Grissom drove up to the car. They had found it. It was parked outside a large run-down building. The police followed after him and ran out of their cars. Led by Brass, they circled around the building until they said the perimeter was secure. Then, Brass kicked down the front door.

They looked around, but they didn't see anything. There were old chairs and broken tables in the building, but not signs of any more people.

"It's clear!" Brass said backing out of the building and letting Grissom inside.

The building was dark and huge; it gave Grissom an eerie feeling as he walked through the building. Every time he took a step, he felt like someone was watching him. He turned around frequently to see if anyone was; no one was ever there.

He walked through the building with his flashlight in front of him. He heard some static, which frightened him and made him jump. He turned to look for the source of the static and saw an old television in one of the rooms. The screen showed a dark room, with no sources of light coming from any direction. He adjusted the television until the picture was better seen.

A dim light came on. Grissom looked to see an unconscious Sara lying on the floor of the room, her arms tied in front of her and her legs tied behind her. Then, footsteps were heard- not behind Grissom, but on the tape. He looked closer to the see the approaching figure.

The figure sat down behind Sara, crossing his legs. A wide grin appeared across his face.

"Hello, Mr. Grissom" said the figure; they had an eerie-sounding voice which made then twitch each time they heard him speak. "I just thought I'd say hello," he said smiling. "Anyways, it's…what now…" he said checking his watch. "Ah, yes…exactly 24 hours," he said pulling his sleeve back down. "So," he started, clearing his throat. "You better get cracking or she's going to die," he said pointing behind him.

"Which…really is a pity because she's quite a beauty," he said brushing some of Sara's hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. "So, hurry up, Mr. Grissom! Until next time, ciao." And then the television turned black. No sound, no picture.

Grissom growled angrily and took his rage out on the television. His hand turned red after smacking the television a good few times. He then saw something that made him shiver.

There was something behind the TV, but whatever it was, was dripping a red liquid. Grissom picked it up. It was a CSI vest. He could only guess whose it was. The vest was covered in the red liquid. Grissom shook the vest off, revealing the stitching on the outside of the vest. It clearly read, 'SIDLE'. His heart was now in his stomach. The liquid didn't seem thick enough to be blood, and it had a smell to it- not of copper, it smelt like ketchup.

"Ketchup…" he sighed in relief as he bagged the vest. He walked out of the room and walked outside.

"Did you find anything?" asked Brass walking over to him. Grissom held up the evidence bag containing the vest. "I saw some video feed of where the guy's keeping her; and this isn't blood; it's ketchup," Grissom said putting the evidence bag in the car. "I'd hope so," Brass sighed. "Alright, call me when you get any updates," he said walking out. Grissom got into his car and drove back to the lab.

12 more hours- the number haunted Grissom. They only had 12 hours to find Sara. It was now late into the night. Grissom took off his glasses, closing his eyes to think. He slowly drifted off to sleep when…

"Hey Griss." The voice alone awakened him. He could have sworn by it- the voice was hers. But when he looked around his office, no one was there. This made him realize just how much she meant to him. He couldn't imagine not coming to work with no Sara there to greet him. It just wouldn't be the same, and he wouldn't smile anymore.

A loud beeping made by his computer interrupted his thoughts; he quickly turned his attention to the monitor on his desk and put on his glasses. The screen flashed and the man from before was now visible on his screen.

"Hello again, Mr. Grissom," the man said. "Since you haven't found us yet, I've decided I'll go ahead and tell you my name. My name is Hugh James," he said with a slight smile across his face. "And…" he said moving around. Soon, two people were visible on the computer monitor. "You've already met her," he said pointing to Sara, who he held next to him.

Sara was now awake, but Grissom could tell she didn't want to be. Hugh smiled as he moved his hand around to his side pulling something out of his jean pocket. It was long and smooth- Grissom quickly saw that it was a knife.

"Oh god, no…" Grissom said, almost jumping out of his seat.

"Time isn't up yet," he said smiling. "But I want a little fun," he said holding the knife up to her throat. Sara was petrified by fear- her entire body was shaking and she closed her eyes, thinking to herself that this was going to be her last moments on this earth.

The man held the knife up closer to her throat until a drop of blood slid down Sara's neck and fell onto his hand. Sara winced and cried out a little as the blade has cut her skin. "Does it pain you to see her suffer, Mr. Grissom?" the man asked, still totally calm. "If it does, then FIND ME!" he said and the computer monitor turned black. No more sound was heard through the tiny black speakers.

Grissom quickly got out of his seat and ran into the break room. Everyone was sitting around, going through papers or trying not to fall asleep.

"Catherine, the last time the kidnapper struck he took you guys to Wilston Industries, right?" Grissom asked her. "Uh…yeah," she said a little confused. "Alright, that's where we're going. There's a good chance that might be where he's got Sara," he said running out of the lab with the rest of the team following behind him.

TBC…