Chapter 6

By Silver Hair Fox

Natasha was the first to wake up; she felt her hands tingling and her head thumping with each heart beat. She went to sit up was quickly pulled back by the ropes, she felt the sharp pain all over her body, "Damn it to hell!" she screamed.

"Ah shut up," Regan said sitting behind the laptop.

"Oh fuck you!" Natasha said with true abhorrence in her voice.

Pam stirred, she too tried to get up, when she couldn't she threw her self back against the table, "Fuck!" she yelled.

"Well hello to you too," Regan replied.

Natasha noticed that there was two of her captors missing, "Where are the others?" Natasha asked scared.

"Either dead or in the hospital." He answered nonchalantly. Maddy moaned, her collarbone was broken, she cried out in pain when she tried to move, "Ah I wouldn't do that, unless you want it to start to bleed again." He advised to Maddy.

"Why don't you just let us go?" Pam asked.

"I want the money," he answered.

"You're a bastard you know that?" Natasha added.

"Oh and your lover isn't?"

"Don't bring him into it." Natasha warned.

"Or what?"

"I will find some way to get out of these damn ropes again and kick your sorry fucken ass."

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"Okay I found out there is 20 ware houses they use," Brass said referring to the logo.

"Archie did you get a fix on the signal?" Grissom asked.

"I couldn't every 10 minutes it changes." Archie answered.

"Great!" Greg said, rolling his eyes.

"Look is there any way to narrow this down?" Nick asked.

"Arch, can you tell what end of Vegas the signal is coming from?" Greg asked, bottling up the worry the best he could. Though he was never good at it.

On the table they were talking around was a full map of Las Vegas, in blue marked on the table was every warehouse from the logo. Archie looked at the notes he had made the West end, is the best I can give you," he said as he made a circle around 15 of the warehouses.

"Well that got 5 out of the way," Nick added.

"Look we still have no warrant to search these warehouses." Grissom added, wishing he didn't have too.

"Damn it!" Brass, Greg and Nick yelled in unison, frustration apparent in their voices.

"Look the judge wont let us have it." Grissom told them, "He says that the cardboard could have been from anywhere."

"What more does he want?" Nick asked, both his hands were in fists.

"More proof," Grissom answered.

"How do we do that?" Greg asked.

"The evidence." Grissom answered famously.

"That's it I just can't sit around here any longer," Brass said as he got up to leave.

"Jim, just what are you planning to do?" Grissom asked, looking at him.

"Find the damn proof or something!" Brass answered and stormed out. He sat in his office making phone calls.

xoxox

Pam and Natasha were trying their best for the third or fourth time to get out of the ropes. Maddy stopped trying when she felt her gunshot wound start to bleed again, Natasha got an idea and looked over at Pam. With her best she hoped that Pam got the message to stop, thank god she did. Natasha noticed the blood and spoke, "Regan! Get your ass over there and stop the bleeding!" she screamed.

"Well she shouldn't have tried to get out, its her own fault." He replied, never looking up from his game of cards, "And you friends there have an hour and a half to bring the money."

"You sick bastard." Pam said turning her attention back to the ropes.

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Brass wrote down 5 shops that he had found that got the shipment from the warehouses, "Well it's a start." He said as he left to go to the shops. Lucky enough they were in close proximity to the Crime Lad. The first one he entered was a small shop. The walls were painted red. As he entered, the door chimed. A woman who was dressed, in very reveling clothes walked up to Brass, "Are you looking for something for you wife?" She asked, not noticing he had no ring on.

"Las Vegas P.D ma'am," Brass said showing her his shinny badge.

"Oh, um, okay what can I help you with?" She asked.

"Where do you get your merchandise?" He asked.

"Good Vibrations Pleasure Provider, mostly. But they have closed 10 of their warehouses." She answered. Not even fazed by the name of the merchandise company.

Brass sighed, "Can you give me the address from the warehouses you do get your merchandise from?" he asked.

"Yeah sure just come with me," she said as she led him through the store, Brass's eyes went wide a few time as he looked at the store merchandise. A few times he thought how do those work, then he just shook his head he didn't want to know. As he finally came to the end of the store, he wished the next 4 would not be like this. He was pulled out of thought when the woman spoke to him, "Um here you go," She said as she handed him the addresses.

"Can I get your name please?" He asked.

"Uh yeah, Candy Cooper." She said, "C-O-O-P-E-R" she spelt out her last name.

Brass fault not to roll his eyes, he knew how to spell a simple name, if he didn't he would ask, "Thank you."

"Sir, can I ask why you wanted the addresses?"

Brass stopped, "It has to do with a case, I can't disclose any more then that."

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"Gris," Warrick called out, as Grissom was walking by the evidence room Warrick was working on.

"What is it?" Grissom asked.

"Have a look at these," Warrick said handing him two pictures from his car crash case, "these were the two that were in the car crash." Grissom froze when he looked at it, they were both from the kidnapping, "Grissom?" Warrick asked when Grissom didn't say anything.