He woke up suddenly, panicking when he found he couldn't move, couldn't see.
He could feel something over his eyes, probably a blindfold, and the cool metal on his wrists could only be handcuffs. He could also smell gas, it was strong, close to where he was, and there was tapping, the sort made by rain on a metal roof.
He coughed, the sound echoing around what was apparently quite a large room, possibly a warehouse of some kind.
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Sara picked the remainder of the photographs off the floor, going through them one at a time before passing them to Warrick.
He spread them out onto the coffee table in silence. All bar one were of Grissom, in a variety of postures, each with a different weapon or tool that could be used for killing in the photograph on or next to his body.
Nick picked up the one that wasn't of Grissom, staring at it before turning it to face the others. "It's a ladybird.