LINGER
Characters are not mine… sorry for not updating for a while there… Thanks for all the reviews!
Chapter 10:
Greg wandered into the A/V lab where Archie was busy working on the phone records. "Find anything yet?" he asked, straddling a chair next to the tech.
Archie rolled his eyes. "I might actually accomplish something without people asking me every five minutes..." he mumbled, sending a glare in Greg's general direction.
He sighed, "Sorry, I'll shut up."
"Good," Archie replied, and resumed typing at slightly inhuman speed, bringing up the mobile company's phone records. "We should be able to trace the number to one of the towers, then we can pinpoint a relative circumference of where the phone is in relation to other towers. And hopefully that's where Sara and Elicia are."
Greg nodded, his eyes on the screen.
After a few more moments, Archie's attention drifted from the screen. "Henderson. The phone's transmission is coming from an address in Henderson."
By the time Archie glanced over his shoulder Greg was making a sharp turn into Grissom office yelling 'We have a lead!' at the top of his lungs.
The lab tech shook his head, rolling his eyes at Greg's behavior before turning back to the screens in front of him.
Elicia and Sara were still at gunpoint, Shane hovering just out of their sight, the silver gun barrel, though, was quite visible, the single beam of light in the room, landing on the metallic surface, reflecting it back at them.
"What are we waiting for?" Sara asked, the little girl clinging to her neck.
Shane growled, irritated that she was still talking. "The calvary." he replied, smugly before stepping forward and grabbing Elicia.
The little girl shrieked, clawing at her opponent's arm. "Let me go!" she wailed, kicking and screaming. A hand collided with her stomach, temporarily silencing her.
"Be quiet, brat." Shane growled, throwing her back at Sara. "Be good and I'll be nice and kill your dad before I kill you."
Sara glared at him. "Don't you dare hurt them." she stood up. "You beat a defenseless little kid. You got caught. That little girl juts happened to be a C.S.I.'s daughter. That C.S.I. happens to be my best friend. You mess with them, you go after me, too." she growled, approaching him.
He just laughed. "Who has the gun in this scenario?" A bullet was chambered.
"Damn! Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!" Greg cursed, the address Archie had provided them with was the Radcliffe house in Henderson, where Elicia had spent the last three years. They decided on searching the house all the same, in hopes for a clue that would lead them to Sara and Elicia.
Grissom had suggested Greg not help process the house. He was way too temperamental right now. Nick and Warrick watched him punch the door frame before sitting on the concrete steps in front of the house, knees pulld up to his chest, head in his hands.
"I hope we find something, soon." Nick said, heading upstairs while Warrick took the main floor.
Several minutes passed and nothing relevant had been found. Warrick approached Greg, having covered his assigned area. "Hey man," he said, sitting beside him. "How ya holding up."
The younger man sighed, "I just want them back." he replied, his voice now void of emotion.
"And you'll get them back. Found something." Nick's voice said from behind them.
The bullet exited the gun, aimed just behind Sara, off to the left a bit. "No!" Sara shouted, moving in front of Elicia, the intended target.
She could hear the little girl scream, feel the searing pain at the base of her leg, smell the all too familiar metallic scent of blood. She was leaning against the wall, Elicia in her arms again.
Shane scowled, yet choose to exit the room. "No one'll find you in time." he said before leaving them in darkness again.
Elicia was holding back tears as she watched Sara examined the wound to her thigh, the bullet was still in her leg, acting as a cork for the blood flow. Even still Sara applied pressure to the wound, wincing slightly as she did so.
"Are you okay, Sara?" Elicia asked, as Sara looked her over, making sure that the little girl was okay.
She nodded. "I will be."
"What have you got?" Greg asked, jumping up and turning to face Nick.
The Texan in question held up a piece of paper. "The Radcliffes own some piece of desert a little ways out. They have pictures of a house on the property, that might be where Sara and Elicia are being held."
He ran toward the Tahoe. "What are you waiting for! Let's go!" Greg called to them.
Warrick shook his head. "We still gotta follow procedure. Radio for back-up."
Greg snorted, shaking his head, but did so anyway.
"Sara?" Elicia asked,several minutes later. "What's wrong?"
Her wound was bleeding substantially now. She hoped that the bullet hadn't punctured her femoral artery, lest she'd be dead by the time anyone got here. "I'll be okay." she replied, wincing again.
Elicia hugged her. "Is daddy gonna come save us soon?" she asked.
"I hope so, sweetie." Sara replied, hugging the girl back.
"There it is!" Greg yelled, pointing a fair ways off in the distance as he, Nick, Warrick and Brass drove toward the Radcliffe's other property.
Nick rolled his eyes. "You know how difficult it is to drive with you yelling in my ear every three seconds?"
Greg sat back, biting his lip to keep from yelling again.
"How are we doing this?" Warrick asked, leaning forward to ask Brass.
The detective sighed. "We'll assess the situation as soon as possible. SWAT's behind us."
A half an hour later the perimeter of the house was scoped out, SWAT was in position and they had a working line in the house.
"Let's hope this works." Brass said, picking up the phone. "Shane Radcliffe, this is Detective Brass. Wonderful way to ensure your bail gets revoked." he said sarcastically when their perp picked up his end of the line. "This is when you tell us what you want."
Shane scoffed on his end of the line, returning to the room he was holding Elicia and Sara in. "I want that C.S.I. in here, the brats father."
Brass shook his head. "Not gonna happen."
"Okay, suit yourself," he chambered another bullet. "One of 'ems already down, won't take much to kill her."
Greg's eyes went wide upon hearing this. "I'll go in," he told Brass. "To hell with procedure."
Jim shook his head again. "Sanders..." he growled, "If you die in there, I'm gonna kill you..."
After Greg was deemed as fit to go inside as the present conditions would allow and was packing a standard police issue handgun, he was escorted up to the door of the building. "Remember Sanders, I don't like this idea..." Brass said, in one last attempt at keeping the man from doing this.
"Where would you be if it were Eliie?" he replied.
The older man sighed. "Inside. Point well taken." he nodded, putting a hand on Greg's shoulder. "Just... be careful."
Wow... that was long... So, will Sara be okay? Will Elicia? Will Greg? I'm not entirely sure yet so... Review and find out!
