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The reunion of the four CSIs was cut short when the looming figure of Agent Tennison spoke up.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your little reunion but I'm going to need to debrief Mr. Brown."

Catherine looked from Tennison to Warrick, then back to Tennison.

"Agent Tennison I understand that you need Warrick's version of events, but shouldn't you be working on locating Nick and Grissom?"

The agent smiled and said, "I can assure you Ms. Willows that we are doing all that we can in locating Mr. Stokes and Mr. Grissom."

"Don't blow smoke up our ass Agent Tennison!" Brass barked. "Did your guys lose the chopper or what?"

Tennison's silence was all the answer they needed. "What…you lost the chopper…how the hell did that happen!" the voice said from behind the group.

The four CSIs turned around to see a very irate Conrad Ecklie standing there.

Conrad Ecklie was the new director of the Crime Lab and wasn't really anyone's favorite person. He was a good CSI, but a kiss up and that's how he got his director job. Ecklie didn't care too much about Grissom on a personal level, but Grissom and Stokes were two of the best CSIs he knew.

Ecklie looked to Tennison for an answer.

"I'm sorry and who are you?" Tennison asked.

"I'm Conrad Ecklie, director of the Crime Lab. Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes work for me."

"I'm Agent Tennison from the FBI, Mr. Ecklie." Tennison reached out to shake Ecklie's hand.

Ecklie always being the politician took his hand, "O.K. Agent Tennison can you please answer the question. Did you or did you not lose the chopper?"

"It appears that they were expecting us to follow them from the air and they were prepared. They had decoys ready and waiting. So yes we lost them."

The news couldn't have been any worse. Each CSI looked down to the ground trying to keep their emotions in check.

"Well when you sent Nick in didn't you put something on him, like a tracker?" Catherine asked.

Warrick answered for Tennison, "Yes he did Catherine, but Reed ratted him out. He had gun strapped to his leg and a tracking device in his belt buckle. Reed removed both and boy did Nick answer to that."

"So, what's next?" Ecklie looked to Tennison for answers.

"Well there are a few places that we could look, but we would need probable cause to search these places and right now nothing is jumping out at us…if only he still had his tracking device on him. Then we wouldn't have a problem.

The group stood there contemplating their options. Weighing everything they knew about the Mitchell's and what they could be capable of.

Greg's eyes lit up, "Hey Warrick do you remember if Nick was wearing his watch?"

Warrick glanced at Greg, "Greg what does that have to do…" Warrick's eyes lit up as well. "The GPS device in his watch…Yes he was wearing it."

"What GPS device are you guys talking about." The puzzled agent asked.

Warrick nodded to Greg to continue since he was the one that thought of it in the first place.

"About a month ago after Nick's last abduction we all chipped in a got him a watch with a GPS tracking device. It was kind of a joke since Nick always manages to get himself into trouble. Warrick said that he was wearing it today in the courtroom and the only people who know it's a GPS tracking device are standing right here…oh and Grissom. So I would imagine that it's still working. Maybe you can locate him that way."

"We'll give it a shot." The agent wondered off to follow up on Greg's suggestion.

Catherine turned to Ecklie, "I'm glad that you could finally make it."

"Yea, well I'm sorry I would have been here sooner, but I was at a conference in Reno." Ecklie finally took a quick look at Warrick. "Warrick, how are you holding up?"

"Better than Grissom and Nick at this point."

"Have you been looked over by the paramedics? I was updated on my ride here. I understand that you lost consciousness."

"Yea I was only out for a few minutes. I refused treatment." Warrick said quickly.

Both Ecklie and Catherine looked at each other in surprise. It was policy that when someone gets injured that they go to the hospital to get checked.

"I'm sorry Warrick, but that's unacceptable. You need to get yourself to the hospital and checked out."

"I will Ecklie, but not until we find Nick and Grissom."

"Warrick…"

"Look man…I can't help but feel that I let them down somehow…" Warrick sighed.

"Warrick, how could you think like that? You did everything you could. Nick and Grissom know that." Catherine said trying to convince him that he shouldn't feel that way.

"Yea and if I know Nick and Grissom, both of them are feeling guilty because the other one couldn't get out." Sara added in.

The other CSIs and Brass agreed with Sara's comment.

Grissom walked Nick over to the bunks and had him sit down. He was worried about Nick and his injuries.

"I'm fine Grissom," he said as he started to get nauseated. "…I think I'm going to be sick."

Grissom helped him up and over to the toilet that was in the cell with them. Nick emptied out his stomach contents into the toilet then stood up with Grissom's help. When he did, the room started to spin. He swayed back and forth. Grissom grabbed Nick's right arm to help steady him. Nick howled out in pain. Grissom quickly let go.

"Well I would say that you definitely have a concussion Nick. How serious of one? I'm not sure. Let's get you back over to the bunk, I want to take a look at that wrist, I think it may be broken."

Nick allowed himself to be led to the bottom bunk where Grissom helped sit him down. Grissom took Nick's right arm and examined the wrist it was definitely broken.

Grissom quickly took off his suit coat that he had been wearing and made it into a homemade sling. There was nothing in the cell that he could use to splint Nick's wrist. So the suit coat was it. Grissom hated to wear suits. They weren't very useful, but in this case he would have to disagree. Nick didn't fight him and accepted the sling gratefully.

"Thanks Grissom…gee you wouldn't happen to have any Tylenol in your pocket would you?" Nick said playfully.

"Sorry Nick fresh out…are you hurt anywhere else other than your head and wrist and don't lie to me? I can tell."

Nick smirked at that last sentence, "No Griss, I'm good just those two things. It could have been a lot worse."

"Your right it could have been. Thank God it wasn't."

After a few minutes of silence Nick finally spoke again.

"I'm really sorry that you got involved in all this. " Nick said with guilt-laced eyes. "…But I have to admit that I'm glad you are here with me."

Grissom smiled at Nick's last comment then got serious. "Nick you risked your life to save both Warrick and me. You didn't have to do that. I could think of a lot of other places I would rather be than here, but I'm glad that you don't have to go through all this alone…and there is no need to apologize, it's not your fault. I think Brent had this planned since his incarceration. He knew that by using us, he could get to you."

"Yea but I don't think his uncle knew about it."

"I agree with you on that one. I was hoping that maybe the uncle would help us, but I'm afraid we are on our own."

"We aren't on our own. Warrick and the other they'll be looking for us." Nick said as he lifted his good arm up to feel the back of his head.

Grissom watched him move his arm to his head. "How's your head doing?"

"Other than feeling like someone is doing a tap dance on it, it's O.K. I have had worse believe me."

Nick brought his arm back down and that's when Grissom noticed the light reflect off Nick's watch.

"Nick is that the watch that we got for you a month ago?"

Nick looked at his watch then at Grissom and smiled, "I guess we are not as SOL as we thought."

"I only hope that the others realize you are wearing that watch since Reed removed the other tracking device."

Brent followed his uncle into his office. He knew he was going to get an earful.

Maxwell Singer sat behind his desk and motioned his nephew to take a seat. As he looked at his nephew he was reminded of his brother. Though he raised both of his nephews to follow in his footsteps, it was hard not to be reminded of the past. But to him the past was in the past.

"Now Brent would you care to explain yourself."

"Yes sir. The reason we brought Mr. Grissom and Stokes back with us was for protection. During our siege of the courthouse the police and FBI had snipers positioned to cover the rooftops. If we hadn't brought them with us as cover we would have been shot as soon as we hit the roof."

Brent stopped for only a moment to calm himself. He didn't know why, but his uncle had always made him nervous. He wasn't normally a nervous man. He could always be counted on in a dangerous situation to keep his head, but Uncle Max had always made him feel like a nervous child.

"Go on." His uncle said.

"Well sir…I also wanted to have a little fun with them. It was their faults that I was arrested and put behind bars for over a month and I want some atonement."

"I understand. Brent. I can't say that I'm not disappointed with your actions. You made something that was only business into something personal. You know that's not how we work. I will let you off the hook since you have been locked up for over a month and deserve to have a little fun…but know this if: you ever do anything like this again, family or not, you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?" Singer's steel gaze looked straight into Brent's eyes.

"Yes sir. Thank you sir."

"O.K. then. I think you have some guests waiting for you." Singer said as he motioned his nephew to leave.

"That I do Uncle Max." Brent got up and walked to the door and mumbled to himself. "…That I do."

There you have it chapter 22. I really hope I finish this story before I go on vacation. Please review. Thanks!