Hagen banged on the door loudly and a gray-haired man finally opened it.

"Richard Burke?"

"Yes. Can I help you?"

"Yeah. Det. Hagen with the Miami-Dade Police Dept. and Lt. Speedle with the Crime Lab."

"Does this have to do with my car?" Burke asked.

"Possibly. May we come in?" Tim replied. Burke nodded and stepped aside.

"Nice house." Hagen grunted.

"Thanks." Burke said, smiling proudly around his Coconut Grove home. "So what is this about?"

"A seventeen-year-old girl getting abducted." Hagen replied.

"Whoa... hang on! I don't know anything about that." Burke exclaimed, his smile fading. "My car was stolen and I filed a report two months ago. Please tell me you've found it."

"We might have." Tim said. "Do you know who stole your car?"

"If I did would I be asking you guys for help? No."

"Have you seen this girl, ever?" Hagen asked, pulling a picture of Sammy out. Burke shook his head.

"Never." he muttered. "Look I didn't kidnap some girl."

"Can we take a look around?" Tim asked.

"Sure but I don't know what you're going to find that will help you. My car was stolen in my building's parking garage and I didn't kidnap that girl. So why did you come here?"

"Your car has been seen around Samantha's house."

"That her name? Samantha?" Burke asked. "My nephew's got a girl... name is Samantha too, around her age..."

"Jason McMahon?" Tim suddenly asked.

"What are you? Clairvoyant? Yeah Jason's my nephew. How do you know?"

"Did you ever meet her?"

"No. Jason talks about her a lot though. Really loves her." Burke said. Tim stared at him.

"Thank you very much for your time Mr. Burke. We don't need to go through your possessions."

S/C-------

Tim walked into Ballistics and heard the bullets firing off in the back. He had told Calleigh about Sammy and she immediately came in, seeming all calm and collected and went into the garage to start going over Sammy's Jeep. That was three hours ago. Now she had retreated to her

'happy place' and had been there ever since. For a while, Tim was annoyed at her. Here they were, in the middle of trying to find their daughter and she acted like it was no big deal. But then Tim realized. She didn't want to break down in front of everyone.

Tim sighed lightly and walked into the firing range and waited as Calleigh finished off another magazine. She loaded another one into the 9mm and in spite of what was going on, Tim felt himself smile. He loved watching his wife shoot. There was something about the way she worked, gracefully and accurately. Tim grabbed a pair of earmuffs and goggles, similar to the ones Calleigh had and walked over to where she was standing. Tim wasn't sure if she was ignoring him or unaware of him standing next to her. But he pulled his gun from its holster and fired a single shot. Calleigh glanced over at him and set her gun down on the counter dividing her from her target. She waited as Tim finished off a magazine and then he set the gun down on the counter next to hers.

"Did you find anything?" she asked quietly, not looking up at him.

"Not yet. Guy knows what he's doing." Tim replied. Calleigh nodded, still not looking at him. "Cal..."

"Do you have any idea where she is?"

Tim felt guilt come over him as he shook his head.

"No."

Calleigh didn't say anything, just walked back into the main part of the lab. She sat down and started going over a few casings.

"I can't even do these." she muttered, pushing the evidence away from her. Tim walked up and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

"Calleigh, I promise everything is going to be okay."

"I want her back Tim."

"I know and I want her back too." he murmured. "Who's with the twins?"

"Horatio." Calleigh's voice cracked and Tim rubbed her arm soothingly.

"Honey, come on. I'll find her."

"I know I just... who would do something like this Tim?"

"I don't know." he admitted. "But I will know once I figure it out. Delko found tire treads near Sammy's Jeep and he ran them through the computer. It belongs to a Mercedes. The Mercedes that was following her around belongs to Jason's uncle, a Richard Burke. He has no idea where his car is. It was stolen from his parking garage at work two months ago."

"That was when this all started Sammy said." Calleigh pointed out.

"Yeah and when she and Jason started dating." Tim added.

"Do you think..."

"Jason? Being a father, yes. Being a CSI, no."

"Meaning?"

"As a father, I will blame everything that happens to Sammy on him. As a CSI, I have to follow the evidence wherever it takes me and it's taking me to Jason got his license taken away last week."

"What for?"

"DUI." Tim replied and Calleigh twisted in his arms to look at him.

"When?"

"Night of their football victory. He crashed his car into a telephone pole, nearly harming its occupants."

"Who were?"

"None being our daughter so don't worry about it."

"So now what?" Calleigh asked. "Dead end?"

"No. I think... I think that someone in Jason's family is doing this." Tim replied. "From what I here his father and uncle don't get along. You know, 'You married my little sister, I'll kick your ass' type of thing. He could've stolen the car. Didn't like Jason had a girlfriend..."

"So he kidnapped her?" Calleigh finished. "Please be realistic."

"I am!"

"Would you go and kidnap Jason because he's Sammy's boyfriend?"

Tim really, truly thought about that.

"No. Look, I'm going over to his house to talk with his parents. I'll take Hagen with me. Can you finish up on yesterday's case?"

"I'll try." Calleigh mumbled, turning back around.

"Cal..."

She glanced at Tim over her shoulder and he kissed her softly.

"It will be okay. I'd die before I'd let anything happen to you or our kids."

"Too late Tim."

"I know but I won't let it go any further."