"So Miss Myers," Grissom said, clearing his throat, "Please explain to us how you were kidnaped. You can take as long as you want if you like."

"It's Tracy," she said. It was the first time she spoke. Greg found her voice weak and tense.

She continued, "Well, it was about one in the morning, and I was staying up writing poetry on my online journal. I don't usually stay up so late, but I always have to write when I'm inspired. And that day was a good, rare and inspirational day. I was about to shut it down when... when someone placed a gloved hand over my mouth and forced me out of my chair. I bit his hand as hard as I could, but it was no use... the glove was just too thick."

She hung her head and a few tears escaped her eyes, falling straight to the floor. Greg focused on them so he wouldn't have to look at the state Tracy was in. He knew he was going to cry from her story, at least at the end of it.

"You sure you want to continue?" Her mother asked, squeezing her daughter's shoulder.

Tracy nodded and took in a shaky breath.

"H-he pulled me across the living room to the front door. My legs were kicking and flailing and I was clapping my hands in case someone might hear, but I doubted anyone would, since my parents were a whole floor up with their door closed shut."

"Why were you at your parent's house?" Greg asked before he could stop himself. His voice cracked, which surprised him.

"I was visiting," she answered, giving Greg the same intense stare.

His eyes drifted to her lips when she spoke and an image of his on hers floated into his mind. He erased it as quick as it came and hated himself for imaging such a thing.

"Please... continue," Grissom said, and looked at Greg with suspicion. He panicked as he thought that maybe there was an expression matching his thoughts and coughed uncomfortably.

"After I was dragged out of the house, he threw me down the steps and onto the sidewalk beside a large white mobile home. I tried to get up and run, but a lady of about 50 grabbed my wrists before I could move. She threw me into the mobile home, and the next thing I knew, we were driving off to somewhere I wasn't sure of. I remember crying and screaming at them and asking who they were, what they wanted with me and where they were taking me, but they didn't say a thing."

Her lower lip began to tremble and she hid her face with her hand and cried silently. After a few moments, Grissom was shifting in his seat and gave a quizzical look at Greg.

"You don't have to say anymore," Grissom said.

"No, no I want to," Tracy said, shaking. Her voice was hardly loud enough to hear. She opened her mouth to continue, but it only made her sob. Her father wrapped his arms around her and she cried into his chest.

Greg hung his head and turned to look at Grissom. His expression was the same.

"You can get back to us," Grissom said, "It's okay."

"Come on," Tracy's mother whispered.

Greg stood up and opened the door for the Myers family. Before leaving the room, Tracy looked at him once more.

"Well, that was pointless," Greg remarked, turning back to his usual self.

"What do you mean?" Grissom said, "We found out what vehicle she was kidnaped in, when and where it happened, and that there were two old folks. A man and a woman."

"Yeah, but she could have at least said a name," Greg said. He didn't like the way he sounded, but that was Greg. And he knew if he really said what he felt, people would... well, they would just think he was being an idiot.

"We'll get that eventually," Grissom said, walking to his office, "Patience, Greg, patience."

He waited until Grissom disappeared around the corner and gave a long, exaggerated sigh.

"Hey Greg, what's wrong?"

Nick's voice surprised Greg, and he turned around to face the speaker.

"Huh?" Greg said, blinking multiple times to snap out of his thoughts, "Uh... nothing."

"Yeah, okay," Nick said, looking at Greg as if to say "Nice try, but I know you too well."

"Really!" Greg exclaimed.

"Uh-uh," Nick said, shaking his head and crossing his arms, "Something's up with you."

"Well, you know that kidnaped victim that's just been found?" Greg asked, becoming very stressed with knots forming in his stomach.

"Yeah, I saw her leave, I passed her," Nick said, and began to get it, "Wait... you don't..."

He trailed off as Greg began to look very sheepish indeed.

"Greg, you horn dog!" Nick scolded, hitting Greg in the head with a folder he was carrying, "She's pretty, but she's kind of young... and way too emotional for your insensitivity."

Greg changed his mind about saying anything. He didn't even know how Nick could think something like that. He didn't like her... she was a kidnaped victim. It was too... weird.

"Nick, what the hell?" Greg said, "It's not like that, you idiot!"

"Then why do you look so... so dazed? Like how you used to look when you had 'the hots' for Sara?" Nick asked, grinning in sick amusement at his friend's red face. It was his turn for a slap in the head.

"I was just going to say that..." Greg said, racking his brain for an answer, "That the way she is now compared to the pictures and video tapes her parents showed us is so flabbergasting. Shocking."

He held his breath for Nick to reply.

"Yeah, it is. It's amazing what a person can do to someone, isn't it?"

Greg nodded.

"Yeah. It is."