Title: Taken

Chapter: 3

Rating: Pg-13/R (language mostly)

Summary: The search is continuing and Nick isn't handling things well.

Sara blinked and stared at Warrick. His words were ringing loud in her ears. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. She knew if she didn't then she would start yelling and panicking. "Tell me you're joking, Warrick." She asked angrily.

Warrick rolled his eyes at Sara. "Why the fuck would I joke about this?" He asked harsher than he meant. He was letting his anger on Sara. When he saw the results he wanted to be sick. This would just kill Nick.

Sara placed a hand on Warrick's forearm and let out a sigh. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. This is just getting to me." She moved her hand and then massaged her temples with her fingers. "I'll call Brass and tell him what we found. Why don't you call Grissom?" She was almost out of the fingerprint lab when Warrick called out to her.

"What do we tell Nick?" He asked quietly. He knew this news would devastate Nick and he hated seeing him hurt.

Sara took a deep breath and turned around to face Warrick. "The truth. We tell him the truth. He deserves to know, no matter how much it will hurt." She then left the lab.

Nick was sitting in the break room. He had come back to the lab after driving aimlessly around the city. He had coffee brewing and the smell of Blue Hawaiian coffee filled his senses. Greg had left his bag, accidentally, at the lab. Just as he was pouring himself a mug he saw Warrick walk in holding a case folder in his hands.

"Hey Nick, how you holding up?" Warrick asked the Texan.

Nick shrugged and sat down on the couch. "Ok for now. It's getting harder and harder as the day goes on." He saw the nervousness on Warrick's face and saw the other man's glance keep going down to the case folder. "You guys find something?" He asked slowly. He hoped they found something that helped them get closer to finding Greg.

Warrick opened the folder and stared down at what it said before speaking. "We found a match in AFAIS to the handprint we found on the window." He handed the folder to Nick so the Texan could see the results for himself.

Nick's face went pale and he found it hard to breathe. "Ric, you sure this is right? He's in jail!"

Warrick shook his head. "I called the prison and they told me he escaped jail a few days ago."

Tears filled Nick's eyes. "Why would he do this?" He clenched his fists and closed his eyes. "Nearly killing me wasn't enough for him! He had to take Greg from me!"

Warrick placed a comforting hand on Nick's shoulder. "We'll catch him and save Greg. OK? Nothing will happen to Greg; this guy won't get away with this."

Nick suddenly stood up and punched the wall. "Son of a bitch! He could have been in our house for God knows how long! He had to know when Greg was alone and knew that he was weak."

"Hey man, calm down. Getting angry and taking it out on walls isn't going to help." His cell phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket quickly. "Sit and try and calm down, Nicky." He told his friend before answering his phone.

"Brown." He responded into the phone.

"Warrick, its Catherine." A female voice answered. "We found tire tracks on the road leading out of their driveway. Matched the tracks to a black Chevy pick-up truck belonging to a Brent Davidson. Guess who he is friends with?"

"Nigel Crane." He said simply.

"Right. So I think he was either in on the kidnapping or Nigel stole his car." Catherine said. "Brass is bringing him in. Let Nicky know, ok?"

"You bet. See ya." He flipped his phone shut and turned to face Nick.

"We're getting closer, Nick. We know what car the kidnapper drove and we have a suspect."

Nick let out a deep breath. "Brass bringing him in?" He asked. He was so close to catching this guy. They still had no clue as to where Greg was but they were closer to finding out. He felt his blood boil with anger when he thought about this guy. He needed Greg back, he can't live without him and the thought of losing him scared him more than anything.

Warrick nodded wondering what Nick was thinking. "Why?"

"I wanna there when they question him."

Brass stood in front of their suspect, Brent Davidson. "Do you know Greg Sanders?" He asked. Brent wasn't even nervous which made things a little more difficult for the police.

Brent shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. "Nope, never met him."

"Really? Well, that's interesting because we found tire tracks outside his home and they match your car." Catherine said placing the photos of the tire tracks in front of Brent.

"Don't know how they got there." Brent said simply.

"Bull shit." Warrick said through clenched teeth. "You mean to tell me that you drove out of some stranger's driveway so fast yet you have no idea how they got there.

Brent remained silent and Brass was getting irritated. "So you never saw this guy before?" He asked again. He handed him a picture of Greg.

Brent shook his head. "I told you I never saw him. What does he have to do with this anyway?" He asked raising his voice to Brass.

"He was kidnapped earlier. We want to find him. So unless you want to face one pissed off CSI you better start talking. NOW!" Warrick said sitting across from the suspect.

Brent remained silent. "Oh I see how this works. You stay quiet and think you'll get off. Well, hate to break this too you but the longer to keep your mouth shut the longer you'll be here." Catherine was starting to get angry now. They were getting nowhere.

"Hey Ric, wanna bring Nick in? Maybe he can get something out of this guy." Brass asked. He placed a hand down on Brent's shoulder and gave it a very hard squeeze.

Warrick nodded and walked out of the room.

Nick stood outside the interrogation room and watched as they questioned the guy. He wanted to go in there and slam this guy into a wall and beat his head in until he told him everything he knew. He turned around when he saw Warrick leave the room.

"He ain't saying anything. Figured you might want to go in there." Warrick told Nick.

"It might end up getting pretty…uh, violent in there." Nick said as he dug his hands into his pockets.

Warrick let out a small laugh. "Brass and Catherine are in there. They'll make sure you don't go too far."

Nick opened the door to the interrogation room and saw the suspect leaning back in the chair with his arms crossed over his chest. "Don't go too crazy." Catherine whispered to him. Nick nodded before sitting down across from Brent.

"So Brent, you want to tell me where you were yesterday afternoon?" Nick asked trying to remain as calm as possible.

"Home." Was all Brent said to him.

"You didn't go out driving or anything?" Nick asked.

"Nope."

Nick closed his eyes and forced himself to breathe. He opened his eyes and continued. "We'll find more evidence and if we find any evidence that ties you to the kidnapping I'll personally make sure that you're locked up for a long time."

Brent let out a snort and let his arms drop to his side. "The guy must be pretty damn important. No one gives a damn this much when someone is missing."

"Yeah, he's 'pretty damn important'." Nick said. "I know you know something. So you pretty start talking."

Brent shook his head. "If I knew something then I would tell you." He let out a loud laugh. "Some ass fucker can be cause a lot of trouble. Maybe it's best he's gone."

That sent Nick over the edge. He grabbed the guy by the collar of his shirt and slammed him into the wall. "Listen you fucker, I don't give a damn about you. So for all I care you can rot and die in prison. But that's exactly where you're gonna end up. Like I said, If I find ay evidence that ties you this kidnapping I will personally make sure you rot in jail for the rest of your life." Nick let go of Brent and throw to the ground. Nick stormed out of the room. Catherine walked out behind Nick.

"I'm sorry Nick. We'll keep searching and we'll do everything we can to find Greg." Catherine told him outside the interrogation room.

"How?" He asked. "Two suspects; 1 isn't talking and 1 is missing. We're running low on evidence, Cath. How are we going to find him?" He asked as tears ran down his cheeks.

Catherine pulled him into her arms. "I don't know. But we will. We will do everything in our power to find him. I promise."

Nick sniffled and buried his head into her shoulder. "I love him. I about to go crazy here. I need him back. I don't know what I'll do if we don't find him."

Catherine ran her fingers his hair. "Don't worry. We'll find him."

TBC…