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Chapter Seven

Grissom answered his cell phone on the first ring, "Grissom," Catherine reported. "We got a partial off the note, and we got a hit. You're never gonna guess--"

"Vincent Lurie," he interrupted. "He left a message for me at home. He insinuated that he was going after Sara; we are pulling up to her place now. Cath--I think he's got her and he's gonna kill her if I don't find him in 24 hours."

Catherine could hear the desperation in his voice. "Gris, if he's got her we will find her. I already have Warrick working on Lurie's last knowns. Greg is analyzing the paper and print from the letter. We have gathered all the evidence from the Debbie Marlin case as well. Even Ecklie is lending a hand. He is coordinating with all the districts to get the APB out there statewide."

"Thanks Cath, I'll get back to you after we check her apartment."

Grissom trailed behind Brass as they entered her building and proceeded to her floor. He knew something was terribly wrong as he turned the corner and observed her apartment door cracked. Brass drew his weapon and entered the apartment. There was no sign of Sara or anyone for that matter. 'Lurie had her', Grissom realized. 'I have to get her back, there's no way I'm losing her, not now, not ever.'

Something kicked in inside him and he quickly demanded, "Jim, don't touch anything." He vigilantly dialed the lab, "Catherine, its Gil. Sara's gone. I need you, Nick and Sophia down here to process. I want every inch of this apartment gone over. For the next twenty-four hours we will work on nothing else. We will find her." He hung up the phone not allowing her to say anything. Out of the corner of his eye, a small, blue beam of light caught his eye. He dashed over to investigate. Upon further examination, Grissom felt a glimmer of hope.

"Jim, I think I've got something. This is Sara's PDA dock. The blinking blue light means that the PDA is on; but it's not here. It looks like the struggle started over here. She may have grabbed it before he took her. We can track it with GPS as long as it is turned on. A PDA is like a computer with an IP address. I'll call Hodges and get him working on finding Sara's IP address."

After giving his instructions to the young lab tech, he walked toward Catherine, Nick, and Sophia as they arrived at the scene. The ringing of his cell phone stopped his progress, "Grissom," he answered.

Following a slight pause the voice on the other line cut in, "By now you know I have your beloved Sara."

Grissom quickly attached a recoding device to his phone. He demanded, "What do you want, Lurie."

"Oh, I see you remember me. What I want is my life back! You ruined me, you and your crime lab. Now it's my turn. I'm going to hurt you, not physically mind you, but emotionally. I've watched how you look at her; it's quite pathetic don't you think? All that time you were in love with her; but you never acted on your feelings. That is until tonight. And now I'm taking her from you. Maybe I'll keep her for myself; I have to admit, her resemblance to my Debbie has me a little aroused. She looks like she could be a handful in the sack, but I suppose you will never find that out."

Trying to remain calm he requested, "Let me talk to Sara, to make sure you have her and to make sure she's still alive."

"I'm afraid that isn't possible at the moment. I gave her a mild sedative. She needed the rest. By the way, that's an awful nice belly button ring she has. It almost looks like a spider entangled in a web. I hate to cut this short but I have things to attend to. Remember the clock is ticking, Dr. Grissom." And he was gone.

Grissom gave the recording to Sophia. "See if you can get anything off of this. He was definitely in a car driving. I heard some background noise, but I couldn't make anything out."

Sophia questioned, "Did he let you talk to Sara?"

"No, he said he gave her a sedative. He has her though. He mentioned a spider belly button ring. Sara was wearing that tonight."

Sophia shot him an awkward look and asked, "What do you take inventory of your subordinates' jewelry?"

Annoyed, Grissom ordered, "Sophia, I'd appreciate it if you would just do as I instructed and analyze the audio. Can you do it without speculation or judgment?" He watched as she stormed off. He had always liked Sophia; thought she was intriguing, but that was where his feelings ended. He suspected that she was slightly attracted to him, but he didn't think anything of it. All he needed from her was her help in finding his true love.

"Cath, Nick, can you guys process the apartment. I need to go back to the lab. I can do more from there." Grissom turned and walked toward the door.

I couldn't resist the dig on Sophia, we call her Spork at YTDAW. This story has really taken on a mind of its own and gone in a different direction than I originally anticipated, but hey, I'm going with it. Please review if you have time, and thanks for reading.