer: OK, brace yourselves for a huge revelation: I don't own them. I don't own Grissom, I don't own Catherine, I don't own Sara, I don't own Nick, Warrick, Greg Brass, etc. The only one I own is "Gerald Fremont," which kind of sucks 'cause he's a murderer, kidnapper, and a wife-beater. I don't know if the places exist or not, everything just comes out of my head.
Notes: sorry it's taken so long to update. Blame my teachers; they hand out too much HW!
Spoilers: Read the first few lines - guess!
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Catherine stared out the window in shock. The desert stretched for miles in every direction. The only building in site was an abandoned gas station, the Gas-and-Go station, south of Henderson. The last time she had been out her, was with Roy Logan, after he had killed his wife. So is this just coincidence, or does he have something to do with the Logan Case? The man looked at her in the mirror again, "You still don't recognize me, do you?" Catherine shook her head slowly. "I don't believe this! You put me in jail, and then forget I ever existed."
"I don't put people in jail," Catherine tried to explain, "I just analyze the scenes."
"It was the prosecutor's first murder case, the judge was a liberal, and the jury was a bunch of rednecks. Everything was in my favor, but you ruined it!!
Catherine struggled to recollect, then suddenly remembered, ten years ago, domestic-abuse/murder case, the perp got off on the murder charge, but was sentenced to ten years for wife-beating. That was it - Fremont. "Fremont? Gerald Fremont?"
"Ah, now you remember!" he exclaimed sarcastically, as he pulled into the gas station.
Pulling her from the car, he dragged Catherine toward a small shack behind the building. He loosened his hold on her to open the door, and she twisted out of his grasp. She grabbed the keys out of his hand and ran to the car. She fumbled to open the door with her still-bound hands. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him running toward her. Catherine opened the door, but before she could climb inside, her kidnapper slammed into her, pushing her against the side of the car. Catherine struggled to turn around and fight him, but he held her pressed up against the sedan. "Let go of me!" Catherine shouted as she tried to get away.
"I'll let go of you when I'm damn well ready." he growled. The movement of his hands changed suddenly. He used his body to pin her to the car as his hands roamed over her...
---------------Gerald Fremont's Apartment---------------
Grissom walked into the living room, trying to keep from breaking down. Warrick was standing in a corner sketching the crime scene. "Where's Nick?"
Warrick glanced up, startled. "Hey Gris. 'Thought you were gonna to be doing paperwork all day?" Grissom shrugged, remembering Sara's outburst. "Oh yeah, Nicky went to pick up the security tapes from the garage. He's going to take it back to the lab - let Archie work his magic with it."
"So what do we have so far?" Grissom asked.
"Well, from what I can tell, Cath was in the walk-in linen closet thing over there," he pointed to an open door down the hall. "I found her prints all over the inside doorknob. She ran out; the phone is right there," he gestured to an end table next to the couch. "Grabs it, hide in the closet and calls you. Fremont finds her eventually; he tries to end the connection. So he throws the phone, and.... loses his temper." They both stared at the blood on the floor.
"Have we found anything that could tell us where she is now?"
Warrick shook his head, "Nothin' yet. I'm still looking though." They split up and continued looking over the room again, inch by inch.
-----------------At the Lab--------------
Nick walked into the room and peered over Archie's shoulder at the computer screen. "You rang?"
Archie looked up, his eyes glistening. "Yeah, I think I got something. I fast-forwarded until after Linds got to the elevator- her account was accurate for everything she saw. Cath shot the two guys, then turned to face the driver before the doors closed." They watched on the screen as Catherine turned her gun on the last man, and pulled the trigger - nothing happened.
"She was out of bullets... She used 'em all up protecting Lindsey and didn't have enough left to protect herself." Nick muttered. On the computer, Catherine dropped the useless gun and ran for her car. Halfway there, Gerald Fremont caught up to her. They fought furiously for a few minutes before a blow caught Catherine full in the face and she dropped to the ground. Catherine fought weakly as the man picked her up and carried her over to the car. He put her in the back, grabbed a syringe, and found one of her veins. Catherine's faint attempt at resistance faded away as she collapsed, unconscious.
"Damn that Bastard!" Nick muttered, not wanting Lindsey to hear him from where she sat in the Break Room. "Goddamn him!" he vented, louder then before. He lowered his voice guiltily when he heard the voices in the other room pause. "You said you had something?"
"Look at this." Archie zoomed in on something inside the open sedan - a GPS with the track for the last few days on screen. "It's mostly all to the same places: grocery store, his house, the other two guys' houses on Dogwood Blvd., the CSI building - just driving by, and Catherine's house - also just driving by. But a couple days ago, he went to an abandoned gas station out on highway 581. He just went out there and turned around again. Setting up a back-up place maybe?"
Before he had finished talking, Nick was dialing a judge. "Hello? This is CSI Stokes, is Judge Hanson there?" pause, "all right." He covered the mouthpiece. "Thanks, Archie, I think this it!" He walked out. "Sara!" She poked her head out of the Break Room. "I'm trying to get a warrant right now. Call Gris an' all - I think we got him!"