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Warrick's heart was beating faster and faster as he approached the house. He tried Nick's phone, his pager, his home phone and yet no one answered. He knew that Nick not answering was a bad sign. He turned left onto Nick's street when he saw a black SUV speed away from Nick's driveway. Warrick picked up the phone and dialed Grissom while following closely behind.
"Warrick where are you?" Grissom asked when he answered the phone.
"Following a Black SUV. Identical to ours. License plate number QYZ 786," Warrick said as he kept and eye on the car.
"Warrick stop following that car. You're putting your self in danger," Grissom said as he heard gunshots on the other end.
The other car had 2 men sticking out of the car, shooting at Warrick. Warrick dropped the phone and punched the brake as his car came to a screeching halt. Warrick ducked his head onto the passenger side of the car. He held his ears as the shots came in contact with the metal of the car.
"Warrick!" Grissom shouted as he met up with Sara and Brass in the alley. "Warrick!"
There was no response on the other end.
"What's happening?" Catherine asked as she grabbed Grissom's arm.
"Things just got worse," Grissom said plainly as he walked over to Brass, still holding the phone to his ear.
Warrick looked over the steering wheel to find no car. He punched the wheel and dashboard as his anger bubbled over.
"Damnit!" Warrick said as he sat his head on the steering wheel.
Warrick yelled it loud enough for Grissom to hear on the opposite end of the phone.
"Warrick!" Grissom yelled again into the phone.
Warrick realized that he dropped the phone and picked it up.
"Hello?" Warrick asked in a stress filled voice.
"Warrick what happened? I heard gun shots," Grissom said as he walked over to the dumpster.
"They have Jordan and Nick. They tried shooting at me," Warrick said as he got out of his car and slammed the door.
"Is the Black and White there yet?" Grissom asked as his voice became more rattled.
"No," Warrick said as he sat on the curb, head in hands.
"Stay right there. I'm gonna send Sara, Brass and Greg back over to Nick's."
"No! I can't just sit here! They have my daughter! And my best friend!" Warrick said as he stood up.
"Warrick calm down. We're gonna find them," Grissom said as Sara began digging in the dumpster, looking for a clue, anything that could help them with the case. Greg was also looking through the body, attempting to keep the body in place. Greg sighed as nothing came up. He got on his hands and knees and found a video tape underneath the dumpster. He shined his flash light over it and behind it. He picked up the tape and yelled Grissom's name.
"Do you know anyone that would want to take Jordan?" Grissom asked as he finally reached Brass.
"Grissom!" Greg yelled as he began jogging over to Gil and Brass who were 20 feet away.
"What Greg? Make it fast," Grissom said as he looked at Greg whose shirt was black from the street.
"I found something,"
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Nick opened his groggy eyes as he was face to face with one of the biggest men he had ever seen. His eyes grew wide as the man's right fist came in contact with Nick's already sore face. Nick's head whipped and thrashed about as the man hit Nick once again in the face. The familiar taste of blood was ever present in his mouth. The third punch to Nick's head knocked him out completely as his head rested between the backseat head rests. During the assault, Nick looked around the car, but there was no Jordan. His breathing increased as his eyes scurried around the car. He passed out with the thought of Jordan lingering in his mind. But what Nick didn't know, was that Jordan was in the trunk of the car, bleeding incessantly. A man sat with her in the back cradling her head in his lap. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You will be mine," the man said as he continued caressing her head.
"Patch, the stops coming up ahead," The man from the front informed him.
"Don't use our names you moron," Patch said as he took his eyes from Jordan's and glared them at the driver in the front.
"So what, their knocked out anyways," The man in the front stated as he stopped the car.
"I don't care. I'm not taking any chances. We are gonna let one of them go. I don't want them remembering any names," Patch said as he loaded his gun.
"Hey J, your name is Biggy," Patch whispered to the big guy in the back seat keeping an eye on Nick.
"Sam, your name is Deuce," Patch said to the man that was sitting on the right of Nick.
"Jake, your name is Loan," Patch said to the driver.
"And Lisa, you're Doc," Patch said as he talked to the women sitting in the front seat.
"I'm Boss. Don't forget these names," He said pointing to everyone in the car. "Alright, let's get this show on the road than," Boss said as he caressed Jordan's head before Lisa went around the back and opened the hatch. She grabbed Jordan's foot and was about to drag her out of the car.
"No!" Boss said as he slapped her hand. "Only I touch her unless I tell you other wise," The tall black man said as he threw her over his shoulder. "Deuce, Biggy, and Doc, get the guy in the back seat into the house. Watch him like a hawk. He's tricky," He said pointing to the all individually. They stood there looking at him.
"I meant now!" The man yelled as he walked up the hill to the house. He walked about 50 feet before opening the door and checking it with his gun, just to make sure that no one found their way in or out of house.
He threw Jordan on the sofa, which was folded out into a bed. He hand cuffed her to the leg of the sofa as he opened the door for the other 3 who were coming in with Nick. Nick was now fully awake as he stared at the three people pushing him into the house.
"No," Nick pleaded as they finally got him into the house. He looked at the living room where the sofa bed was pulled out. He saw a blood soaked towel around Jordan's head.
"What did you do to her?" Nick said with fury in his eyes.
"Oh angry are we Mr. Stokes?" Boss asked as he walked over to Nick. "Sit."
"No," Nick said as he stared the man in the eye.
"Fine, we'll do it your way," Boss said as he pulled out a butterfly knife and held it to Jordan's throat.
"OK. OK," Nick said as he sat with the help of Biggy's fist in his gut.
"Now you listen here Mr. Stokes. What you do, effects Jordan over there. So I suggest you start doing what I tell you or Mr. Brown will be receiving a head in a nice brown cardboard box. Is that what you want? For him to have his only daughters head cut off and placed in a box? Because let me tell you something Mr. Stokes, they will never find the body. There's plenty of desert around us. And don't even think of running away. You'll last a day maybe 2," Boss said as he patted Nick on the shoulder. Boss walked over to Jordan who was lying on the bed, handcuffed to the leg.
"So, Doc, do you think you can fix this up?" Boss asked as he held up Jordan's head and turned on the lamp above the sofa bed.
"I don't know probably. I don't have any sedative or pain medication for after wards. She'll be in a shit load of pain, Doc said as she rummaged through her bag on the counter.
"Can you do it while she's asleep," Boss asked as he touched her neck.
"Yeah, give me a second," Doc said as she grabbed the sutures and gauge.
Boss removed the handcuffs from Jordan's wrist and rolled her over on to her stomach. Doc went to work at sowing the wound shut.
"How's you face man?" Loan asked as he grabbed Nick a bag of ice.
"Hurts like hell," Nick said as he sucked the blood out of his lip.
"Here," Loan said as he held the bag of ice to Nick's head. Nick sighed in relief as the pain slowly subsided.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Loan?" Boss asked as he snapped the bag of ice out of Loan's hand.
"Giving him ice," Loan said as he looked at Boss confused and afraid.
"You're gonna be the first to go soft aren't you Loan?" Boss asked as he taunted the young man.
Nick observed the two men fighting. Loan seemed like he would be the easiest to crack. He seemed to actually feel sorry for the situation Nick and Jordan were in. This meant that if Nick and Jordan wanted to survive, they would need to become Loan's friend and fast.
"No I ain't goin' soft Boss. I'm with you," Loan said as mean as he could. But everyone in the room saw straight through it.
"You better," Boss said as he walked an intimadating walk around Loan.
"All done," Doc said as she bit the suture, breaking it. She wrapped the gauge around Jordan's head.
Jordan began to stir 15 minutes after Doc finished the sowing job. She looked around the room but her sleepy eyes only caught figures; 1 Women obviously and 5 men. She attempted to focus when the figure from her left came closer to her face.
"Hey ole' green eyes," Boss said as he caressed her head.
Jordan's heart stopped as his voice made his way into her ears. She focused her eyes on the man in front of her.
"No. You're supposed to be in jail," Jordan said as he eyes welled with tears.
"I got out early baby," Boss said as he ran a finger over her cheek.
She attempted to pull herself away from his touch. But Boss kept touching her face, her hair, her body. She tried not to cry as tears fled from her eyes. It was then that Nick knew who this man was. His face grew red with anger as he watched Jordan fight her biggest fear. He had never seen anyone so vulnerable.
"Please stop! Patch please stop!" Jordan said as she attempted to fight away his touch
"You said she wasn't gonna' remember your name," Deuce said as he pointed to Jordan.
"Get the hell away form her," Nick said as he stood up. Jordan's eyes grew big as she realized that Nick was with her in the room.
"Nick!" She screamed as she tried to fight the handcuffs.
Nick tried to get to her, but Biggy kept a firm handle on Nick's shirt.
"Nick!" She screamed as tears mixed with the sweat forming on her face
"Let me go!" Nick yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Mr. Stokes, relax or you will force me to do something I don't want to do," Boss said as he got up from the sofa bed.
"Let me go!" Nick yelled as he tried to find his way back to Jordan.
"That's it," Boss said as he grabbed a needle from Doc's bag. The needle was average size, but half filled with a yellow serum that clung to the glass container.
"What's that?" Nick asked as he tried to back up.
"Adrenaline," Boss said as he stuck it into the bottle and extracted even more. It was just the right amount to really screw Nick up.
"No, please don't," Jordan begged as she fought the handcuffs until her wrists turned bloody. "He doesn't have his medicine!"
"Yes he does," Doc said as she held out a bottle.
"You! You're Lisa from Sam's Diner," Jordan said as Lisa came into sight.
"Oh sweetie, you are mistaken," Doc said as she smiled.
Jordan had no idea what to do. She laid on the bed, completely helpless as Nick was being tormented.
"Please don't," Nick said as he backed away from the needle.
"I won't give this to you, if she lets me have another chance with her," Boss said as he pointed to Jordan.
Jordan's eyes glazed over at the thought.
"No way in hell," Nick said for Jordan.
"Fine, is there any final words Mr. Stokes?" Boss asked as he grabbed a tape recorder and held it to Nick's mouth, pressing the record button.
"Yeah, Got to hell," Nick said with a satisfied tone.
"And I'll see you there Mr. Stokes," Boss said as Biggy held Nick's arm still.
"Fine!" Jordan said from the bed, her body shaking from her sobbing. "Just don't kill him."
"It looks like we have a deal," Boss said as he lowered the needle.
"No. Jordan, you don't have to," Nick said as he pleaded with Jordan.
"Just get it over with," Jordan stated with a blank look on her face.
"No! Don't do this please! Don't! She's been through enough!" Nick's plea fell on deaf ears as Biggy forced him to sit in the chair.
"Oh I'm gonna enjoy this," Boss said as he looked at Jordan. "Good ole' green eyes. You were always my favorite."
"Now where were we?" Boss said as he sat on the bed. Just as he sat down, a noise was heard in the back room.
"God Damnit, tell those girls that the next noise they make, I'm killing one of them," Boss said with a straight face. Biggy got up as Loan and Deuce sat next to Nick, keeping him in his seat. Biggy went into the back room and slammed the door behind him. Screams could be heard as he entered the room. Nick looked at Jordan as she sat uneasy on the bed. Boss began fidgeting with a camera that was on the coffee table.
"What is that?" Nick asked with a hoarse voice.
"What does it look like dick head?" Boss said as he set it up on the TV set, looking down on the sofa bed. "It's a camera. I'm filming it so that I can get off on it when ever I want," Boss said with a smug smile, causing Nick's blood to boil.
"Ok here we go. Are you ready to be a star ole' green eyes?" Boss asked as he touched a nearly passed out Jordan. "But before we go on, is there anything you want. A drink, something to eat, a back rub?" Boss asked as he touched her face over and over again.
"Drink please," Jordan asked with a dry throat.
Nick's mind was racing as he thought about all the possibilities. He watched Doc fix Jordan a drink. He let her sit up as she sipped the water.
"No," Nick said as he stood up. "Don't drink it!"
"Too late. She's got enough in her system to do what we need to do," Boss said he laid Jordan down on the bed.
"Lights, Camera, Action," Deuce said as he pressed record on the camera.
Boss began unbuttoning Jordan's blouse as she attempted to wiggle away from his touch.
He bent down, held her chin in his hand as he kissed her on the lips. Nick watched helplessly in the chair, tears escaping his own eyes. "How could I let this happen?" Nick thought to himself.
The GHB started to kick in as she fought off his final touch. When she passed out, Boss began to undo her pants. It was going to be a long night.
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By now, 15 police cars we're lined up on Nick's street. 10 criminalists scowered the streets looking for clues that would lead them to Nick and Jordan.
"I found a cigarette but," Greg said as he picked up his tweezers and bagged it. "It's got lipstick on it."
Sara looked over at Greg and his comment. She began walking back across the street to Nick's house and then resumed snapping pictures of the blood on the door frame and on Nick's table by the door.
"There's a lot of blood here," Sara said to herself and to anyone that would listen.
"Nick must have given up a fight," Grissom said as he used his flashlight to look around the dimly lit living room.
"How do you know it was Nick?" Sara asked as she looked over at him.
"Because the clump of hair in the pool of blood next to your right foot is black," Grissom said as he shined his flashlight over to it. "So she opens the door a little to slow for their taste, so the door swings open and hits Jordan in the face. She falls backward, hitting her head on the corner of the table here.
"So, how do you know Nick put up a fight?" Sara asked as she shined her flashlight around the house.
"Because the timeline is off," Grissom said as he grabbed Nick's phone off of its charger. "Warrick, Brass, Catherine, and I all called Nick's house simultaneously at 6:24 pm. Warrick arrived at the house at 6:32 pm. Nick would have answered the phone meaning he was either restrained or occupied at the time. 2 minutes to load Nick and Jordan into the car leaves 6 plus minutes for a struggle."
Sara sat in thought as the thoughts ran through her head.
"They must have loaded Jordan first. The amount of blood here suggests Jordan was here for 1 minute maximum," Sara said as she got to her feet. Grissom and Sara walked together, shining their flashlights in opposite directions. Sara walked into the den and looked around. She looked for little differences in the room. Grissom walked into the kitchen. He went straight to the cabinets where he saw blood splatter above the coffee pot. Grissom opened the door with his gloved hand and looked inside.
"Nick's piece is missing. He did keep it above the coffee pot right?" Grissom asked as he looked around the kitchen.
"Yep and in the pots and pans drawer," Sara said as she continued processing.
Grissom looked around the kitchen for the pot and pans drawer. It took him a couple chances until he found the correct drawer.
"Not here either," Grissom said as slammed the door shut.
"Maybe Nick tried to get to them," Sara said as she snapped pictures of the room.
"Yeah maybe. Maybe he went to grab the guns but was blind sided by a random object."
"Do you see anything missing from the kitchen?" Sara asked as she continued snapping pictures of the room.
"Nope. Maybe they brought it with them," Grissom said as he snapped pictures of the blood splatter on the cabinet.
Greg walked in with 27 evidence bags in hand.
"What's that?" Sara asked as she looked at Greg.
"This would be 26 and a half cigarette but that were thrown in the 420 N. Villa Maria's front yard. Across the street and 4 houses down," Greg said as he stuck his thumb behind him. "Looks like somebody got anxious."
"There had to be more than one," Sara said as she looked at the cigarettes.
"How do you know?" Greg asked.
"Common sense; Nick put up a fight meaning there had to be more than just a woman here. Plus, only 4 of the cigarette buts have lipstick on them," Sara said as she examined them with her flash light.
"Greg, take those down to the lab, give them to Tony, and come straight back here," Grissom said with a stern voice as he turned on more lights.
"Alright, call me if anything urgent comes up," Greg said as he exited the house.
"What could be more urgent then Jordan and Nick missing?" Grissom asked himself as he bit his lip, not wanting to belittle the CSI.
"Bye," Sara said as she looked around the house.
"You get the bedroom, I'll get the bathroom," Grissom said as he walked past Sara.
"Um, alright," Sara said as she picked up her kit and walked into the bathroom.
Outside, Catherine comforted Warrick as a breakdown crept up on him. He sat on the curb, head in hands. He rocked back and forth, not saying a word, just staring at the house.
"It's OK, Warrick," Catherine said as she sat next to him, arms lock in his.
"Stop telling me it's gonna be OK. It's not," Warrick said as he wiped the tears off of his cheeks. "These guys didn't leave us anything. They wore gloves, didn't leave a foot or finger print in sight. They drove an unmarked black SUV which was issued to a Glen Warren who has been deceased for 2 years now. They left us nothing to work with."
Catherine sat on the curb not knowing how to respond. He was right. There were no fingerprints anywhere. The SUV was sold at auction to a dead man. And no foot prints were visible. They were racing against a clock that was in the other teams favor. Catherine sat silently and rocked with Warrick on the curb. But instead of saying "It's OK" she started saying "We'll find them".
Back inside, Grissom looked in the room and found it in shambles from the night Nick had called Sara about the chest pain. He took photos and mental notes. The bed was in 4 pieces. Mattress on the ground, comforter on the couch, sheets over the end table and lamp. He lifted up the mattress and found fibers on the carpet. He looked at them, and immediately remembered the cotton pants Nick was sleeping in the night before.
"The fibers must have gotten here after Nick fell of the bed," Grissom thought to himself as Sara called him from the bathroom.
"What?" Grissom asked as he saw Sara rummaging through the bathroom cabinet. Sara didn't respond; she was way too busy looking for something.
"What are you doing?" Grissom asked as he moved further into the bathroom.
"Do you have the Lipitor?" Sara asked as she looked at him with wide eyes.
"What?" Grissom asked confused.
"Do you have the Lipitor? The blue bottle? What we used last night?" Sara asked in an eager tone.
"Oh, no Nick had it when we left this morning," Grissom said as he back out of the bathroom and began looking through the family room again.
He lifted up the comforter from Nick's bed and shook it out hoping to find the little blue bottle. While Grissom did that, Sara lifted up the seat cushions and got on her hands and knees to look underneath the couch.
"It's not here," Sara said as Grissom's phone began to vibrate.
The ID read "Brass".
"Hey Brass, what's up?" Grissom asked in an uneasy voice.
"What's wrong?" Brass asked as he sat with Archie in the A/V Lab.
"Nothing, what's up?" Grissom asked as he continued to look around the house.
"Well, Archie cued up the tape for me in the A/V Lab and what I see is very disturbing," Brass said as Archie began breaking down the different level noises.
"What's on it?" Grissom asked as he stopped for a second.
"The rape, torture and murder of Tiffany Lennox. We have every second of it on tape. At the end of the tape is shots of Jordan at what appears to be Sam's Diner, Shop N' Go on 37th and Happy Valley, and Nick's house. 3 black SUV's were parked in the front. The timer reads 3:47am. The timer must be off," Brass said as he watched Archie work.
"No the timer's not off, we we're at Nick's house last night," Grissom said as he continued the search for Nick's medicine.
"Why?" Brass asked as he repositioned himself in his seat.
Grissom explained to Brass the incident from the night before and how Grissom called in sick for him. He didn't want Ecklie finding out about Nick not taking his meds.
"And now we can't find them," Grissom finished as he walked outside.
"Did you search Nicky's medicine cabinet?" Brass asked as Archie pulled apart the last bit of footage.
"Oh, there's a thought Brass, how about I search the medicine cabinet. I never would have thought to look in there," Grissom said as sarcasm leaked from his words.
"Well, excuse me. Anyways, you might want to send one of your guys down here to look at the video. And let me not suggest Warrick," Brass said as Archie played the clips.
"Alright, Sara will be down there in 30," Grissom said as he motioned for Sara to come to the car.
"Alright, call me if you find anything," Brass said as he snapped his phone shut.
In the A/V Lab, Archie and Brass continued to play the clips.
"The first one, the loudest, is Tiffany's," Archie states as he presses play.
The Lab fills with screams of a young women's voice. Brass closes his eyes as the video runs. He attempts to focus on just the sounds.
"No please don't do this. Please, my dad will pay a ransom. He'll give you anything you want just please, don't kill me," Tiffany pleaded as her face came on to the screen.
"I won't kill you Tiffany, I promise," A female voice said in the background.
"You promise?" Tiffany asked like a child.
"Yes, I promise," the female voice said again as she put a cigarette out on Tiffany's arm.
Howls of pain were heard as Tiffany started to cry. She began breathing heavily as covered the recent burn.
"Just go to sleep Tiffany," the female voice said again as she touched her head. "Just go to sleep."
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Well, I'm very proud of this story so far, and I feel like I should continue. Thanks to all of the people that read and review. I appreciate it. I'll update soon.
-CSIFanatic08