Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. Not feeling creative at the moment. DARN! Owning CSI would totally change that. Anyways…
…Her name is Samantha Stein, she's 11 years old. She's Caucasian and has brown eyes and blonde hair. She was last seen getting into a dark blue SUV in front of her school. She was wearing her school uniform, a green dress over a white blouse. If you see her call your local police…
A TV crackled in the break room, catching the attention of the occupants. A picture of Samantha Stein flashed up on screen. The picture was cropped but obviously in the background was some sort of family gathering captured by the photo of the little girl laughing and holding a pink flower to her nose. Catherine scoffed at the TV and muttered something about how 'parents need to keep an eye on their kids' and went to pour herself a cup of coffee. Sara and Warrick were the only others in the room. The girl's parents flashed onscreen and pleaded for their daughter's safe return. The mother broke down crying and leaned into her husband's arms. The CSI's were riveted to the television, the peril of the anguished parents penetrating their souls, encouraging them to help. Instantly, Nick came in looking at a sheet of paper. Without looking up, he said;
"Warrick and Catherine… you and me are on this case," he said, pointing to the TV with the assignment slip. The three left Sara in the break room to watch the rest of the report. Not two minutes after, another Amber Alert flared onto the TV.
"This is the second missing girl in twenty minutes, her name is Rosalyn Fielding, she's thirteen years old, Caucasian, brown hair and eyes. Last seen after school getting on the bus to downtown wearing jeans, runners, a white t shirt under a pink sweatshirt and a navy blue backpack…"
Sara perked up to this news. Was it a coincidence? Two Caucasian girls around the same age, just vanish within twenty minutes of each other? Coincidences were just a lazy excuse for similarities among differences. She stood up and rushed to find Grissom. In the hallway, she almost collided with Greg.
"Hey, Sara… we have the second missing girl. She only went missing an hour ago… we should get cracking," he said. Sara was preoccupied.
"I'm all for getting the girl home safe Greg, but… if they've been taken by the same person, we need to find that person… and she got onto a bus didn't she? How do we know where she ended up?" Sara said, just wondering aloud and not making much logical sense at all. Greg suggested again that maybe they should just get on it, and they left.
Grissom was in the layout room, with a map. He'd circled the two places the girls were last seen. They were within ten kilometers of each other. And the girls disappeared within twenty minutes of each other. Meaning, he thought, that the kidnapper could have just gone from one place to another. And there were only two main roads that directly linked the two places. He went to get the traffic tapes.
Sara's phone rang. She was in the car with Greg on her way to… she wasn't sure. She was kind of lost in how they'd find the girl. She picked up her phone. She didn't say hello or goodbye, or anything. When she hung up, she turned to Greg.
"Turn around, Greg," Sara whispered. He looked confused.
"What? Why… who was that?" He asked.
"Another girl disappeared. She was reported missing fifteen minutes ago. We need to find whoever is doing this. Protect more kids before they disappear too," Sara said, tonelessly. Greg nodded and made a U-turn to head back to the lab.