In Warrick's Tahoe
(Nick's POV)
I had to sit in the back as always. Being the one of the youngest CSIs had its advantages and its disadvantages.
Warrick had a CD playing I really hated. His Tahoe was as hot as a toaster. I even started to sweat a little. Catherine just happened to look back at me and noticed some sweat. She asked if I was ok and I said yes.
When we arrived at the crime scene Warrick parked the Tahoe at the side of the road and we all got out and got our kits.
(3rd person POV)
They walked up to Brass and he informed them on the situation. Then they walked inside and looked around.
"Warrick you take the bedroom, Nicky and I will take the office," Catherine said.
They all headed off to their own places and began to process the scene.
Fifteen minutes later
Brass walked into the office and up to Catherine.
"We got another call out on Palm Road. Do you think you'll be ok by yourselves?" Brass asked.
"Yeah," Catherine said while looking for finger prints.
Brass and his team left and the three CSIs continued to process the scene.
Ten minutes later
"I'll go process the living room," Nick said finishing up in the office.
"Ok," Catherine replied.
Nick walked into the living room and began dusting for prints. He was still dusting two minutes later when he heard a soft noise behind him.
He quickly turned around, but found nothing. He went back to his work.
It had been no more than twenty seconds before he felt a pair of hands hold a cloth up to his mouth. He struggled for about ten seconds before he fell limply into the arms of a murderer.
In the bedroom
Warrick heard some faint noises coming from the living room, but ignored them, thinking it was just Nick goofing off.
He was surprised when he felt a cloth being held against his mouth, and before he could react he passed out.
In the office
Catherine was bagging evidence when she heard a "thud" coming from the bedroom. She slowly got up and headed toward it. When she entered the bedroom she found Warrick's kit lying open on the floor. She walked toward it, but was stopped by a cloth being pressed against her mouth. She passed out after trying to yell for help.
The murderer quietly set the woman down and headed back to the living room, where the first man lay unconscious. He grasped him under the arms and dragged him to the back door where the second man already lay. Then he went back to the bedroom and picked up the woman. He also put her down at the back door. He pulled out his cell phone and quickly punched in the familiar number.
"Hello," said the man on the other line.
"Jeff, it's Tommy. I need a ride,"
"How many," Jeff asked knowing what this was about.
"Four counting me," Tommy replied.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," Jeff said then hung up.
Ten minutes later
Jeff pulled up behind the quiet house. His minivan would be just big enough for its passengers. There weren't any seats in the back, just an uncomfortable metal floor.
Tommy came out from the bushes when he saw Jeff's minivan.
"Where are they?" Jeff asked.
"Behind the bushes," Tommy replied.
Tommy then led him over to the three CSIs. They picked up the woman first and carried her back to the van. They laid her down and returned to the other two. They picked up the tall one and carried him over to the van and placed him in the back by the woman. Then they heard someone talking in front of the house and they ran back to the bushes. They picked up the other man and quickly walked back to the van. They practically threw him into the van, then ran to the front and hopped in.
Jeff started up the van and slowly backed out. The voices turned out to be two joggers just passing by. Jeff pulled out onto the road and drove swiftly to Tommy's ideal location.
Jeff helped unload the passengers then drove off. Tommy put the CSIs into a dark room in the back of the warehouse type building. He locked the door, then called up a couple of his friends.
A/N: Finally I am done with that chapter. Please Review. Thanks for reading. Open to suggestions.