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Grissom's POV
She's in danger. He's got her by the throat, dragging her off, and I can't do anything but watch helplessly as he's taking her deeper and deeper into the thick woods. He's holding her as a shield, so if I shoot at him, I'll hit and kill her. I have no choice but to watch her being abducted from the crime scene, and it's tearing me apart. They finally disappear from my sight, and that's when I panic. She's in danger, and I have to help her.
'I have to get to her,' I think, desperately trying to formulate a plan to get her back. Whipping out my cell phone, I dial 911.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"My name is Gil Grissom. I'm a Crime Scene Investigator with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. One of my workers was just taken form the crime scene by force, and I need police back up now!"
The other end of the line is silent for a moment, and I worry that I lost the connection. Then, the operator's voice comes back on.
"Mister Grissom, what is your present location?"
I look around, unsure of where exactly it is that I am. So I give her the general description of my location.
"I'm in North Las Vegas, by the freeway, right before the Henderson exit. My Denali is parked on the freeway near where we- I am."
The operator pauses again, and again I fear that I've lost the connection. But like before, her calming voice comes back on.
"Mister Grissom, officers are on their way. Please remain on the line," she says, and I nod. But after five minutes of listening to her go on and on about remaining safe, I get fed up. Hitting 'END', I dial Catherine's number. Breathing heavily, I wait for her to answer.
"Willows."
"Cath, it's me. I need you and Warrick to come down to my crime scene now."
She sounds worried, which she should be.
"Gil? What's going on?" she asks, but I hang up and dial another number.
"Stokes."
"Nick? It's Grissom. Something's happened and you and Greg have to hightail it down to my scene, now. Don't ask any questions. Just get down here."
I hang up and my phone rings immediately. Glancing at the caller ID, I grimace. IT's Brass, the next person on my list of who to call. I answer the phone, noticing that my voice is shaky with unspoken fear.
"G-Grissom."
"Gil, what the hell is going on?" Brass demands, his voice sharp and cold. I hold the phone away from my ear for a moment, then speak timidly.
"She's gone, Jim. He's got her, and there's nothing I could do! Damn it Jim, I had to watch her being taken!"
Jim is silent, and when he speaks, he's quieter, and more reserved.
"I'm on my way Gil. Don't do anything stupid before we get there."
I hang up and begin to cry. I'm going to lose her. I just know it.
R&R! I'll love you forever!
