Sorry for the delayed updates. My exams are coming up so I probably won't be able to update until then… meanwhile, here's another chappie.

Elevator Murders… San Francisco… CSI Sara Sidle… Charlie…

Nick scrolled from website to website to no avail. It was no use. There was no way that they'd put fact specific information on a case online. Especially one in which the investigation was still ongoing.

"Nick, find anything?" He jumped when he heard someone behind him. He saw Warrick creeping toward him cautiously Not that it mattered. At this point, whether or not the FBI would see them, dragging them out would require a whole lot of effort.

"It's no use. FBI has all the files on this case. I'd have to be a computer genius before I can actually get any information from them."

There was a hint of disappointment in Warrick's eyes, that flickered for about half a second, before it brightened again, along with a grin that he always gave every time a good idea would pop into his head.

"Why do you have that look on your face?"

Warrick grinned. "Computer genius?"

There was confusion at first, and then realization. He berated himself for not thinking of it sooner. Smiling, he reached for his cell phone dialed the number of the one person whom the words 'computer genius' were synonymous to.

'Archie, can you crack me an FBI file on someone?'

There was a long pause at the other end of the line. 'Uh, did I miss something?'

'Long story, man. I just need you to get me a file on some serial killer. He calls himself Charlie and he's got a thing with elevator shafts.''

'Hold on. How am I supposed to get that kind of information?'

'I don't know. Break into their system?"

'You do know that's illegal right?'

'Uh, so?'

'You owe me a beer for this one.'

'Thanks, man. I appreciate it.'

A triumphant grin was on Nick's face as soon as he ended the phone call. "He says he'll do it."


"You look like you've gone through hell and back." Grissom joked as he stepped with great ease unto the elevator, hoping that they could ease the tension through the whole ordeal. He grinned when he saw a faint smile on Sara's face. He could see her condition clearly now, and he knelt down to examine the CSI.

He saw how twisted her leg had become, and wondered how she'd managed to even stand up. Dislocated. Frowning, he held her foot and popped it back into its original position before she could even react.

'FUCK!' She mouthed, catching herself before she could yell the words out loud. She was a bit annoyed that he hadn't warned her, but she knew that Grissom meant well.

He shook his head. "You can't walk in that."

"I already was."

"Well, you shouldn't." Grissom paused. "What were you hearing anyway?"

She shrugged, her eyes lingering on the floor. "Whatever it was, it's gone now.

"Come on, I'll help you get out of here. You need medical attention Sara."

"You go first, I'll-" She forced herself up. "I'll follow you."

"I told you, you can't walk on that foot." Irritation came with his voice. He sighed. "You aren't even suppose to stand. I'll carry you up if I have to."

She twitched her lips at the thought. "There is no way that I am going to let you carry me. It's either I get out by myself or nothing."

"You aren't going to win this, Grissom." She added.

Grissom nodded. She was right. This was something that he wasn't going to win. "I promise I won't carry if you go first. That leg looks like it won't hold. If you fall, I am going to be wracked with guilt for the rest of my life."

She nodded at the compromise and reached for the rope.

It was then that she saw what had been in her wrist since she had gotten there. Feeling as if her heart had momentarily stopped, she felt her knees weaken when she saw the same digital 2:00 blinking straight back at her. She licked her lips. "The watch."

"What about it?"

"It's not mine." She whispered.

Grissom eyes widened as he grabbed a hold of Sara's wrist, eyeing the watch. It hardly took a moment for him to realize what it was. Lifting his gaze back to Sara, he saw nothing but fear in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

"I didn't notice." She suddenly realized what it was. "The song. I heard it when I was about to leave. The watch is connected wirelessly to the explosives. The song plays every time the connection is broken. " She paused, forcing a smile on her face. "I guess it really was too good to be true."

Hastily, Grissom struggled to remove it, wanting nothing more than to get it off her, only to be stopped by a piece of wire that had been tightly wrapped around it.

"We need the bomb squad down here! We found the trigger!"


"We still need to talk to Sara though." Warrick stated, knowing that she was the one person that could explain everything. They had been patiently waiting for Archie's call for about an hour and the two of them were now restless, knowing that there was nothing they could do but wait. He watched as Nick, fumbled with 'answer' button on the phone, looking as if he was trying to will it to ring.

"What the fuck is taking him so-" The ringing of Nick's phone cut him off. "long." He paused., a smirk on his face. "I guess I spoke to soon."

The sound of typing on the other end of the line was followed by Archie's voice.

'I'm in their system. What do you wanna know? The guy's a genius that's for sure. Full name is Charles Buckley. Been on the run, after being seen coming out of one of his victim's apartments, for years. The FBI has gone loco with this case. Everyone the guy's been involved with keeps their mouths shut.'

'Wait, they've identified him?'

'They have- which makes him even more of a genius. He kills his victims in various ways, all without him actually ever being there. He plays a sort of game without loopholes with the victims and everyone around them.'

'What exactly is his MO?'

'Elevators. Chloroforms his victim, hides their unconscious bodies inside elevators. And, ah, all of his victims are male.'

'Male, huh?'

"Yeah, why?'

'Never mind. Is there a reasoning behind the elevators? Why does he use them?'

'It doesn't really say but I think it has something to do with him falling into an elevator shaft when he was six. He nearly died. He was lucky his mother found him or he would have been a goner. Spent months in the hospital.'

'His mother found him?'

'I know, it's pretty far-fetched but that's what it says right here.'

'Anything else?'

'He was suspected of murdering his parents at 15 but there was no hard evidence so he was sent to his grandparents. However, both his grandparents died a couple weeks later and he was sent to an adoption center.'