Author's Note: The reviews are great! LOL Rojaji, yes, kidnapped until he shaves! I think we do need to petition TPTB stwbryCSI , maybe they'll make him get rid of it!

Now back to the story…

"Window was broken from the outside," stated Catherine, snapping a picture.

She swabbed the blood on the edge of the broken glass, hoping that whoever had done the breaking had also cut themselves.

Warrick was on the passenger side, taking photos of the items on the seat.

"We've got her purse, wallet, cell phone and jacket. This wasn't a robbery or car jacking for sure," he shook his head, "I sure hope Griss is wrong about Gordon having an accomplice."

"Me too. If not, we might have a copy cat on our hands. Was Brass checking out any body else that might have a grudge against Nick or Clara?"

"Them, Cassie, the McBride's, anyone. Sara was supposed to be starting that background."

"What about Kelly Gordon?"

"Still in prison. Gonna walk in a few weeks though. Do you think we should talk to her?"

"Why? She wasn't talking last time. What makes you think she'll help us now?"

Catherine reached through the broken window to open the driver's door but stopped,

"'Rick, did you see this?"

"See what?"

"The door's unlocked. Don't you think Clara would have locked it if someone was attacking her?" She took a picture of the door.

"You're right. But then again, what is her car doing down this alley?"

"I don't know. Maybe whoever did this stashed the car here, forgot to lock the door. So there's another site out there where everything began."

Warrick moved to look in the backseat,

"There's grocery bags in the back. I'll have PD grab any security footage from this store, then get Greg to run traffic cameras from there."

"I'm going to print the steering wheel, maybe we'll get something off of it."

"Don't forget to lift fibres from the seat."

She nodded as Warrick pulled out his cell to call the lab.

Nick sat in the break room, a hot cup of coffee in front of him, but untouched. Brass sat across from him, looking down at the sheet of paper with his notes on it.

"Thanks for your help Nicky. I'll follow up on this info."

"I just want her found."

Grissom appeared in the doorway, and Brass got up to leave.

"How are you holding up?" he asked Nick.

"How do you think?"
"Cassie's downstairs."
"Does she know yet?"
"No."

"I want to see her."

Greg stood in the grocery store where the team thought Clara had last been. He was scanning the video surveillance tape from earlier that night when his phone rang.

"Tell me you've got something Greggo," Warrick asked.

"I've got Clara in the store and the parking lot."

"Around what time?"

"Approximately half an hour before PD found her car."

"Perfect. So we know it didn't happen long after she finished shopping. Got a direction she was heading in?"

"South."

"What about traffic cameras?"

"Still waiting on them."

"Call me when you've got them."

Sara sat alone, piles of folders spread out on the table. She was shuffling through papers, highlighting any names or information that jumped out at her, but so far they were all long shots. There was a knock at the door and Grissom appeared.

"Found anything?" he asked, a worried look on his face.

"Not really. The obvious ones are in prison still, like Nick's stalker, the teens who killed the McBride family, as well as his prior case suspects. No one really seems to have a grudge against Clara or Nick. This is going no where Grissom."

"What about Gordon? Anything on him? Friends? Accomplices?"

"He was old Griss, a lot of what's here is out of date. Besides Nick's kidnapping, the guy was clean."

"Keep digging. Go through Kelly Gordon's file again."

She nodded, "How is Nicky doing?"

Grissom sighed, "I don't think he's doing well. He's with Cassie right now, but he wants to be involved in finding Clara."

"He can't. He's too directly related to the case. Besides, I don't think that would help him anymore."

"You don't think I've thought of that?"

Sara shook her head, and Grissom thought he saw tears form in her eyes. She angrily swiped at them, "Why is this happening again? I thought it was over…It's not fair to Nick…"

He went over to her then, and gently took her hand,

"Sara, look at me."

She raised her eyes slowly to his, hers still glazed with tears.

"All we can do now is follow the evidence, and we're going to do our best to find her. That's what we have to do for Nick. It's not fair, but we'll get whoever did this and show him what fair is. We have to be strong for Nicky right now."

She nodded slowly. He watched her take a deep breath and squeezed her hand a little. The moment was broken as his pager went off. It was a 911 from the AV lab.

"It's Archie. I've got to go," he said, turning to leave the room.

She watched him go, heaving a heavy sigh as he did.

"What have you got for me Mia?" Catherine asked, walking into the DNA lab.

"Not much sadly. The blood on the broken glass was Clara's."

"What about the hair from the seat?"

"Clara's."

"Damn it! We keep hitting dead ends. There were no prints that weren't hers, and Hodges got nothing from the fibres either. Next thing you know this guy will be planting evidence too," she exclaimed, very frustrated.

"This guy has to slip up at some point Cath, you know most of them do."

"I really hope so."

"We all do."

Warrick paced through the lab when Greg came running up behind him.

"'Rick, I've got something!"

The senior CSI spun around, his face eager with anticipation.

"Traffic cameras followed her car and it went off camera about four blocks from where PD found the car. I can also tell you that it's four blocks going west."

"You're awesome Greggo! I'll get this to Grissom then get out there."

"What's awesome?" Catherine questioned, appearing beside the guys.

"Sanders narrowed our search area for the primary scene," Warrick smiled.

"Finally we've got a break!" she breathed, "Way to go Greg."

The former lab rat basked in his glory, grinning from ear to ear.

"What have you got Archie?" Grissom asked, arriving in the AV lab.

"Come see this," he said, barley taking his eyes off the screen, motioning for Grissom to look.

Flashing across the computer were the instructions: Five million in eight hours or she dies. Drop instructions to follow. The screen then changed to show a live feed from a room, where they could see Clara tied to a chair, unconscious. But the most disturbing part was the bomb strapped around her, and the digital numbers in front counting down the eight hours that the team now had.

Grissom's eyes grew wide, the realization of how serious the case had now turned hitting him like a ton of bricks.

To be continued…