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Chapter 4

While Mia processed the evidence, Grissom grabbed a coffee and sat down in the break room. He needed some time to think things through. He tried to put everything together, but what he came up with was that he didn't have enough information.

After a while, he had just finished his second cup of coffee. Mia hadn't paged him yet and still he was trying to figure out why someone attacked and kidnapped Sara. He hadn't seen her for a week and before that, things weren't going so well between the two of them. It started with that one case about a year back. The victim looked just like Sara and it was then that Grissom told himself that he couldn't ever be with her. Then there was Sara's DUI. He didn't care that she had a problem, he was just glad she was okay. Then the team split and Sara blew up at Ecklie. Things just went from bad to worse. Everyday, he was becoming more and more afraid that she was going to leave, just like she almost did not long after she came to Vegas.

Luckily, though, Grissom's cell phone interrupted Grissom's thoughts.

"Grissom," he responded.

"It's Brass. I just got finished talking to Judge Patterson and the defendant's lawyer. The trial has been set back. The date isn't determined yet."

"Good, uh, hold on for a second."

"Will do."

Mia was not standing in the doorway.

"Grissom? I have your results. The DNA comparison was a match. As for your blue paint, the name is 'Metallic Water.' You're lucky; this color was only made for the Chrysler Cirus. They stopped making them a few years back." (A/N The whole 'Metallic Water' paint color was solely made up by me. And as for the Chrysler Cirus not being made anymore, that's true… least… I'm pretty sure. Just wanted to let you know D )

"Thank you."

"Good Luck. I didn't really know Sara, but based on what Greg told me, she meant a lot to you."

He nodded his thanks as she turned around and went back to trace.

Now Grissom was back on the phone with Brass, "Jim? Be on the lookout for a blue Chrysler Cirus. Meanwhile, I'm heading back over to the scene to see if anything else comes up."

"I'll call you if I find anything," Brass replied.

"Yeah, same here." Grissom hung up the phone.

He took the papers and went out to the parking lot, remembering that he'd taken Catherine's Tahoe here from the Diner he had been at earlier. He'd been here over an hour, waiting for Mia to process the evidence; Catherine was probably wondering why he'd never returned.

As he suspected, he pulled up to the curb and Catherine stood there, giving him a quizzical look.

"I let you take my car and you're gone for two hours? I hope you've got some news…" She said, walking towards him as he got out of the vehicle.

"Actually, I do. The blood… DNA matches Sara's. The paint… 'Metallic Water' and only made for the Chrysler Cirus. The trial is temporarily canceled, so I'm off the hook."

"Good, now I should catch you up on what we've got," She replied. "Well, first of all, those pictures you took with my camera? I sent them over to the lab. Nicky stopped over to pick up some things while you had the Tahoe. He's having someone put them through the database. That should confirm your evidence that the car is a Chrysler Cirus."

"Okay. Good."

"Nicky's having Sara's picture put on the hotline. Maybe someone, other than who was here, saw her being attacked or somewhere else in town after she disappeared."

Grissom nodded, "One of the waitresses told me that there's a vacant lot down the street a few blocks. Kids race down there; explaining why she didn't bother to look outside when she heard the screeching tires. I'll head over there and check it out; maybe one of them saw something and could give us a hint as to what went on here."

"Sounds like a plan," Catherine said. "Nicky told me that while he's waiting for Mia to process the evidence from their case and with Doc Robbins for the autopsy, he'd call if anything comes up. I'll let you know if he calls."

"Thanks," He replied and she turned to head back over to Warrick and Greg. "Oh, wait, uh, do I have to walk over there or will you let me borrow the Tahoe again?"

She shrugged, "I guess you can take it, but if I have to call a taxi to go home tonight to check up on Lindsey, you aren't getting a Christmas present next year."

"Don't worry, I'll have it back to you soon," He said, turning around and getting back in the vehicle.

He drove down the street and found the vacant lot that the waitress had told him about earlier, only he found that the vacant lot was occupied. He parked across the street and started walking towards the three teenage boys. They were standing around a parked car. The hood was up and one of the boys was looking down at the engine. Grissom heard them talking about the car until they noticed he was now on the sidewalk and coming towards them.

"Excuse me," Grissom started, "I'm Gil Grissom, with the Las Vegas Crime Lab."

But one of the boys interrupted him before he could continue any further, "Look mister, uh, we aren't trespassing… we didn't do anything."

Grissom nearly laughed, "I'm not the police, I'm with the crime lab. I just wanted to ask you a few questions about something that happened earlier."

"S-sure, we'll help you out; just don't tell anyone we were trespassing, okay?"

"Sure thing. Okay, earlier, around nine, did you see a blue car go by? Did you hear any screams or yelling or see a brunette woman, in her thirties, being attacked or anything at all like that?" Grissom asked.

This time, one of the other boys spoke up, "Actually, I saw a blue car drive by. He was going pretty fast. I'd say around sixty or seventy miles per hour. He was headed towards the strip, but then about ten minutes later… the blue car came zooming back this way."

"Did you see the driver or see how many people were in the car?" Grissom persisted.

"There was only a driver in the car when it was headed towards the strip." The boy continued, "But I couldn't tell when it came back this way again. It was going too fast to tell."

"Thank you," He could tell that the three boys were becoming more and more nervous and uncomfortable, "Did you see anything else?"

"No, that's it. After that we just went back to work on my car. I guess we really didn't think anything was wrong, just a speeding car… not too uncommon, I guess."

"Thanks, you've been a big help and, uh, sorry I scared you," Grissom replied.

"Yeah, no problem."

The boys went back to working on the car and Grissom walked back across the street to get in Catherine's Tahoe. He started the engine and drove back down the street; Catherine was standing by the curb, sipping a cup of coffee; a grim look on her face.

I guess I'll end there for this chapter… Thanks go out to all who gave me such wonderful reviews! I probably wouldn't be writing this if I didn't know people liked it. D

If I don't update soon its probably because I have a lot of stuff to do, which probably won't get done until last minute because I enjoy writing fan fics over biology lab write- ups, but I have to write an essay, do a Shakespeare project, a lab write-up, and a health project. I'll try to write as much as I can this week so I can type it up and have it posted next week. Just wanted to let you know. I hope to get the next chapter up ASAP, cause you guys who read this rock!