"Grissom, what about the surveillance tapes?" Nick said. "…We could try it," Grissom said. Warrick went to retrieve the tapes. When he returned, he held them up. "Well, they're still in there," he said handing them to Grissom. Grissom went into his office to watch them. The rest of the team followed.

"Alright…here we see her leaving at about 8:00…" Grissom said. On the tape, Sara was walking out to the parking lot. She drove off. Grissom then headed out of the lab and drove off. But then- they saw Sara's car return to the parking lot. "What was she doing?" Catherine asked. "I don't know, she must've had something she needed to do," Grissom said. They watched from the parking lot as she entered the lab again.

She went off to the different labs, working on certain things, as usual. Then, they saw a black car enter the parking lot. A person got out of the car and entered the building; Sara had forgotten to lock it up. As they watched them enter the building, inside they saw the man walk down the halls, obviously looking for Sara. He walked into the lab she was in, and at this point they were out of the camera's view.

The last thing they saw was the night guards being knocked out and the intruder carrying an unconscious Sara out to the car in his arms.

"That didn't give us anything," Warrick said sighing. "…That's why the guy didn't take the tapes with him, he knew they wouldn't help us…" Grissom sighed. "Can you get some plate numbers off of the license plate?" Catherine asked him. He stopped the tape and zoomed in to the license plate. "He was smart, he covered the license plate," Nick said. The license plate had a white cover over it. "Damn!" Warrick said walking out of the room. Grissom just lowered his head.

"Mr. Grissom, there's a package for you at the front desk," came the secretary's voice. Grissom quickly stood up and walked down the hall until he reached the front reception desk. He picked up the package, now wearing gloves. The package was clearly meant for him to open; it had his name on it. He walked to his office and opened the package.

Inside, was a tape recorder, which Grissom listened to; nothing was really on the tape, until he got towards the middle of it. On the tape, was some static, but then he heard something else- a woman's voice; a voice which he quickly recognized to be Sara's. He heard footsteps and then a yell, and then nothing. He heard some papers shuffling in the background and it sounded like someone was lifting something- Grissom thought that this feed was from when the man had grabbed Sara.

Then, on the tape he heard a car door opening and then close, and then the tape stopped. He turned off the tape recorder and sighed. "That bastard wants us to hear and imagine everything she did…" he sighed sitting down and rubbing his head. There was 26 hours to go, and they still had nothing.

"How are we supposed to find her if we don't have anything to lead us to her?" Catherine asked angrily. "The video feed was useless- he covered his face!" she said sighing. "And even if we check to see who all was released the day Tony Wilston got out of jail, that just gives us a name! No address, nothing!" she said sighing. They decided to go through the computer to find the name of the man who had been released.

His name was Theodore Hoover; he had been arrested for drug dealing and attempted murder. They looked to see if he owned any properties- they got no hits. Grissom sighed as he put his head down in his hands.

The clock was ticking away- the kidnapper obviously knew they would never be able to find her. His records were empty- no previous home, no owned properties. Then, Grissom saw something.

The man had a car, obviously the one he had seen on the surveillance feed. He checked to see what the plate numbers were- luckily, they were Nevada plates, and so he got them: 476RY3. He ran out of his office. "Brass! Tell the police to look for a black Mercedes Benz; plates numbers '476RY3'," he said running out the lab. He jumped into his car and drove out of the parking lot.