A/N: I'm looking for a 'beta reader' (I think that's what they're called). Anyone interested? I know my stories do suck sometimes, so I'm looking for someone to help make them un-sucky (is that even a word?). Anyone? Get in touch. I don't bite (much). Seriously, I don't bite. At all. Ever.
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"Nick, drink this," said Catherine, handing the CSI a mug of coffee.
"I'm not thirsty," protested Nick as the mug was forced into his hands.
"You have to drink something," insisted Catherine, sitting down on the sofa next to Nick. "You're no use to anyone if you pass out from dehyrdation."
"Cat, I'm not dehydrated."
"Yet."
Nick sighed, and put the coffee mug to his lips. He took a sip. It didn't quench his thirst, it just reminded him of a absent coffee-loving member of staff. Greg.
Grissom came into the room. "Catherine, I need to talk to you."
"Is it about Greg?" asked Nick optimistically.
"Yes," explained Grissom. "I've just had a phone call from his kidnapper."
"WHAT!" exclaimed Nick. "He's been kidnapped!"
"I'm afraid so," said Grissom simply.
"OH MY GOD!"
"Nick, calm down."
"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!"
"Nicky, come on," said Catherine, putting her hand on Nick's shoulder. She turned to Grissom. "What did this guy say?"
"He said that's Greg's not coming back until we find out who killed his daughter."
"And she would be-?"
"Jessica Wallace."
Catherine gasped. "All the evidence for that case blew up in the lab."
"Can you at least try?" asked Grissom. "There may be something you can use that isn't DNA."
"I'll do my best," said Catherine. "Can I have Warrick to help?"
Grissom nodded.
"I want to help too," protested Nick.
"No way, Nicky," said Catherine softly. "You're too involved with this. Let us handle it."
Nick went to say something, but admitted defeat, and collapsed backwards onto the sofa. "I can't believe this has happened. Greg's not even over the lab explosion yet. Hell, it's been TWO WEEKS, and I know there's no 'right' time to be kidnapped, but this is the worst possible time ever for him. If he hasn't got his meds- h-he's going to be going through hell enough as it is, just with his burns, but if he's being mistreated by his kidnapper as well, I-"
"Oh Nick," said Catherine, giving the younger man a hug. "We'll get him back."
"I'm so worried about him."
"I know. We all are, but we're doing everything we can."
"Cat- I'm a CSI, I know what 'everything we can' means."
"Then you know that we're doing our best, okay?"
"I guess."
"Good," said Catherine. "Don't worry."
"Ha."
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A/N: Right. That's it. I'm on strike now. Not sure how long for, but just enough to wind everybody up. I'm not writing any more. I will however post random things that I've found in my jungle of a harddrive, but I won't write anything new for at least, ooh, 48 hours. Poke it.
