I shined my light on Caleigh only to catch a glimpse of a tall man behind her. She screamed. Quickly, I grabbed for my gun only to discover it wasn't in the holster.

"Looking for this?" came a deep voice behind me. I turned around, and discovered another man. I saw something flying at my head out of the corner of my eye. Everything went black.

I opened my eyes to darkness. My head was pounding. I tried to stand up just to stumble back against a wall.

"Welcome back to the world of the living, Ms. Sidle," said a voice cutting through the silence.

"Caleigh?" I asked, praying that it was.

"No, it's Grissom. Of course it's me," she sarcastically replied.

"Well, it's good to see you still have your famous sarcasm," I retorted. "Do you know where we are?"

"Somewhere not Vegas," she stated.

"How can you tell?" I inquired.

"Well, while you were catching up on some much-needed sleep, I was awake, being crushed by you, I might add. Anyway, we drove around for a long while. I'm pretty sure we passed the strip, but I can't be positive, your head was in the way."

"Hey, I'd rather be crushed by you than be knocked out," I snapped.

"Calm down, Sara, I think that concussion is making you aggressive," Caleigh declared with annoyance.

"How do you know I have a concussion?"

"From what I could hear, you were hit very hard with a breakable object," she stated.

"Breakable?" I asked, as searched for cuts on my head.

"Yeah, you should have heard whatever it was shatter!" she exclaimed as I touched a sensitive area on my forehead. "You were bleeding pretty good, too."

"I was?"

"Yeah, I got some of it on me when we were in the back of the Denali," She explained.

"The back of my Denali?" I asked, not sure whether I had heard her right.

"Yep, those creeps backed it into the alley and loaded us in the back."

"In the back of my Denali?" I asked again.

"Sara, that concussion must be really screwing with your brain. You've asked that question twice," she stated somewhat concerned.

"So, you're telling me that they loaded us in the back of my SUV?" I asked, astonished.

"Yes, Sara, in the back of your SUV. The big black one." Caleigh said slowly.

"I can't believe this. First we get kidnapped from a crime scene, and then the killers make a getaway in my car!" I exclaimed. I tried to stand again but realized that I still couldn't because my feet were tied together. I tried to untie them with my hands, but they were bound behind my back. "How could I have not noticed that I'm tied up?"

"Let's see," Caleigh started, "you've been knocked out for about three hours, you don't know where you are, but you do know that you've been kidnapped by two killers. My guess is that you were too preoccupied with the 'kidnapped by killers' thing to worry about whether you hands and feet were tied up or not."

"Are you tied up, too?" I asked her.

"Yeah, but I have an idea," she replied thoughtfully.

"Tell me this idea of yours," I requested skeptically.

"Why don't I just show you, Ms. Sidle," Caleigh said with a hint of mischief in her voice.