Chapter 8

By Silver Hair Fox

They had six hours to find the three girls. They were looking over the map furiously, "Let's mark out the nurseries first," Grissom, said. The map was starting to look like a connect-the-dots page. The warehouses in blue, nurseries dots getting turned into green.

"What about this one?" Greg said pointing to a dot that read: 'Fabulous X'

"It close enough to the nursery," Nick added.

Brass walked away pulling out his cell phone, as he searched to get the phone number for 'Fabulous X' he paced in the hallways, finally he got a hold of them.

"Fabulous X," A female in a high voice answered.

"Las Vegas P.D ma'am." Brass replied.

There was a silence at the end of the phone, and then the woman spoke, "How can I help you?"

"Where do you get you merchandise?" Brass asked in a demanding tone.

"From Good Vibrations Pleasure Provider, why?" She asked.

"Which warehouse?"

"Is this some kind of prank call?" She asked annoyed.

"Ma'am this isn't. Which warehouse?" Brass demanded.

"01, to 06. Now can I ask why?"

"Thank you." Brass hung up, and headed back to the office where, Grissom, Nick, and Greg were, "We might have narrowed it down to 6." He said as he entered.

"Great!" Greg said, "Do we have enough for a warrant?"

"I'll try and get it," Grissom said as he took off running to his office to call the judge.

"The warehouses are here," Brass said, pointing to them on the map.

"But they are not near any nurseries." Nick pointed out.

"I know, but 'Fabulous X' is" Brass replied.

"So that ant could have come there by the truck, when they went to pick up the boxes," Greg said thinking out loud.

"Right." Nick said, still remember when he had his go around with those damn ants. And how much pain it was.

Grissom walked into the office, no expression on his face, everyone that was there turned to look at him, waiting for him to speak, when he didn't it was all three of them that asked him at once, along the lines of, "Did you get it?"

"Yes," Grissom answered, "Now if we move we can get the warrant and go check out those warehouses."

"I've been waiting ten hours to do this. No, make that eleven. Let's go." Brass said as he took off out of the office.
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Regan sat in his chair, feet up on the table that held the lap top, playing cards and sipping on a Coke, he kept himself in a good mood. The three girls were still out cold, not much luck of them waking up. As Regan played his card came, he wondered just how Brass, Nick and Greg were taking this. He just hoped that they were falling apart, and freaking out. Just like he did when he found out that his beloved girls like them and not him. He hated Brass, Nick and Greg for it. His original plan was to kidnap them and let his beloved girls see him kill their guys. But with long decision he came up with this plan. The one that he was working out, the one that was making him happy. At first he had second thoughts, but once he started to carry it out, it found enjoyment in it. He loved seeing Natasha, Pamela and Maddy cry, wishing for their guys to save them. He watched as Pamela started to stir and wake up, an evil sneer came over his pail white face. As she was waking up, Regan walked over to her.

Wide eyed, and pissed, Pamela spat on him, "Not every smart Pammy." He replied smacking her across the face.

"Don't you dare call me that!" Pamela hissed at him.

"And why not?" Regan asked. Pamela didn't like the look in his eyes, she struggled with the ropes but as soon stopped when Regan grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled, "Answer my question!" He yelled at her.

"You have no call, you will not call me Pammy!" Pamela yelled at him.

Regan smiled, loving the furry of hatred that came from Pamela, Regan thought that he would enjoy killing her, he pulled out his knife and traced her neck with it, gently the sharp end of it touched her delicate skin, not even leaving a mark with it. Regan pulled it away and looked at it then at her, "I'm going to enjoy killing you." He said. His attention was soon turning to Maddy when she looked at him, "Well glad to see that you're awake too."

Maddy rolled her eyes, "You're a sick bastard you know that." She ridiculed him.

"Don't worry, you wont have to worry about me much longer," he said as he walked over still holding the knife in his right hand. Maddy scowled at him; before she could answer he plugged the knife down into the table, mere inches from her neck.

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Grissom and Brass were in one vehicle and Nick and Greg were in another. Followed by a convoy for patrol cars. Grissom was sitting the passenger side, kinda wishing he was driving, (A/N: Brass's driving makes Gibbs, NCIS's driving seem safe) and he knew that if he didn't say what needed to be said it never would be, "Jim, any missing person in the first 24 hours are gold after that..." Brass cut him off.

"... Quicksand." Brass said then spoke, "We are still in the golden hours Gil, I don't care what I have to do, and I'm going to find them."

"I know," Grissom replied, not knowing what else to say, he thought that he had never seen Brass like this before, so determined to find… to Grissom is was like he loved Natasha and wanted to find her so badly along with the two other girls.

Back in the other car, Nick was driving, both him and Greg were wishing the convoy of police cars and the two others would pick up the pace, even if they were already going as fast as the traffic would move. "You think they are there?" Greg asked, staring out the windshield of the SUV.

"Well this is the only lead we got, unless we can get the money, well just have to search all these damn warehouses." Nick said his grip tightening on the steering wheal. All he wanted right now in the world was to have Pamela in his arms, never letting her go.

"Jim, what are you doing?" Grissom asked shocked, as the SUV went up on the curb and down a person's yard to pass three vehicles. Grissom grabbed the passenger handle that was above the door with both hands.

"You want to get there as soon as possible right?" Brass asked as he accelerated.

"Yeah but in one piece!" Grissom said, he looked behind him to the rest of the cars that were following; his eyes grew wider as he watched the rest of the cars follow Brass's lead.

"Don't freak!" Brass said as he got back on the road.

"Nick, I think Brass need to take driving lessons again," Greg said doing the same as Grissom holding on to the passenger handle that too was above the door.

"Well it cuts down on traffic," Nick added.

"Keep an eye out for the numbers 1 to 6 on the ware houses," Brass's voice said coming over the CB.

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Natasha moved her head, and looked over at Maddy and Pam, who were staring up at the roof of the room. Natasha looked over at Regan, pure hate ran over her, "Maddy, Pam," Natasha whispered.

"What?" Both of them asked.

"Want to try one last time?" Natasha asked.

Regan looked up and then put his attention back to the computer, hiding an evil smirk that was trying to cover his face. He thought why not let them try, this way I can hurt them more.

"Ready?" Maddy asked, as she looked over at Pam then at Natasha. As both her friends nodded, they started to work on the roped inconspicuously. Each hand worked on their own ropes. Once they got out of that, they made it look like they were still tried up. Praying that soon their captor would have to go to the bathroom.

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Twenty minutes passed, they were checking the fifth warehouse, one more to go after this one. As they entered, guns drawn, Brass first, it was empty. Brass stormed out as the rest of the cops and two CSI's and the lab ten entered.

"God damn it!" Brass said as he waited out side passing back and forth. He put his gun in his holster, as Grissom walked towards him Brass looked at him, "Where the hell could they be?" he asked in a little to loud of voice.

"We will find them," Grissom said in a calming voice to Brass, soon Nick and Greg were standing beside Brass.

"Where the heck are they?" Greg asked, showing the same emotion that was erupting from Nick and Brass.

Grissom watched as his three friends passed around them, he knew that since Nick's abduction that there would be emotions involved, but he never expected that his three friends would act like this, "All right, we need to find more evidence, when we get back ill talk to the sheriff and see if I can get some of the money to bribe the abductor. But I need you three on a level head." Grissom said in a strong tone. The three that he was talking to sighed and stopped pacing around him, "Can we do that?" Grissom asked looking at them.

Nick was the first to calm down, some what, "Alright, Gris what do you want us to do?" Nick asked.