A/N: Thanx again for the reviews. Here's another chapter and be happy with it. It's the longest chapter I have written so far. Ok now RR.
"Tell me on the way."Catherine looked up at Grissom a moment and thought of what she should do.
Should she go and save Greg herself like Kenny had told her to. Or should
she tell Grissom and Brass about it. If she went by herself, it could be a trap and
no one would know where she was. They wouldn't be able to get to her in time and
both she and Greg would die. But if she told everybody else about the call they would get all the police involved and Kenny would find out she called the police and he would kill Greg. Maybe it wasn't a trap. And he never said she
couldn't bring a gun. She made up her mind.
"No... how bout you take this one on you're own. I have to go...uh.....pick
Lindsey up from her friends house. I'll see you later."
Catherine started to walk away when Grissom stopped her.
"Is everything alright?"
"Uh, ya. Just fine.... why?"
"You just seemed kind of...." He paused a moment. "Never mind."
Catherine nodded and walked away.
"Tell Lindsey I said hi."
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Catherine had been out driving around for about 20 minutes wondering where Kenny could have taken Greg. "
Ok, think. Damn it, they could be any where. His old house? No, to easy. hmmm.... wait. I have caller ID on my phone."
Catherine pulled the phone out of her pocket and looked at the caller ID. She looked at the number and the name beneath it.
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784-5573
Birge, Joe
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Catherine put the phone up and parked her car on the side of the road. She stepped out of her car and looked for a phone booth. When she found one, she ran to it and grabbed the phone book that was laying underneath the telephone. She opened up the phone book and looked for Joe Birge. Bingo! The CSI found his name and pulled a note pad and pen out of her pocket to write down the address. Next thing she knew she was on the road again.
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When Grissom stepped out of the tahoe and saw the scene it was like deja vu. There was a black trash bag laying in the midle of the road slightly split open so that the body of a young women was visible. He walked up to David and began the questioning.
"Hey David. Find any ID?"
"Nope sorry, not this time."
"Cause of death?"
"Looks like strangulation. Oh ya, and didn't your other vic have an ink mark on her arm?"
"Yes, why?"
David lifted up the victims arm and turned it so that Grissom could see the long ink mark running from her elbow to her wrist.
"Looks like we have a serial killer on our hands."
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Catherine stared at the house as she parked her car on the side of the road.
"How strange, a house in the middle of the desert. Well, I guess privacy is best."
Catherine sat in her car a minute to think about what she was getting her self into. Walking in that house would be like a death sentence. She knew how much Kenny despised her, but she couldn't let him kill Greg. Catherine picked up her gun and held it tightly in the palm of her hand. She slowly opened the car door and stepped out. She cautiously walked up to the house. When she got up to the house she peeked in through the window. Inside Catherine saw three guys sitting on the living room sofa. And one of the three she recognized as Kenny Robinson. Her eyes scanned the room for anything useful. The room was pretty much empty. Besides the sofa, a TV, and a coffee table. Then she saw a staircase. She heard a noise and looked over back at the sofa, the guys were getting up. Kenny and one of his friends went in what she guessed was the kitchen, and the other guy went in to another room. Catherine looked back at the stair case. Now was her chance to enter the house. She quitely opened the door and started to walk to the stairs when she heard a noise. The CSI looked at the doorway of the kitchen, and then at the other. Both clear. She walked up the stairs as quickly and quietly as she could and ran into the nearest room, hoping
Greg might be there. But he wasn't. just an empty, dusty, old room. She sighed and started to walk towards the door when she heard foot steps coming up the stairs. Catherine ran for what she thought was a closet, closed the door, and stepped back. When she stepped back her foot caught on something and she fell to the floor. She laid on the floor holding her breath, praying to god that
those guys didn't hear her fall. Her luck failed when she heard someone walk into the room. The woman grew up the courage to grab for her gun. Ok, it was now or never. She wasn't going to shoot him, it would be too loud. Hitting them in the head with it would be much quieter and she wouldn't have to deal with the guilt of killing some one. Cath waited til the guy got close to the
door and then jumped out and hit the guy right on the back of the head. He hit the floor with a loud thud and she looked at him to make sure he was unconscious.
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Kenny was in the middle of thinking up a good plan when he heard a loud noise coming from upstairs. He walked over to the foot of the stairs.
"Max? What the hell are you doing up there!?"
No answer. A suspicious Kenny walked up the stairs. when he got to the top,
he cautiously walked to the nearest room and looked in. Nothing was there,
except for blood. A trail of blood led up to the closet. He opened the door
and
looked in and saw his friend laying on the floor unconscious.
A/N: All right sorry for the lack of Greg but there will be plenty of him in the following chapters. Thank you KrazyKid for Betaing this. Now please give me lots of reviews or I'll make you wait even longer for the next chapter.