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Grissom walked around the hallways, searching for something to do. He didn't want to just supervise, but he really didn't have a choice. If the jury found out that she had been going to stay at his house, and then he touched the evidence, the bastard would almost certainly be acquitted.

As he passed the receptionist's desk, the young woman held up her hand, gesturing for him to stop. "Yes, ma'am - he's right here." She passed the phone to Grissom, and ducked under the wire and walked off to give Grissom some space.

"Mr. Grissom? This is Catherine's mother. Do you know where she is? I can't seem to reach her on the cell phone, or her house line."

Grissom's heart sank. "Well- Did Catherine tell you anything when she dropped Lindsey off?"

"Not much, just that there had been some vague threats and she thought Lindsey would be safer with me for a while - that's why I've been trying to reach her. Why, did something happen?"

"The threats were a little more than vague..." Grissom paused. I don't know how to do this; I don't have any people skills - that's Cath. "Look: I don't know how to say this. I went to her house last night to see if she was OK, and.... She was gone."

"What? No! That can't be... no." She stammered in disbelief.

"I'm very sorry, I should have called you sooner..."

"Do you know where she is? Have you found her?" her voice rose in pitch.

"No, but we are doing everything to find her. We know who the perp is, now it's just a matter of finding them..."

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Catherine stood up stiffly as the ropes slid to the floor. She crept over to the door, trying not to make any noise. Catherine pushed the door open, and slid around the corner. All she could see was trees all around. The only buildings in sight were the large warehouse she had been in and one or two smaller sheds. She ran over to the car, and tried to open the door. Locked! She looked around, unsure. There was a side building near the warehouse, with the door semi-open.

Catherine walked over and peered around the door. A set of keys was lying on the table, and no one else was in sight, so she walked in. As she reached for the keys a light snapped on and Catherine spun around. Christopher Johnson was sitting in a corner, a pistol held loosely in his hand. He stood and walked toward her. Catherine backed away, looking around for a way out, but the only door was behind her abductor.

She tried to think straight as he approached - tried to find a path out of her situation; the only thing she could think about was what had happened to his other victims. Repeatedly raped, physically abused, controlled by various date-rape drugs...

He smiled as his prey attempted to avoid him: it was like a game of cat-and-mouse.

Catherine felt the wall behind her, and slid along it, moving to the opposite end of the room until she was in the middle of the wall across from the door.

Christopher tucked his gun into his belt and crept closer, watching her carefully. He stood in front of her, blocking the door. Her eyes flicked to the side, and he lunged to block her.

Catherine feinted to the left, and then leapt to the right. She ran to the door, grabbing the keys off the table as she ran.

She reached the car just as Christopher Johnson rose to his feet and raced to the doorway. Catherine started the engine, and pressed the gas petal all the way to the floor.

The car roared into motion and Johnson began to panic: if she escapes, the bitch could ID me! He raised his gun in a last-ditch attempt to stop her, and fired until the chamber was empty.

A/N: Well, I updated (finally!), sorry it took so long. Thanks for the reviews!