Title: Come Together: Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. Bummer. I only own this brand new computer!

Side Note: All things bolded are evil person thoughts/actions. All italicized text is thought, and I underline things for emphasis.

Grissom picked through the food. Most of it was beef jerky. There was also water and a little dried fruit. Sara was sitting next to him. He picked up a piece of jerky and held it out to her. "Want some?" She just stared.

"I'm a vegetarian, remember?" she stated plainly. "I'll just have the fruit." As she reached out for the dried apricots, Grissom grabbed her wrist. She pulled back. "What?" she angrily demanded. "Do you want me to starve?" A look of hurt appeared upon his face, replaced quickly by his usual emotionless mask.

"No, I just think that you should eat some of the meat. It has sodium and a lot of protein," he told her giving her a strip. "We don't know how long we are going to be here, and besides that, too much fruit will give you diarrhea." She glared at him and bit into the strip. She began to chew and chew. The stuff was like leather.

"I can't believe I am eating this!" She thought as she looked at the hunk of beef in her hands. She thought about the cow it had once been and all the diseases it could have had. "I'm gonna get sick!" She threw up.

He chuckled. He knew the girl was a vegetarian. Hopefully she would be as stubborn as usual and would not eat. Death by starvation was slow and painful, just how he liked it.
"Sara here. I can't get to the phone, please leave a message after the tone." Catherine hung up and sighed. It was the beginning of another shift. Last night was awful. It had poured and washed away evidence from a scene on the Strip. Sara and Grissom were both missing. She had Warrick call their cell phones and there was a bet going around about whether Gris and Sara had eloped or not.

Catherine walked down to the locker room. She found Nick sitting on the bench pulling on his shirt. She sat down next to him. Nick looked up and saw the worried look on her face. "They're still not here?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "I don't know what to do. Should I just keep calling them or.."

Catherine let her voice trail off. Nick furrowed his brow, thinking hard. He asked, "Did you try them on their cell phones?"

"Yeah."

"Well, are they on?"

"Yeah."

"Why don't you use the GPS on their cell's to track 'em?" He asked, sounding like that was the most obvious answer ever. Catherine jumped up.

"Nice one, Nicky," she said running out the door.

"Nicky, Texas Ranger, saves the day once again," he thought, strutting down the hallway.

Warrick was in the computer lab. He needed more information on a new online cult. Clicking around, he became so absorbed in finding info he didn't see Catherine Willows walk toward him. In fact, Warrick didn't see her until she was right up next to him. He jumped. "Whoa, Cath, you could kill someone by doin' that!" he exclaimed while grabbing his chest.

"I need you to do something," she said in her no-nonsense tone of voice.

"Glad to see you too," Warrick replied sarcastically. He received the Catherine Willows "shut-it-or-you're-dead" glare. "OK, what?" he asked, getting down to business.

"I need you to find Grissom and Sara using the GPS on their cell phones," she told him. "They still haven't some into work and they haven't called in yet. I've never know either of them to miss a day, let alone unexplained for!" With a couple of clicks, Warrick was on the cell provider's GPS site. He typed in Sara's number.

"GPS places her… here?" Warrick said uncertainly, raising his eyebrows. He typed in Gris's number. "Same for Grissom." Catherine stared at the screen. After a while, she walked to the door.

"SANDERS" she yelled. The spiky headed lab rat stuck his head out into the hall.

"You rang, my love?" He questioned, smile on his face.

"I've got some work for you," Catherine said shoving him down the hall to the front door.

Grissom held Sara's hair as she proceeded to throw-up jerky and donut. He had brought her to a corner which they had dubbed the bathroom, and sat with her while she heaved. The vomit was making gruesome noises against the metal floor. She straightened up, wiping her mouth. "Water," she gasped. Grissom went to the food pile, kitty-corner the bathroom, to get Sara water. "We would just be going in to work now," she mumbled, lying down. Even thought the cold metal floor was uncomfortable, she hadn't slept in many hours.

"How do you know?" Grissom asked.

"The kidnapper left my watch," she said dozing off.

She slammed her hand down on the desk. It cracked. It had rained all of today. This was not in her plan. No worries though. Tomorrow's high was supposed to be in the upper 90's. Man, she couldn't wait for morning. She settled into bed, a smile on her face.
Beep beep! Greg walked to the right. Beep beep! He walked around the corner. Beep beep! "A-ha!" he exclaimed, sticking his hand in the bush. Grissom's cell phone was now found. He had been using the walky-talky on his Nextel to find Gris's phone. He found Sara's phone shortly after. He flipped open her phone. The screen read: 121 missed calls.

"Wow!" Greggo thought. "She has some persistent admirer."

Walking back to the lab, he handed the phones over to Catherine. "Sara has over 100 missed calls, and Grissom's phone was found in the bush," he told her, preparing himself for her praise for quickly finding the phone.

"Did you happen to use gloves while picking these up?" Catherine asked him.

"Uh, no… It's not a crime to leave phones in bushes, ya know," Greg said.

"No…It's not. Sorry Greg," she apologized. "I'm just worried, that's all." She sighed. She would go to Sara's house after shift.