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Chapter 5

(Short summary- this chapter is angstyish, but it gets better at the end. Gil reflects on the past year or so)

He stepped out of the car, confused. "Any new information?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Good or bad?"

"Well, I suppose it's good. We found a ransom note in Sara's trunk."

"What did it say? Was it written or typed?"

"It said, 'Get rid of the evidence and we will return her unharmed. Use your time wisely; do not make any stupid mistakes.' That's it; not much of a ransom note. I'm not sure what it means, and oh, it was typed. The lab has it now."

"Good, maybe we can find out where is came from."

"Do you know what it meant?" Catherine asked.

"No, not yet. Any other evidence?"

"Actually, yes. Greg got a shore print near Sara's car. I'm guessing one of the cars in the parking lot was leaking and whoever made that shoe print stepped in it."

"Hopefully, it's Sara's attacker. Brass is trying to locate the Cirus." He sighed, "Cath, I don't like this." He sat on the curb and she took a seat next to him.

"We'll find her; everything will be fine."

"Did you two ever make up after that argument?" he asked.

"Actually, we really didn't talk about it. I guess we just tried to forget about it and just moved on. Why?"

"I screwed up. I was wondering if I was the only one who she was angry at… I guess so."

"What happened? Besides what I already know?" She asked.

"I asked Sophia out to dinner. How could I be so foolish? When Sara needed someone, I pushed her away."

Catherine was shocked, "You and Sophia?"

He shook his head, "Not like that. It was strictly a friend-friend dinner. She wanted to leave the lab and she's a great CSI…"

"Did you not notice that ever since a year ago she changed? The DUI, our argument…."

"It's my fault…"

"Don't blame yourself for Sara's disappearance, Gil. It could have been any one of us."

"No, it is my fault, Catherine. I made her unhappy. She told me everything she went through and a year ago, I told myself that I couldn't take a risk and be with her. I should have; maybe all this could have been avoided."

It was then that Greg came over, "Hey, you two okay over here?"

Catherine nodded, "What's up?"

"Brass just walkie-talkied me about a blue car… He said to let you know that Judge Patterson noticed a blue car in the court parking. He's going over there to check it out now."

It was then that Grissom got that look on his face; the one like a kid would have on his face when it was Christmas morning. "Tell him I'll be right there."

"Sure," Greg said, pulling out his cell phone.

Grissom hurried back into the Tahoe.

"Whoa, wait! You're running off in my car and you didn't even tell me what the hell is going on in that head of yours yet!" She exclaimed.

"Just a hunch."

"Just a hunch, huh? That look on your face is telling me that you've definitely found something out. Spill."

"Sara and I had to be at court today. If the blue car was found in the parking lot of the court house and the ransom note said, 'Get rid of the evidence.' Put that all together and tell me what my hunch is."

"You aren't thinking…"

"It's just a hunch. Oh, the Tahoe…your Tahoe. I'll get it back to you, or have Brass come and pick you up. I promise."

"Just go follow that hunch," she replied, worried about Sara and Grissom, in a way, at the same time.

Grissom pulled into the courthouse parking lot and found Brass over on the sidewalk, talking to Judge Patterson.

"Brass," Grissom nodded, "Judge. Greg told me you found a Blue Cirus; possibly belonging to a suspect…"

"Yeah," Brass replied, "Right over there." He pointed over to where two officers were standing in front of the blue car. "We didn't touch it. We were waiting for you to get over here. I've got a warrant, but we haven't found the owner of the car yet."

"Did you hear about the ransom note?" Grissom asked.

"Yeah, Greg told me about it. I was going to ask you what you made of it, but judging by that look on your face I'm guessing you've got it figured out…"

"I have a hunch," he said and then moved over towards the car, peering inside the windows.

Grissom soon found that he was on the right track; he spotted blood on the back seat of the blue car. "Sara…" he whispered.

A/N Okay, I'll end that chapter there. Okay, I know I said I'd have a chapter up a couple of days ago, but this week was just as bad as last week. Hopefully, with all my essays, labs, and presentations done I can finally get to more writing. I still have to present my Bio power point (5-10 minute speech) Ugh, I hate getting up in front of the class, but I guess I'll do okay. At least after I'm done that I can stop fretting about it. Lol. I'll update ASAP. D Thanks to everyone who reviewed and don't worry, I'll update very soon. Well yawn I'm going to bed to relax before my presentation tomorrow.