"STOP THE CAR!" Catherine screamed.

The Denali came to a screeching halt.

"Over there! On the right… It's a Buick. Over there!" she yelled.

Warrick spotted the vehicle and headed to it, full throttle. Upon arriving at the vehicle, they saw the doors wide open. The Denali had barely stopped when Catherine jumped out.

"CATHERINE! –WAIT!" bellowed Warrick.

Catherine was already cocked and locked as she stormed the vehicle. Warrick swiftly got out of the truck to join her. He scanned the distance as he rushed to Catherine's side.

"WHERE IS SHE?" Cath screamed.

There laid a slovenly excuse of a man. His hair almost gone; and what was left was greasy and matted down. A salt and pepper 5 o'clock shadow sprinkled his face. The uni-brow that decorated his forehead matched the fur on his arms and neck… It was longer than the hair on his head. The middle of his beer-induced gut was marked with a black spot surrounded by a darker shade than that of the original garment. The moonless night hid the obviousness of his gun shot wound. Catherine frantically searched the interior of the car by sight and saw one of Lindsey's sneakers inside. She kicked the man on the side of his head.

"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE? WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER, YOU BASTARD!"

The man groaned and moaned. Warrick frantically scoured the horizon. The starless and moonless night provided no relief; it was impossible to see.

"Cath, get the flashlight out of my glove box and look for Lindsey. I'll grill this son-of-a-bitch and call you if he gives up any info. Lindsey got the better of him somehow and took off. There's only blood on the drivers side. She's probably scared shitless and might only come to you. Go find her Cath. GO!" he urged.

Catherine's eyes were dead. She looked up at Warrick's panic stricken face.

"He's not getting away with this," she responded with no emotion.

Warrick knew what Catherine meant. Logic told him it was wrong. But logic wasn't involved in this equation.

"No, he's not getting away with it. Go find Lindsey," Warrick acknowledged and directed her once again.

With that, Catherine took off to the Denali and obtained the flashlight then ran off in search of Lindsey. Warrick could hear Catherine's calls as he grabbed the man by his throat with his left hand and slammed him up against the side of the car. Warrick's gun stayed aimed at the man's head.

"You better give me your side of the story if you want to live. I have no qualms about causing you unimaginable pain right now. You messed up big time. Grabbing little girls is revolting. Grabbing Lindsey is unforgivable. You will pay, just depends on you whether you want to suffer excruciating pain or take what the legal system gives you. NOW TALK!" Warrick yelled as he slammed the man into the car again.

The man clenched his gut and groaned. His skin was losing color. He was obviously losing a lot of blood.

"No- nothing happened," the man finally said breathlessly.

"I… I grabbed her at gunpoint…. Told her not to scream or I'd kill her… and then I'd kill her family…. I kept the gun at her… kept it pointed… all the way out here. –It worked on all the others... But this time, this time… when I brought the gun away from her… to put the car in park –she sprung at me. Actually…"

He coughed brutally.

"–she went right for the gun… went right for it and shocked the hell out of me… I couldn't… couldn't react fast enough. My laces got caught on the pedals. I was stuck in my seat. I also…"

He choked up again.

"–didn't have the best grip on the gun. Not in the position my hand was in..."

He gasped for breath.

"… She turned it down toward my gut and pulled the trigger. I let go when that happened…. This never happened before. Never… She took off with the gun," He finally concluded.

"You didn't touch her at all! You didn't hurt her at all?" Warrick demanded to know as he shook the fiend.

"No. I didn't… didn't get a chance… It all happened so fast… so faaa–"

The man lost consciousness.

"Aw, no you don't! You don't get off that easily," Warrick yelled.

Warrick bitched-slapped the man with his firearm. The man's face was cold and clammy. Warrick let his hold go and the man collapsed to the ground. He kept his aim as he pulled out his cell and dialed 911. He went through a mass of emotions… He believed the man was telling the truth. –They would find Lindsey unhurt. He was so proud of her; she was brave enough to fight. 'God, that girl is so much like her mother,' he thought. He was filled with anxiety; he wanted to see her immediately. He was scared out of his mind because she wasn't there and he couldn't fully trust this criminal.

The fallen man's words haunted him… "It worked with all the others" "This never happened before" 'How many others did this happen to? How come CSI hadn't come across any other cases when this guy admitted to doing this before?' Warrick was going insane with questions. Suddenly the man gasped again. The drop to the ground must've helped with circulation. Warrick quickly decided to lift the guy's feet up in hopes to prolong his death. He had too many questions.

"You awake? Hey. Can you hear me!" Warrick spoke menacingly.

The man began to stir and groaned again.

"Yeh… yes."

"Why Lindsey? How'd you pick Lindsey?"

The man finally reopened his eyes.

"GOD, PLEASE TAKE ME!" the man pleaded in agony.

Warrick came in closer and starting pressing on the gunshot wound with his foot. The man shrieked.

"Answer me then," Warrick spoke dangerously with his 9mm pointed between the predator's eyes.

"I drive around and look for kids bickering with their parents… I make sure I see it a few times…. I pay attention to when the household is most quiet. And then I snatch the kids. It's so easy nowadays. That's all. That's all I do. The police automatically assume the child ran away. I don't know why this was so different. I wasn't supposed to get caught. It's so simple. Usually so simple…" his voice began pained and rapid then trailed off.

Warrick was thoroughly disgusted at the confession. The explanation made complete sense though... Catherine had been having a rough time with Lindsey and it gave this son-of-a-bitch an opportunity. Warrick wanted beat the hell out of the guy but his thoughts focused on Lindsey. He should've gotten this animal's name but decided to call Catherine instead.