A/N: Sorry, still haven't found that error, I just wanted to get this chapter up soon before the week started, so here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, blah, blah, blah. You all know how it goes.
"He owns a shack over in California. I am going to go get some men and we will meet you over there." Brass reported to Grissom.
Catherine, Grissom, Nick, Greg, and Warrick all piled into Catherine's Denali and rushed over to the location that Brass had given them. But they were not even close to the little shack. They had two hours of driving to do before even hoping to find Sara alive.
But Josh Smeths was already half way there. He was shaking and could hardly focus on the road. He had a gun in the duffel bag that was under the passenger seat.
He took a deep breath before saying to himself, "Calm down Josh, this will be easy. No big deal."
He tried to shrug off the fact that he was about to kill someone. But it wasn't working. Oh well. He still had an hour to calm himself. A whole hour left.
"Your honor, the DA has no reason to hold my client until the trial. What evidence they have against him is hardly enough to not allow bail." Mr. Crawford argued skillfully.
"Bail is set at two hundred thousand." The judge declared.
As soon as he was allowed, Lance Smeths drove as fast as his car would allow to help his brother.
Josh's shaking hands clutched a gun that was pointed in Sara's pale face.
"You don't want to do this. You will get into a lot of trouble. Why don't you just put the gun down and untie me." Sara was desperately trying to reason with the scared kid who now held her life in his hands.
"No, if I don't do it, Lance will be mad at me." Josh half whispered, half said.
"Lance is going to go to prison. You don't have to worry about him. But you don't want to go to prison with him, so just put the gun down."
"SHUT UP!" He yelled before turning around and running his hand through his hair.
Before he could make a decision, though, his phone rang shrilly.
"Hello?" he answered. Sara could tell he was near tears.
"Josh, it's Lance. I made bail. You need to take her to mom's house before they get there. Now, Josh, you hear me?" Lance's voice was the sweetest thing Josh had ever heard in his life at this point.
"Okay, I'll take her." He hung his phone up before turning to Sara. "We're taking a little trip."
His voice was more confident now, which worried Sara. He came over and slashed the ropes that were binding her to the chair, not before putting new binds on her wrists, though. Her broken wrist was throbbing already, and the newly acquired pressure was just making it a whole world worse. It took all her strength not to gasp in pain as he tightened it further. He was muttering under his breath, meaning that Lance had shown him a special way to tie the ropes. It seemed like a well practiced speach now.
'I could beat this guy to a pulp.' Sara thought to herself. But she couldn't risk getting her brains shot out, and she was already badly bruised all over her body, so she really couldn't trust herself to hold out.
He led her out to the car waiting out front. Her body was aching so bad, she had to will herself not to collapse right there. But her knees served her well, and she almost sighed in relief when he shoved her into the back seat. They sped away, a cloud of dust following the tail of the car.
"Stay down." He ordered her.
She leaned her back down across the other two seats, trying to get her hands into a comfortable position. This was going to be a long ride.
The rest of the team, closely followed by Brass and some officers, stopped sharply in front of the small little house.
Racing in, they found nothing in the front rooms, or in the single bedroom. Upon more searching, they came across a small stairway in one of the closets that led down. Carefully walking down the moldy wood, the five of them were very disappointed to find an empty room. With a little trail of blood on the floor.
"They were here." Greg whispered.
Nick kicked the metal chair and it slammed into the wall with a satisfying crash. "We missed them!" he yelled.
Catherine leaned her head against the concrete wall. They had nothing to go on now. They lost Sara again.
A/N: Had a lot going on here. It sounded more convincing in my head. I might edit it later, I just wanted to get another chapter up. Hope you liked.