A/N: Well folks, I have finally updated. I know it has taken forever, but I can't figure out what to do with this thing. And I also have about a million other stories to finish as well. Plus school has been hectic and so has horseback riding. The good news is school is over (Hallelujah!) So, hopefully I will finish this thing! Hell, hopefully soon I will finish most of my bloody stories. That is if my stupid muse would wake up and give me endings, not starts to stories! Oh well. Well, you know the drill…review. It makes me happy.

Emily

Disclaimer: Nope, still nothing.

The man looked at the girl huddled in the corner of the cell and smiled. She was shivering, and sweat dripped down her face. The large wound was still bleeding a bit, and he knew that if he was going to do something with her, he would have to do it soon. The girl wasn't going to survive must longer. He wondered if the police had even come across his name yet. Even if they did, they would never find him. And even if they did manage to find him, by the time they got a warrant to go in, the girl would be dead and he would be long gone.

Meanwhile, Kay had gotten worse. She was pretty sure she was sprouting a fever, but despite the fact that sweat poured down her body, she couldn't stop shivering. In her mind she could picture her sweet geldings face, his soulful brown eyes staring at her. She wondered if she would live to see him again, if she would live to pat his wide blaze, to have him nudge her for a treat. She had hoped that Nick could have seen the horse one day, and maybe see her ride. She had chided herself for having such silly hopes; dreams that like were for naïve children, not teenagers living in the real world. But that had not stopped the thoughts from entering her mind.

Catherine sighed as she shuffled through the case files of people who would possibly hold a grudge against Sara. They didn't know if whoever had grabbed Kay did so to get revenge on Sara, but it was a possibility and they were going to check it out. The kidnapper had left little evidence at the scene, though Warrick had managed to lift some shoe prints and some prints. He had gone back to the scene with Greg to see if they could find anything that they might have missed.

At the scene, Greg and Warrick still weren't finding anything that could possibly lead them to the man who took Kay. They were about to give up when Greg found the cigarette. It was lying near a storm drain, teetering on the edge of it.

"Warrick, I found a cigarette butt!"

"Bag it." But Greg was already a step ahead of his older colleague.

"I'll take it back to trace. Maybe it belonged to the kidnapper." Warrick nodded.

"It might be our only hope." He agreed. He hoped that they would manage to find her. He didn't know the teenager very well. Hell, he hadn't even known about her until the night before. But he knew her mother and her father. He had seen how hard Sara was taking it. Her only daughter, gone, kidnapped by some madman. The worst part was that the girl was a young teenager. And the fate that often came to those teenage girls unfortunate to cross paths with a kidnapper was more often than not, rape. The thought was in everyone's mind, though no one had dared to utter that dreaded word.

"Grissom! I found something!" Catherine ran into his office, breathless. He looked at her.

"In the files?"

"Yes. Jonathan Rodgers. Sara worked his case when she first came here. He was convicted for the rape of a thirty-year old woman. He just got out last year. He threatened Sara at his trial."

"Lots of people threaten us at trials Catherine. That doesn't mean much, you know that." Catherine grinned.

"But most people don't share a prison cell with a convicted kidnapper." She said. Grissom raised an eyebrow.

"Did you pull his financial records?"

"Already on it." He nodded. She paused as she headed out of the door.

"Should we tell Nick and Sara?" Grissom thought for a moment.

"If they ask, just tell them that we have a suspect." She nodded and left the office.

Sara sat numbly in the hotel room, fingering a blouse Kay had thrown in a wrinkled pile on the floor. She wondered if she would ever see her daughter again. She had seen so many people in this situation. She had seen the pain in the eyes of parents as they waited for news on their child. When she had Kay, she had been able to relate to them a bit more, but none of those encounters could prepare her for the horror that she felt, waiting to find out if she would ever see Kay again. She preyed her daughter wasn't in pain, though she knew that was unlikely. She knew the horrors a victim went through, she saw it everyday in her line of work. She hoped that her daughter wouldn't be subjected to the worst torture she saw.

A knock sounded at the door. She reluctantly got up and opened it. It was Callie, her coworker.

"Sara! Oh my god. How are you holding up?" The woman asked, concerned. She shrugged.

"My daughter was kidnapped. How do you think I feel?"

"Where was she when she was taken?" Asked Callie.

"Nick's." Was Sara's dry answer.

"Who's Nick?" Sara didn't get to answer, for there was another knock at the hotel door. She opened it to reveal a worried Nick. She let him in.

"Callie, Nick. Nick, Callie." She caught the predatory gleam in her coworker's eye. "Nick is Kay's father." She quickly added. Callie nodded. She glanced at the clock and frowned.

"Oh god, our flight leaves soon. Have you told the lab that you wont be back?" Sara nodded.

"Well, I have to go. Please, call me!" the woman walked out, but not before shooting one more look at Nick. Sara looked at him.

"What happened?"

"I called Warrick. They might have a suspect in Kay's kidnapping!"

A/N: Yeah, I know. I haven't updated in ages and the ending of this one sucks. I know I made Callie just stupid, and I didn't mean too. But it is late and I have to be up really early tomorrow (I have a riding lesson at 7:45) so, sorry 'bout the crummy end. Please, review!

Emily