Title: Come Together

Summary of ch. 2: Sara and Grissom wake up. The crew begins to wonder about their friends.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. Bummer.

A/N: Anything that is bolded, belongs to the bad people.

Slowly, he pulled up the gravel drive, the old gate giving way under the pressure form the SUV. Turning to the lady sitting next to him, he smiled. "Only a few more hours before we can make the calls," he said sadistically. He pulled up next to his newly constructed shed in the Nevada foothills. Grabbing the wooden crate holding the two bodies, they unceremoniously dropped the box and pried it open with a crow bar. The two unconscious bodies slipped out as they locked the steel reinforced door with a thick chain and lock.

Sara was the first to wake up. She had a killer headache and was in desperate need of two aspirin. She glanced around at…well…nothing. The steel walls were bare, the floor was bare and steel; there wasn't even any furniture, let alone a bathroom! The only thing that occupied that room was about a week's supply of food and a lantern. "Where in the world am I?" Sara thought. "And, why is Grissom with me?" She began to fumble around in her pockets for her cell phone. It wasn't there. Her pockets were empty except for her wallet. Opening that, she found that she had been stripped of all her cash and credit cards. Only her driver's license remained, along with a type-written note:

I left your drivers license so the CSI's can identify your body. Cheers.

Grissom stirred and blinked his eyes. "Sar? What's going on?" he asked trying to focus on the woman sitting beside him. "Where are we?"

"I don't know, but look what I found in my wallet!" she moaned. Her head was beginning to throb. Grissom grabbed the note and read it over; once, twice, three times before he computed it. He looked around the room. Sliding his hand into his pocket, he found his wallet. Just like Sara, cash and credit cards were gone and a note was present.

Hope you have fun. You can call this a much needed vacation. You have both worked yourselves to death. Ha ha. Cheers.

"What creeps!" Sara exclaimed. "Who on earth would pull such a sick trick? 'worked yourselves to death'…the nerve!"

"What really bothers me is that they know about our lack of vacations and the fact that we have a tendency to overwork sometimes," Grissom muttered. "Only someone who has been watching us for a while would know this."

He punched in the numbers. The phone rang once…twice…

Doctor Al Robbins picked up the phone in the morgue. Probably Catherine calling about her John Doe. "Hello?" he answered. He listened for a while. "Uh huh… Yeah. Gil, I can't hear you, your breaking up." Al hung up as the line disconnected. He punched in Catherine's cell number. "Catherine? Yeah, Robbins. Gil just called, said he won't be coming in today." He listened while Catherine rambled something about why hadn't Grissom called her instead of the coroner. "Listen Cath, I don't know why he called me. I would have asked him, but the line disconnected," he replied. "I have to go now. Oh! And when you come for your DB, be sure to bring the pink file folder from Grissom's desk. Bye." And with that, he hung up.

She picked up the captive's cell phone and dialed. It was her turn to put her acting to the test…

Catherine Willows sighed. It was hard enough to be working on the biggest case of the year, without having the added fact of a missing supervisor. Her caller ID read 'S. Sidle'. "Willows," Cath said. "Sara? Where are you?" She stuffed her finger in her ear. The reception was really bad. "What? I can't hear you! You're not coming in? Sar," she shouted into the phone. The line had gone dead. She sighed again. Just another bad thing to add to her crap list.

Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown were playing video games in the break room. Greg Sanders was over by the coffee pot making his "special brew". Catherine walked in and called everyone around in a circle. As the boys gathered around, she gave them a little pep talk. She explained how they needed to focus on the case at hand today and especially so, she added, because Grissom and Sara were gone. "Gone?" Nick questioned spectically. "Now what are the chances of two workaholics gone on the same day during the case of the year?" Warrick laughed.

"Twenty bucks says they had a date last night and are to hung over to work," he said. They all laughed.

Phase two had worked! The two CSI's were now accounted for at work… Now on to phase three…