Title: Come Together

Disclaimer: Same as everyone else's. I don't own squat!

A/N: This story only has about 2 more chapters! The reason I didn't update sooner was because I was being hung by my toes on Adenara Yatman's cellar ceiling! Blame her! No… I've been busy. Sorry…

Greg saw it first. The trademark glint in the sun that only appears when the sunlight is shining off of a metal. "Nick! Stop!" Greg ordered. Nick slammed on the brakes.

"What?" Nick asked. "We aren't near the cell tower yet." Greg, apparently not listening, got out of the Denali and walked backwards until he saw the shining of the metal again. He motioned for Nick to come near.

"Look," Greg whispered, pointing a finger. "Something's over there!" Both men looked at the glare coming from a small cluster of trees. Nick walked back to the driver's side of the car, pulled out two guns, and handed one to Greg.

"Let's check it out," Nick said. Slowly they walked through the trees, guns drawn and ready. Nick walked out into the clearing.

"Man, it's just a car!" he pouted, looking back at Greg. "What's the big deal about this?" Greg just kept on staring at the car, looking at it from every possible angle.

"Nick, go back to the car and grab our kits!" He exclaimed.

"Wait a sec. I'm the level 3, remember? You go grab them if you want them so badly."

"Yeah?" Greg shot back, "Well, I just found Sar's Denali!"

Catherine sat in the lab, idly waiting for Nick and Greg to call in. Warrick was two doors down, head on the layout table, catching some sleep. Catherine's cell phone began to ring. Picking it up in the middle of the second ring, she gave her usual answer: "Willows."

"Catherine! We found-" (There was some shouting on the other end) "Greg found Sara's Denali," Nick told her. "There is no sign of Grissom or Sara around yet. Send Warrick down to help us, okay?"

"Okay…uh, where the hell are you?" Catherine replied.

"Just use the GPS unit on my cell phone." And with that, he hung up.

Greg looked up from the tire tracks to the more experienced CSI. "So," he began tentatively, "Do we snap some photos or just keep looking?"

"Snap a few." the Texan replied curtly. Right now, Nick didn't want to be professional. He wanted to tear apart the world looking for Sara and Grissom. Sara had always been like a sister to him, and Grissom… well, Grissom was Grissom. The father, mentor, and sometimes even a friend. Nick sighed. How could this have happened?

Still showing signs of fatigue, Warrick glanced down at the navigational system on the dashboard. He had been driving for the better part of two hours, only stopping twice: once to pick up Brass and once to use the restroom. Off in the distance, he could make out a group of trees and a man, presumably Greg, standing and waving. Poking the snoring captain in the side, he pointed Greg out. "Almost there," he said, reciving a tired grunt from Brass.

"I said wake me when we are there, not almost there!" Jim replied grumpily.

Warrick opened the door and was lead to the scene by Greg. Nick's head appeared from the trunk of the car.

"We've got a hair here guys!" he yelled excitedly, his Texas accent becoming more pronounced. "It looks like Sara's!" The rest of the group ran over to where Nick stood, holding the hair with a pair of tweezers. They stood silently, almost reverently, gazing upon the hair as though expecting it to reveal the exact location of its owner.

"What's that?" Greg suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"What's what?" Warrick demanded.

"That…noise," Greg murmured, looking under the seats. "It sounds like static!" He began to search more frantically. Reaching under the rear passenger side seat, his fingers grazed a small object. He shone his Maglite under the seat. His eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped.

"You are not going to believe this!"

Several minutes had passed. Greg, Nick, Warrick, and Brass were sitting on the ground around Greg's newest discovery: a walkie-talkie. There was only one in sight (the car had been thoroughly searched by all four men) and they had no idea of where the other one could be.

"Well..." Brass began. All eyes turned to him. The captain tugged at his collar and pressed on. "We don't know where the other walkie-talkie is, or who has it, but maybe we could try to use it and just see what happens?" he suggested.

"That's crazy!" Nick blurted out.

"But," Warrick continued, "it just might work!"

He stopped the car in the distance. Darn those CSI's. They had found the female's car. It was only a matter of time before they found the hostages. It also didn't help that his son had found out their plan. Well, no matter. His son was locked away safely in the closet and his wife was cooking supper. Time to put the old saying to use: "Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead."

A/N: Thanks for being patient with me! 2738 hits! Wow! Now… hit the little purple button…ya know what to do! –gilgrissom007-