Everyone drove towards the large warehouse. They felt their feet pushing down extra hard on the accelerator. In the distance, the old warehouse was visible over their dashboards. They stopped when they reached the old building. Grissom literally hopped out of his car, drawing his gun.

Brass ran ahead of him, gun drawn. The police spread out around the building. "Las Vegas police! Open up!" Brass said outside the door. He kicked down the door and ran inside. His flashlight showed the surroundings in the room- they didn't see anything, but then, Brass shined his light on a knife on the floor and a single drop of blood.

Grissom ran inside. "They were definitely here," he said looking around. "And they still could be," he said walking around. "I'm still securing the building," Brass said stepping in front of me. "So stay behind me at all times."

They walked through the huge building- there had to be at least 50 doors to several separate rooms. Grissom got irritated each time they would go inside a room, only to find a life-sized dummy- sometimes it had a knife stuck in it; sometimes it had a bullet through it.

The man was taunting them, yet again. They kept walking through the building, and did for at least two hours. Then, finally, they reached a door, with what sounded like voices coming from the inside of the room. Brass kicked down the door and ran inside. Grissom ran in front of him, despite the man's orders.

"DAMMIT!" he yelled. Inside was a large screen; the kidnapper was talking.

"Mr. Grissom…so you've finally come to the warehouse? Well, I'll tell you something- you're not any closer to finding her than you were 22 hours ago! 10 more hours…tsk, tsk, tsk…" he said sighing. "You know, if you really cared about this woman you'd think you'd of found her by now, hmm?" he smiled a little. "Well, I'll just let you know that I'm still debating on how I'm going to end her life. Hurry up, Mr. Grissom! The tension is eating me up!"

And the screen went black. That was it. Grissom was so sure that this was where he was keeping her. And now, they had only 10 more hours before that sick maniac killed her. Grissom walked out of the warehouse, feeling utterly defeated and worthless.

Grissom drove back to the lab. He ran inside angrily. "Alright! Catherine- I want you to search the computers for any information on a man named Hugh James!" he said walking through the halls. "But I thought our guy's name was-" "Screw the other name!" Grissom yelled across the lab. "Warrick, Nick- I want you to search her apartment again- we might've missed something," he said walking into his office.

Grissom shuffled through his papers- nine hours to go and they still had nothing. This guy was impatient, and he was anxious for the killing to begin. Grissom sighed as he walked out of his office.

"Grissom!" Catherine came running down the halls. "There's an old house out near Henderson- they were supposed to tear it down three years ago, but they never did," she said handing him a paper she had printed. "People have been saying they saw a car drive up and two people got out. One appeared to be male, and he was carrying someone in his arms."

Grissom's heart sank. That was it. It had to be.

"Call Brass, now! Tell him to get all the available police units out there, now!" Grissom said running out and getting into his car. He called Nick and Warrick. "Nick, go back to the lab with Warrick. I think we've found her," he said and hung up his phone, driving off.