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Harris watched as Nick pulled out of the convenience store parking lot. He pulled his car in behind him, but a few car spaces behind. He had notified the group watching the rear of the building of their heading and position.

He looked into his rearview mirror when the second truck holding the rest of his men pulled in behind him. There were eight of them in total. He knew it was probably overkill, but he didn't want to take any chances. Stokes had gotten lucky once … what Stokes didn't know was that his luck was about to change.

They followed the Denali up Randolf Road. Harris had just seen the light change to red. He reached for the radio.

"OK this is it."

Harris slowly pulled up to the CSI's truck, but when the light suddenly turned green he gunned the engine and slammed into the Denali. He had taken drastic measures to make sure he didn't get away. The plan was to grab him at the light, but they had to improvise … so Harris crashed into him.

Though he wasn't hurt in the slightest he sat there and watched as his prey emerged from his truck. When Stokes was finally near the rear of his vehicle he decided to exit.

Harris got out of his car just as Nick neared the rear of the vehicle. He regarded the CSI in front of him. He was in good physical shape not the weak man he saw in the hospital. This man looked like he could handle himself. 'Let's see how he can handle himself against eight.' Harris thought.

"Are you injured?" he heard Stokes ask.

Harris replied back, "No. I'm not … are you?"

"No I'm good."

He watched as Nick bent down and looked at his bumper. He was oblivious to the danger he was in. Harris, being closer to his car, could hear his men exit and quietly surround Stokes. Now was the time.

"Good … now if you will please give me your phone Mr. Stokes."

He observed the CSI as he heard the request. He could tell by his body language that the request had been a surprise.

He watched as the CSI slowly stood up from his position, looked around and hung up his phone. It was hard not to smile at the sight.

The man was trapped and he knew it.

"You don't know who I am … do you Stokes?"

He remained silent.

Harris decided that it was time to move into what light there was, which consisted of a street light twenty feet away. He really didn't expect Stokes to know who he was just by looking at him. He only had a brief glimpse of him.

He was right as soon as he walked into the light Stokes observed him with tiniest hint of recognition.

"I want you to slowly remove your weapon from your holster using two fingers and only two fingers and hand it to me."

The outnumbered CSI used his head and did what he was told. He slowly removed his gun from his holster and handed it over to him.

This was it the moment he was waiting for. Harris lifted his right arm … the arm with his tattoo and slowly reached for the gun. He made sure that Stokes got a good look at his arm.

The tattoo had the effect he knew it would have. He smirked at the CSI's reaction.

"Now Mr. Stokes do you know who I am?"

Nick looked up at the man who he thought was dead. He tried to mask the shock and fear, but his body was already betraying him. He could feel his heart racing and he was numb all over. 'This wasn't really happening…was it?'

He swallowed, but his throat was dry. He took a chance and answered hoping his voice wouldn't betray him as well.

"Yes I know who you are."

"Good … I have been waiting for this little reunion for some time now. I have to say that you look a lot better than you did the last time I saw you … take him." He said to his men.

Nick punched the man nearest to him and tried to make a break for it. Before he knew what happened, he was on the ground with two men on top of him. It still didn't stop him from throwing a few more punches. In the struggle Nick dropped the cell phone that he had never handed over. The cell phone bounced a few feet away and towards the empty sidewalk.

"I see they make them tough in Texas …"

Nick's struggling stopped when he heard a click of a gun near his right temple. He looked over to see Harris standing there with his own gun aimed at his head.

He was roughly pulled back up from the ground and slowly dragged over to the waiting truck. The whole time looking, searching for anyone or anything that could help him. There was no one. If he had been on the strip this never would have happened, it would have been way to busy. Though in his case he was in a small business district that had no traffic this late at night.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Well I thought that was obvious from our last visit Mr. Stokes."

"You want me dead … so what are you waiting for!"

"Are you really that much in a hurry to die? Well let me put your mind at ease. I will kill you eventually, but not at this moment. I'm not quite finished with you yet."

Nick wasn't able to get another word out before he was forced into the back seat. Two men got in after him … one on each side.

Harris got into the driver's seat and turned back to look at Nick, "I'm really sorry about your truck, but I would imagine that's the least of your worries right now." He snickered.

He turned back toward the front started the car, backed up and pulled away from Nick's truck that was still in the middle of the street.

Nick watched as they got farther and farther from his truck he only hoped that it wouldn't take Grissom long to figure out what happened.

Erin Matthews had just finished closing up her shop and headed towards the front door of her store when she heard a crash from outside. When she reached the doors she stopped to see what was going on before leaving the safety of her store. There had been a rash of burglaries a few months ago and she still felt on edge.

She peeked out her front window and noticed that a truck had crashed into the back of another at the stoplight. The man in the first truck got out and headed to the rear with a cell phone in hand. He was armed and had a black vest on that said Crime Scene Investigations. 'He must be some sort of cop' she said to herself. She watched as he bent down to look at his bumper unaware that several men had exited the other vehicle with guns in there hands. They quickly had the unsuspecting man surrounded.

She hid behind the window display, but was still able to see everything that was transpiring. She was afraid for the man in the black vest as he was forced to give up his weapon. When she saw him punch the man next to him to try to get away, Erin had gasped quietly. As she remained in a crouched position, she silently cheered the stranger on, but it was short-lived when two men tackled him to the ground.

The last thing she saw was the armed men force the man into the backseat of the truck. She was able to get a glimpse of the name on the vest. 'Stok' was all she got before the truck took off. She was also able to get the license plate as well.

Erin exited her store and walked over to the street where the truck had been left. She scanned the nearby area and found the man's cell phone. She picked it up like she found gold. She went through the menu and located the last call he made … it said Grissom. She pressed the 'send' key.

"If this doesn't work, then I'm calling the police."

"Catherine look …" Grissom pointed to a shell that was just under the older male victim.

"Thanks."

Grissom continued to scan the floor with his eyes when his cell phone rang. He pulled it from his belt and looked at the call display.

"It's Nick … isn't it a little early to have something?" he asked Catherine.

She shrugged her shoulders and bent back over the victim.

Grissom flipped his phone up, "Nick isn't it a bit early to be calling you haven't even been gone fifteen minutes."

Erin jumped when she heard the voice answer on the other side. She responded in a soft tone. "Um … this isn't Nick."

"Then who is this?" Grissom asked standing up. "Where's Nick?"

This got Catherine's attention. She watched as Grissom paced back and forth.

"My name is Erin Matthews. I own a video store off of Randolf Road. I just witnessed a kidnapping … I think."

"Erin … my name is Gil Grissom I work at the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Can you please tell me where the gentleman that owns this phone is?"

"He was forced into a truck by some armed men."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I watched the whole thing. The man … he was wearing a black vest with Crime Scene Investigator on it. I was only able to get part of his name S-t-o-k…"

"Stokes … his name is Nick Stokes. OK tell me where you are again?"

"I'm at 4225 Randolf Road. I'm standing right next to your guy's truck."

"Erin … stay there. We'll be there in five minutes."

"I won't leave … I promise."

Grissom hung up the phone and was immediately assaulted by Catherine with questions.

"Gil, what's going on?"

"I just received a call from a woman named Erin Matthews … she was calling from Nick's cell." Grissom said as he walked towards the front of the store.

Catherine was matching him step for step, "Yeah go on."

"She said that she witnessed him being kidnapped."

"What! Is she sure?"

Catherine's outburst got the attention of both Sara and Warrick, who walked over.

"Is everything OK over here?" Warrick asked.

Grissom looked at Catherine and answered, "She's standing right next to his truck. Look I got to get over there … you guy's finish up here. I will call you as soon as I know something."

He didn't wait for anyone to answer and left the building. Catherine just stood there and watched as he got farther and farther away.

She turned to Warrick and Sara, "Grissom just received a call from Nick's cell phone."

"Yea … is my boy slacking off already?" Warrick asked with a smile.

"No … Grissom received a call from a woman named Erin who was calling from Nick's phone."

"Did Nick lose his phone?" Sara asked hoping that that was the case.

"I'm afraid not … she told Grissom that she witnessed the man that owned the phone being kidnapped."

"Oh my god … not again."

"We don't know what's going on … that's why Grissom is going over there. Now let's get back to work, the sooner we finish up here the sooner we can help Grissom."

Grissom left the convenience store in a hurry and made his way over to Detective Sam Vega, who was talking with a bunch of officers.

"Sam I need to talk to you."

"Sure. What's up Grissom?"

"I'm not sure to tell you the truth. I just received a call from Nick's cell phone only it wasn't Nick. It was some woman named Erin. She said she witnessed him getting kidnapped. Now this could be nothing or it could be something, but with Nick's history … I would rather be safe than sorry."

"You want me to go over there and check it out?"

"Yes and I want to go with you."

Vega turned towards the officers, "Make sure you guys hang around here and watch their backs."

The officers nodded their heads in understanding. None of them wanted a repeat of last year. Though in Grissom's mind, it occurred that it may have already happened.

The two men got into the Detective's car and drove off. Within minutes they pulled behind a familiar Denali that was parked in the middle of the road … obviously abandoned. Grissom jumped out of the car and walked over to the Denali. He could now see the damage to the rear of the vehicle.

"That's the way they left it ..." He heard a voice coming from his left.

He turned quickly to see Erin Matthews standing there with Nick's cell phone in her hand.

"Erin?" he asked. "I'm Gil Grissom I spoke to you on the phone. This is Detective Sam Vega."

Erin shook both of their hands before she gave Grissom Nick's phone.

"Um Erin … how did you know to call me?" Grissom asked.

"After the crash … your guy …"

"Nick."

"Nick had his phone and had dialed a number, but before the call went through he was ordered to hang up. I just dialed the last number he did. If that didn't work I would have called 911."

"You did great Erin … Now can you tell us everything that you saw." Vega asked.

Erin went on to explain everything she saw: from Nick hanging up his phone, to getting tackled, and finally being dragged and forced into the other man's truck.

"I'm really sorry I couldn't do more. I should have helped him instead of hiding in my store."

"Erin you did just fine … if you had gone out there you probably would have been killed. At least this way Nick's only been gone less than a half an hour. That helps … it helps a lot. If you will excuse me for one minute I need to make a phone call."

Grissom left both Erin and Vega and walked about ten feet away when he dialed Catherine's number.

"Catherine it's Grissom … it's been confirmed Nick's been kidnapped again."

Well there you have it Chapter 15. I hope you all liked it. As usual please review! Thanks and see you next chapter.