Chapter 21
The arrest warrant was issued, and the three CSI's piled into a car, followed by Brass. They neared the house and parked a small way off. Warrick had a very uneasy feeling, "Yo, Gris, you go ahead. I'll stay outside here, for a little bit. Ok?" Grissom was too absorbed in his own thoughts to even half register was Warrick said. "Yea, yea." He mumbled and Warrick immediately fell back as the other three men continued their fast gait towards the house. Warrick followed slowly, taking every little detail in. Looking everywhere and anywhere, there was something here, there had to be, he had felt something. He distinctly heard his colleagues make their way into the house and shut the door behind themselves. But, he kept on walking. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he was nearing the end of the road, after a slight curb, there was the looming forest. A lightbulb went off, 'Of course, the forest!!!' Warrick rushed off the road and sprinting ran into the dimness of the trees. He ran no more than ten feet when he abruptly stopped and fell back onto his behind. A big boulder, it seemed was in his way, and as the CSI picked himself up and made his way around it, he noticed a flash of silver in between the green. He gingerly places his hands upon the big mass, and slowly peeled back layers of branches, leaves, and a whole lot of other forest particles. "Catherine..." he threateningly growled as he uncovered a silver door of the woman's vehicle. He was ready to tear the door open and scold her for such childness, such disobedience, such cunning. Unfortunately, as he glanced into the car he saw no redhead sitting there, gleefully looking back at him saying, "Go away!" No, there was absolutely no one in the car. Warrick's eyes roamed over the panoply of food wrappings strewn about, the unopened water bottles on the floor, and the pillows and blanket on the back seat. He should've known, this was exactly like Catherine. But, instead of mentally praising Catherine for such a scheme, fear gripped his stomach. She wasn't there, and that meant bad news. She was probably already at the house, full in action, getting her child back. He tore his gaze away from the vehicle and forced his legs to take him to the suspect's house.
Grissom silently mused while walking to make the arrest. He surely climbed the wooden stairs and knocked on the door without even checking if all of his companions had caught up. Since no one answered, he was about to open the door for himself when Brass interfered. "Gris? Step away." Jim took out his gun and motioned for the others to move to the right side of the door, Nick did, but Grissom remained stationary. Brass kicked open the door with ease, as it was unlocked. He crept in sweeping his gun from side to side, followed by Nick who irritably snatched Grissom's gun from its holster and followed Brass's suit. Grissom did not even notice. Nick took the downstairs while Brass searched the upstairs. In five minutes Grissom dimly heard Nick shout, "Clear down here Brass, what do you have?" Brass came back down the stairs, face ashen. "Um.....our umm......suspect......may not be available....... at the moment....." Nick looked inquisitively at the Captain. He then sprinted upstairs from which he hollered to Grissom, "Hey, Gris, you might want to take a look at this." Waiting for a few minutes and not getting any sort of response the young CSI came down and stopped in front of Grissom. "Yo!!!! Earth to Grissom." Grissom snapped out of his reverie and snapped at Nick, "What is it Nick?!?" Nick was fuming, Gris was totally out of it. Probably because he had no sleep for 4 days straight, but still, they had to help Sara and Lindsey. "Get your ass upstairs. . . boss." Nick coldly replied and led the way. Grissom, confused, followed. In the master bathroom Nick paused and gestured for Grissom to continue into the bathroom. From inside Grissom called out, "Hey, someone call 911." Nick relied the information towards Brass downstairs. "She's still alive? I thought you said...." Nick paused, "You didn't even check her pulse???" Brass stammered, "Well, I assumed that she died, I didn't want to mess with the evidence." Nick sighed, "Just phone in the call, ok? We need an ambulance." With that, Nick bounded up the stairs again.
In the bathroom, Grissom stood over the bathtub. A naked body was there, the head limply resting on one shoulder in the pink water. A bloody blade lay on the rim of the tub, and Grissom could make out the slashing marks on the woman's hands. "Damn." He muttered. Nick was in the doorway, silently looking on. He decided to go back downstairs and leave Grissom alone for a few minutes. He found Brass in the kitchen, looking intently out of the window and muttering to himself, "That son of a bitch....that.....that.....no wonder we couldn't find anything......no damn wonder!!!"
Nick went back up to Grissom and leaning against the doorframe of the the bathroom door he made his presence known. Grissom turned and nodded. "Hey. I think she'll make it. I detected a pulse on her neck. Did you, uh, call 911?" Nick slowly nodded. Grissom turned around and once again gazed at Mrs. Fields. "Damn her. Now how the hell are we supposed to find Sara? And Lindsey?" Nick chuckled, and Grissom sharply turned around, "What the hell is so funny Nick?" "Well, if you weren't so absorbed in your own thoughts, you would've noticed something very important. Brass phoned in the call, and went into the kitchen. From the window he saw the backyard, and guess what???" Grissom rushed outside and onto the grassy part of the back yard. He immediately saw the small turf of synthetic grass that Mrs. Fields did not completely mold into place. Putting on some gloves, Grissom turned back the grass and opened the door that lead to the stairs. He fished for a flashlight and finally finding one in his vest he made his way down the stairs. Waiting for Nick to completely descend before opening the door, Grissom looked around. There were only two openings, that was the door and the way back up the stairs. Finally, Nick was standing beside Grissom and he opened the door. Peering in, he saw a figuring hunching by what seemed like a bed in the corner. He carefully stepped into the dimness of the room and focused his gaze on the way of the flashlight. Nick was right behind his boss and seeing the light switch flipped it on and saw the room fully. "Oh my..." Catherine, who was kneeling by the bed, looked in horror at the door. Seeing her two friends advancing towards her she screamed out, "Don't let that door close!!!"
The arrest warrant was issued, and the three CSI's piled into a car, followed by Brass. They neared the house and parked a small way off. Warrick had a very uneasy feeling, "Yo, Gris, you go ahead. I'll stay outside here, for a little bit. Ok?" Grissom was too absorbed in his own thoughts to even half register was Warrick said. "Yea, yea." He mumbled and Warrick immediately fell back as the other three men continued their fast gait towards the house. Warrick followed slowly, taking every little detail in. Looking everywhere and anywhere, there was something here, there had to be, he had felt something. He distinctly heard his colleagues make their way into the house and shut the door behind themselves. But, he kept on walking. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he was nearing the end of the road, after a slight curb, there was the looming forest. A lightbulb went off, 'Of course, the forest!!!' Warrick rushed off the road and sprinting ran into the dimness of the trees. He ran no more than ten feet when he abruptly stopped and fell back onto his behind. A big boulder, it seemed was in his way, and as the CSI picked himself up and made his way around it, he noticed a flash of silver in between the green. He gingerly places his hands upon the big mass, and slowly peeled back layers of branches, leaves, and a whole lot of other forest particles. "Catherine..." he threateningly growled as he uncovered a silver door of the woman's vehicle. He was ready to tear the door open and scold her for such childness, such disobedience, such cunning. Unfortunately, as he glanced into the car he saw no redhead sitting there, gleefully looking back at him saying, "Go away!" No, there was absolutely no one in the car. Warrick's eyes roamed over the panoply of food wrappings strewn about, the unopened water bottles on the floor, and the pillows and blanket on the back seat. He should've known, this was exactly like Catherine. But, instead of mentally praising Catherine for such a scheme, fear gripped his stomach. She wasn't there, and that meant bad news. She was probably already at the house, full in action, getting her child back. He tore his gaze away from the vehicle and forced his legs to take him to the suspect's house.
Grissom silently mused while walking to make the arrest. He surely climbed the wooden stairs and knocked on the door without even checking if all of his companions had caught up. Since no one answered, he was about to open the door for himself when Brass interfered. "Gris? Step away." Jim took out his gun and motioned for the others to move to the right side of the door, Nick did, but Grissom remained stationary. Brass kicked open the door with ease, as it was unlocked. He crept in sweeping his gun from side to side, followed by Nick who irritably snatched Grissom's gun from its holster and followed Brass's suit. Grissom did not even notice. Nick took the downstairs while Brass searched the upstairs. In five minutes Grissom dimly heard Nick shout, "Clear down here Brass, what do you have?" Brass came back down the stairs, face ashen. "Um.....our umm......suspect......may not be available....... at the moment....." Nick looked inquisitively at the Captain. He then sprinted upstairs from which he hollered to Grissom, "Hey, Gris, you might want to take a look at this." Waiting for a few minutes and not getting any sort of response the young CSI came down and stopped in front of Grissom. "Yo!!!! Earth to Grissom." Grissom snapped out of his reverie and snapped at Nick, "What is it Nick?!?" Nick was fuming, Gris was totally out of it. Probably because he had no sleep for 4 days straight, but still, they had to help Sara and Lindsey. "Get your ass upstairs. . . boss." Nick coldly replied and led the way. Grissom, confused, followed. In the master bathroom Nick paused and gestured for Grissom to continue into the bathroom. From inside Grissom called out, "Hey, someone call 911." Nick relied the information towards Brass downstairs. "She's still alive? I thought you said...." Nick paused, "You didn't even check her pulse???" Brass stammered, "Well, I assumed that she died, I didn't want to mess with the evidence." Nick sighed, "Just phone in the call, ok? We need an ambulance." With that, Nick bounded up the stairs again.
In the bathroom, Grissom stood over the bathtub. A naked body was there, the head limply resting on one shoulder in the pink water. A bloody blade lay on the rim of the tub, and Grissom could make out the slashing marks on the woman's hands. "Damn." He muttered. Nick was in the doorway, silently looking on. He decided to go back downstairs and leave Grissom alone for a few minutes. He found Brass in the kitchen, looking intently out of the window and muttering to himself, "That son of a bitch....that.....that.....no wonder we couldn't find anything......no damn wonder!!!"
Nick went back up to Grissom and leaning against the doorframe of the the bathroom door he made his presence known. Grissom turned and nodded. "Hey. I think she'll make it. I detected a pulse on her neck. Did you, uh, call 911?" Nick slowly nodded. Grissom turned around and once again gazed at Mrs. Fields. "Damn her. Now how the hell are we supposed to find Sara? And Lindsey?" Nick chuckled, and Grissom sharply turned around, "What the hell is so funny Nick?" "Well, if you weren't so absorbed in your own thoughts, you would've noticed something very important. Brass phoned in the call, and went into the kitchen. From the window he saw the backyard, and guess what???" Grissom rushed outside and onto the grassy part of the back yard. He immediately saw the small turf of synthetic grass that Mrs. Fields did not completely mold into place. Putting on some gloves, Grissom turned back the grass and opened the door that lead to the stairs. He fished for a flashlight and finally finding one in his vest he made his way down the stairs. Waiting for Nick to completely descend before opening the door, Grissom looked around. There were only two openings, that was the door and the way back up the stairs. Finally, Nick was standing beside Grissom and he opened the door. Peering in, he saw a figuring hunching by what seemed like a bed in the corner. He carefully stepped into the dimness of the room and focused his gaze on the way of the flashlight. Nick was right behind his boss and seeing the light switch flipped it on and saw the room fully. "Oh my..." Catherine, who was kneeling by the bed, looked in horror at the door. Seeing her two friends advancing towards her she screamed out, "Don't let that door close!!!"