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Sara looked up at the man standing in the doorframe. Catherine couldn't see him since she was faced in the other direction.

"Having fun, ladies?" the man asked walking further into the room and watching them both closely. He circled around them a few times, allowing Catherine to catch a glimpse of him. Sara and Catherine didn't say anything- the guy was about 6'1" and looked to be about 200 pounds if not a little more.

"I have a question," Sara said. The man kneeled down beside her.

"Yes, beautiful?"

"Who robs a bar?" she asked, her tone challenging him.

He grinned from underneath the ski mask. "We do."

He stood up and held their ID tags between his fingers.

"So...bonus, we got police officers," he said. Catherine and Sara rolled their eyes- he had their ID tags yet he didn't bother to read where it clearly said 'Las Vegas Crime Lab'.

"I'll leave you two alone for a little while," he said walking out and closing the door behind him.

Catherine cleared her throat. "So..."

"Shall we continue?"

"Sure."

"I knew you liked Warrick," Sara said grinning as they revealed their secrets to each other.

Catherine laughed a little. "You're more observant than I thought."

Sara raised a brow. "Hey...what's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm kidding," Catherine said with a smile.

"I'm getting tired," Sara yawned.

"Isn't this funny? We're being held hostage in a robbery with potentially dangerous criminals and we're talking about who we think is hot in the lab and how we're tired?" Catherine laughed.

Sara giggled. "Yeah, this is awkward, isn't it?"

"Yes, very...I just wanted to take you out for a drink to have some fun...jeez."

Sara smiled. "We can get a drink another time...just not at this bar," she laughed.

Catherine laughed as well before they slowly drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later, Catherine woke up stretching the muscles she could. She nudged Sara.

"Sara?"

No answer.

"Sara!"

She heard a groan.

"Leave me alone..."

"Sara!"

"I wanna sleep!"

Catherine laughed. "That's a first coming from your mouth."

Sara's head quickly bolted up and she blinked trying to get the sleep out of her eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You sleep well?"

Sara laughed. "Strangely yes."

Catherine looked around. "Well, that guy hasn't returned yet."

"That we know of."

Catherine considered her statement- had they come in and watched them sleep? That was kind of creepy.

"So...tell me a little more about yourself," Catherine said. Sara was taken aback by the question. She was about to speak when the doors on either side of the room burst open.

Catherine came face-to-face with a man holding the ski mask in his hands. He had shiny green eyes and slick black hair with looked like it desperately needed to be washed.

Sara looked ahead of her to see a man with long blonde hair and a black mustache over his upper lip. His eyes were an icy blue and when he smiled his suprisingly straight white teeth were revealed.

"How are you two doing?" asked the blonde-haired man.

Sara shrugged. "As good as we could be in this situation."

Catherine held back the urge to laugh. They totally forgot that their lives were in these two men's hands.

The black-haired man walked around them, pacing. It was getting annoying. The man finally stopped and stared at Catherine.

"Can I help you?" Catherine asked.

"Oh, could you," he said with a grin. The blonde-haired man smacked him upside the head.

"Shut up, man!" said the blonde-haired man.

"Don't hit me, Chase!" he yelled rubbing the back of his head. So the blonde-haired man's name was Chase, huh?

"Shut up, Roy!" exclaimed Chase hitting him again.

Catherine and Sara listened to their antics in amusement- they sounded like two little boys screaming at each other.

"DAMN!" yelled Roy. "Man, the cops are here!"

Chase's expression was calm and collected. "Alright, let's get them out of here," he said.

Catherine and Sara each rose a brow in curiosity as to what this meant. Chase moved around to Sara and Roy moved in front of Catherine. They cut the tape around their arms and legs before throwing them over their shoulders. Catherine and Sara were both putting up a fight- they were getting tired of these two obviously 'newbie' thugs.

As much as they struggled, the men had a firm grip on them. They were lead outside where they were bound to each other and thrown in a trunk. They listened as the two men got inside the car, fighting over who drove and the car started moving.

"Agh! Dammit!" Sara said.

"I'm sorry!" Catherine said.

"It's okay...OW!"

"Ah, damn...was that you're foot?"

"Yes..."

"I'm sorry!"

"It's okay."

"So..."

They both tried to make themselves more comfortable in the tight space. Sara's elbow was digging into Catherine's side and Catherine's arm was covering Sara's face.

"Wmmffhat?" Sara tried her best to talk as Catherine's arm pushed further across her mouth.

"Sorry..." she said again.

"Mmmffk," was all she heard before Sara moved and her elbow was no longer digging into Catherine's side and she could now talk normally. "It's okay."

"Damn...this hurts," Catherine said wincing.

"I know..." Sara said. "But we'll get out of here somehow."

The stubborn duct tape around their abdomens and arms wasn't letting up. Each time they moved they would hurt the other.

"I'd love to get this close to Warrick," Catherine grinned.

Sara raised a brow. "Nice change of subject."

Catherine grinned. "You know that case we had a while back with the bodies found in the sewer?" Catherine asked.

Sara nodded. "Yeah."

"I was trying to go up this concrete hill and I slipped. Warrick caught me and we almost kissed."

Sara smiled. "Way to go."

"I know...but then these construction workers found us...it lead us to the rest of the body, but..."

"I know, you were disappointed," Sara said laughing.

Catherine smiled. "So...how close have you gotten to Gris?"

Sara blushed a little. "I...uh...how-?"

"Come on, anyone can see you and him have a thing!" Catherine said nudging her with her elbow. Sara laughed.

"I don't think Gris feels the same way."

"ARE YOU KIDDING?" Catherine exclaimed. "Have you seen the way he looks at you? Have you?"

Sara shrugged. "He said he couldn't risk his job for me."

Catherine's eyes widened and she gasped. "He actually said that?"

"The Debbie Marlin case...he was talking to Dr. Lurie and he gave him this speech...told him how it was sad that they were both middle-aged men who hadn't had a relationship...and he said he could never risk his job for a relationship."

Catherine sighed. "Sara..."

"It's okay," Sara said. This was the last line before a long silence overtook them both. In the background, they heard the radio from the car they were stuck in playing a slow country song. Then they heard Roy say, "What is this crap?"

They both had to laugh at this before they listened again.

"Quit whining. Alright, we have a shed around here..." they heard Chase as he engaged the turn signal- he was a felon and he used a turn signal...huh.

"Left! Go left!" they heard Roy.

"No, you idiot, it's right! I know better!" Chase yelled. "Remember? Cherryhill Road!"

Crap- Cherryhill Road had to be the bumpiest road in Vegas. Catherine and Sara gulped as they turned onto the road.

"AGH! DAMN!" Catherine exclaimed as her side was smashed into a blunt object in the trunk.

"Are you o-GOD!" Sara hit her head against the cover of the trunk.

The rest of the ride was pretty much like that- they cursed each time they hit a bump in the road and winced as something was dug into their sides or they bumped their heads.

TBC

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