Tim walked down the halls of CSI, a pissed look on his face. By now, everyone knew to stay away from their boss and didn't even try talking to him.
"Uh Speed?"
"What?"
"I have something I think you should see." Eric said and Tim followed him into the print lab. "Calleigh dusted the outside of the car, thinking that whoever it was pulled Sammy from the Jeep. I got a hit off it."
Tim turned the flat screen towards him and his jaw tightened.
"Find him."
S/C-------
Tim fell off the couch as he heard his cell phone ring. Calleigh forced him to come home, just for an hour at least and get some sleep.
"Delko that you?" he mumbled, his voice laced with sleep.
"No. You're not trying too hard huh?"
"Where are you?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out." There was a click and Tim snapped his phone shut as he got off the floor.
"I'm leaving!"
Calleigh walked out of the kitchen and stared at him.
"I know where she is. Well I will after Tyler traces this number."
"Well, I'll come with you."
"No. Stay with them. I'll call you when I find her." Tim kissed her quickly and ran out the door, slamming it loudly behind him. He got to CSI in record time, probably breaking every traffic rule in the process. Tim found Tyler passed out over a keyboard and he shook his shoulder violently.
"Tyler, come on!"
"Tim! Jeez, stop being so violent. Whaz up?" he yawned.
"I just got a call on my cell, trace the phone number."
"Yeah." Tyler took the phone from Tim and he sat down in a chair, waiting for something. Eric rushed in.
"I've spent the whole day tracking this guy down. I went to hotels, motels, everywhere! The Archer Hotel says he checked in two nights ago, a teenager with him that matches Sammy's description."
"Tyler, forget it." Tim called over his shoulder as he left.
S/C-------
Tim tapped his fingers against the check-in desk impatiently.
"I'm sorry." the concierge shook her head. "I don't have any record of this man being here."
"Look..." Tim glanced at her name tag. "Tina, you told Det. Delko that you saw this man."
"Lieutenant if I could help you I would but his name is not Michael McMahon!"
"Then what did he register as?"
"I'm not sure! The night shift manager let him stay here and I only saw him this morning as he and his daughter left!"
"That's not his daughter! She's my daughter!" Tim yelled. "He kidnapped her!"
"Well you could've said that." Tina mumbled.
"Can you get a hold of the night shift manager?"
"No. He went on vacation this morning."
Tim groaned.
"You say he left? Do you know where he went?"
"Hmm... let me check." Tina thought for a minute. "No."
"You have no idea!"
"No!"
"Did he check back in?"
"I don't know his name so how am I supposed to know?" Tina asked.
"Thanks for your help." Eric said, pulling Tim away from the desk. They exited the hotel and Tim walked into a man around his age.
"Watch it." he growled.
"Sorry." Tim muttered, walking towards the Hummer.
"DADDY!"
Tim swerved around and silently cursed himself for not seeing Sammy when he bumped into the guy.
"Hey!"
McMahon broke off into a run and disappeared into the hotel. Tim and Eric went after him, knocking a few people out of the way. Tim got to the elevator just as it was closing on McMahon's evil grin.
"Dammit!" Tim pushed the up button for another elevator but it seemed to take hours for one to arrive. "Eric, come on!"
They headed towards the stairs and quickly made their way up the hotel.
"LET GO OF ME!"
"Come on!" Tim dragged an out of breath Eric up another set of stairs.
"You know," he huffed, "it's usually the other way around. You being all tired after chasing someone."
Sammy had bit McMahon and got out of his grasp and disappeared into a stairwell. He quickly found her and they were struggling on a landing. Tim heard Sammy yells getting louder as he got closer to wherever they were and then she screamed.
