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Chapter: 2 Las Vegas, Nevada

A shrill ringing of a cell phone made Crime Scene Investigator, Sara Sidle, open her eyes. She stretched, and looked at the alarm clock next to her bed. It was 3:00 in the mourning. She groaned loudly, willing it to stop. Sara had just fallen asleep four hours earlier after a particularly tuff case for the Las Vegas' Crime Lab's nightshift that had her pull a double.

When the phone kept ringing, she cursed the force that controlled the universe then forcefully pulled herself out of the bed and reached for her cell phone.

"Sidle." She grunted as soon as she flipped the phone open.

"Sara, you awake?" She heard her supervisor's voice, Gil Grissom, ask. Sara rolled her eyes, then realized that there was no way he could see it, so she snapped back,

"I don't think I'm still asleep." She finally stood up, and walked across her small, one roomed apartment to the kitchen section and got herself a cup of water.

"I'm sorry for waking you up, but when I said I'd call you if I needed you-" Sara rolled her eyes again, away was the Grissom that cared about her sleep, back was the boss, "I have a kidnapping that I really need you to get on."

Sara rummaged through her medicine cabinet and pulled out two Advil's, hoping that they would kill the oncoming pain that she was feeling in her head.

"Sure, just give me 30 minutes and I'll be there."

"Thanks Sara, I'll see you when you get here." Then the line went dead.

Under her breath Sara mumbled, "And goodbye to you too."

After downing the two pills she quickly showered, dressed, and blew dry her brown hair. After looking in the mirror and seeing two heavily dark rings under her eyes, her still damp hair curling, and the redness in her brown eyes, she quit trying to make herself presentable.

Sara drove back to the apartment buildings that she lived in, the initial shock of someone getting kidnapped in the same development that she lived in wearing off. She remembers the look on Catherine's face as she watched Sara stare at the address on the small assignment paper. Catherine had asked if she knew the person who lived there, Sara answered saying that she lived about eight doors down from the apartment in question.

Grissom had asked if she would want to switch assignments in case if she knew who was kidnapped, Sara refused, while working nights, she didn't really meet anyone that she lived by.

Sara stepped out of her car, grabbing her kit, as she made her way to the door. After showing her nametag to the young police man that stood at the entrance of the apartment she entered to find Jim Brass, homicide detective, standing in the torn apart room.

"Sara, you look like shit." Sara gave an involuntary smile; of coarse Brass would just saw what was on his mind, without a second thought.

"Thanks Brass, you look pretty sharp yourself." She said as she started looking around the room.

"Thanks, the room belongs to a," He paused as he looked down at the small notepad that he held in his palm, "Rachel Louis. She's a twenty-three year old and worked as a blackjack dealer at The Palms. Her best friend called it in, saying that she hadn't shown up at work, wouldn't answer the door, and she eventually used her own key and found the place like this."

"Any ransom note?" Sara asked, as she set her kit down and opened it to put on latex gloves, then moved around the room with her camera, taking pictures of everything she saw that was out of place.

"No, nothing of that sort."

Sara pulled the camera from her face, looking over the apartment, "How do we know that she was kidnapped? She could have just left."

"Leave the place like this?" Brass said, implying that Sara was out of her mind.

"Yeah, I see your point. Did you talk to the friend about the victims boyfriends, friends, and enemies"

"She's not a victim!" A young voice called from outside the door. Sara looked up to see a young girl, maybe twenty-two, with wild red hair curled around her face.

Sara looked to Brass, who nudged to the girl saying, "The friend." Sara nodded, then turned her attention back to the girl.

"Look lady, she's been kidnapped, she wasn't killed or anything. Why aren't you guys out there looking for her? Why are you just standing there! She needs help!" The green eyed girl cried.

Brass started to the door, saying to Sara, "I'll go talk with her now."

Sara sighed and got back to her work drowsily, she was very tired, but she was also working a case where the victim may still be alive. She went back to her task with a new determination. She was going to find Rachel Louis before she would suffer the fate of the young boy that Sara had been assigned to's case.

(A/N: I know It's a short chapter, but the next will be better! Please leave me a review and I'll be sure to put the next chapter up soon!)