Warrick arrived on the scene of the wreck with his kit in one hand an his cell phone in the other. He was talking to Catherine, who had called him, outraged, about Grissom not letting her take the case. Warrick had listened, mystified, to her explanation. "So now me and Sara are stuck on this crappy case that's so obvious, we're just processing the evidence now, we already have the suspect in custody," she fumed.

"Hold on, Cat, what case is so important? It's not some other guy who's hot for you, is it?" Warrick asked.

"You don't know?" Catherine was horrified, wishing she could sew her big mouth shut. "Tasha, Pam, and Maddy got kidnapped. Something about wanting to get back at their lovers..." Catherine listened to the awkward silence coming from the other end of the conversation. She knew something was wrong.

"Hey look, I gotta go." Something was wrong in Warrick's voice, panicked. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

He hung up without waiting for her response, wishing he could be back at the lab. "Is this why they didn't tell me about the case? I had sex with Maddy, so they think I'm responsible?"

He sighed, then began to process the scene. There were a couple of somewhat recognizable bodies, and he snapped some photos before alowing David to examine them.

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Catherine tumbled into the A/V lab, surprising all it's occupants. "Something's up, I told Warrick the girls got kidnapped and he totally freaked, I don't know why."

"I think I do," Grissom said, characteristically getting up and leaving without telling anyone what he was thinking.

After he'd left, Archie went back to pulling a still of the box logo. He'd gotten lucky this time, it seemed to be a perfect shot. He magnified it a few times, enhanced the image, and found himself face-to-face with a rather innappropriate company logo. He printed out a picture, handed it to Nick, and said "That's all I can do."

Nick stared at the peice of paper in his hands. "You don't recognize the company?" he asked pleadingly. Everyone shook their heads in turn as he showed them the picture.

Sighing, Nick stood up and went to get Sara's opinion. He would expect Greg to know what might have such a pornographic logo, but Greg had vehemently denied any recognition. Finding her in the break room, stealing some of Greg's precious Blue Hawaiian coffee, he pulled the photo out of it's manilla folder and handed it to her.

"What do you make of this?" he asked, his Texan accent a bit heavier than usual.

Sara took the paper he handed her, taking a sip of coffee. "Good Vibrations Pleasure Provider," she said simply. "Really, you Texans know nothing of the big city."

Turning, she walked out of the breakroom, leaving Nick stunned. "How did she know that?" he asked himself, wondering what else he didn't know about Sara Sidle.

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"Brown," Warrick said, picking up his cell phone.

"Warrick, it's Grissom," said a familiar voice. "I heard Catherine told you about the case and you 'freaked out'. Do you want to tell me why?"

Grissom waited for an answer. He heard Warrick sigh, then speak. "Well...Not really."

"You don't have to, I have a pretty good idea what's going on. After all, the evidence never lies." Warrick was shocked at his supervisor's words. He wondered if Grissom was bluffing, if he should deny any freakage.

"You think we deliberately kept the information about the case from you because you slept with Maddy," Grissom said knowledgably.

Warrick was speechless for a moment. "How did you know about that?" he asked in awe.

"There's always a clue," Grissom said. "I saw you leave with her for dinner, I saw the looks in both your eyes, I knew it was inevitable."

"So what's the point of this?" Warrick was genuinely curious.

"I just wanted to tell you that she's not kidnapped because of you. The captors knew, I don't know how, about Greg's feelings for her. He's the target, along with Brass for Tasha and Nick for Pam."

"Okay," Warrick said, relieved. "I'll be over to the lab as soon as I finish this scene."

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Pam was struggling, once again, at the ropes around her wrists. They were giving her one hell of a burn, and she was anxious to get free before Regan and his cronies came back.

"Tash?" she said out loud, trying to see if her friend was conscious.

"What?" Tasha snapped, taking away any worry Pam had that she was not alive and kicking.

"I've almost got my wrists free." Indeed, as she said this phrase, the ropes binding her hands came loose and she riped the ones tying her down to the table off. She sat up and began to work on her ankles, her slim fingers moving deftly in and out of the knot.

Just as she'd made some leeway, Regan burst into the room.

He slapped her hard across the face, shoving her down on the table and punching her hard in the stomach. Pam cried out, rousing Maddy, who looked over and saw in horror that their assailant had returned.

Natasha had undone her hands and reached over, nimbly undoing Maddy's bonds. Both girls sat up to undo their ankles, and were soon on their feet and fighting hard against Regan.

He whipped around, and a gunshot rang out in the small chamber. Maddy fell to the ground, a wound close to her collarbone bleeding freely. Natasha hit Regan hard, then pulled his head forward with both hands as she kicked him squarely where the sun don't shine. He swore loudly, hitting her across the face. She fell and smacked her head on the cold concrete floor.

Pam, the only conscious victim, screamed and kicked out, barely toucing Regan. He hit her again, causing her to lose consciousness, then set about strapping his hostages down to the tables again. He took out another peice of carboard and wrote hastily, holding it up to the cameras that were the soul eye-witnesses to his violence. Back in the A/V lab, Archie had recorded the whole scene. He called Grissom back into the room, and they watched, horror-stricken, as they read the message.

Archie Johnson, and anyone else-

The first payment, of 33,000 dollars, must be dropped in the dumpster behind La Chaton in four hours time. If not, Maddy is the first to go. You wouldn't want that, would you?

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A/N: Next chapter is up to Nikki, the ball is in her court. Reviews are great!