Chapter Thirteen- Standing Her Ground

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Eddie was upon her before she had a chance to react. He grabbed her roughly by the wrists and shoved her up against the wall.

"Why the hell did you put Vanessa in prison?" he slurred at her.

Catherine glared defiantly back…completely unafraid. "She left my daughter in the car alone to die." She said through gritted teeth. "Be happy I didn't put her away for attempted murder."

Eddie drew his cell phone out of his pocket, still holding her with the other hand against the wall. His gun was tucked in his jacket pocket, and Catherine wished she could reach it.

"Call them and tell them to let her go." He demanded, shoving the phone at her.

She turned away but stood her ground stubbornly. "No. She's getting what she deserves."

Eddie slapped her across the face, leaving a red mark on her cheek. Catherine winced but didn't cave. Eddie lost it.

He picked her up and threw her down on the floor and straddled her, hitting her over and over again. She let out a whimper of pain, and tried desperately to block his blows. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her face close to his.

"Call." He said.

She shook her head. Eddie slammed her head against the ground and when he lifted her back up. Her eyes were closed and her head was lolling to one side. He muttered a curse word under his breath and checked her pulse. There was none.

"Shit." He muttered again grabbing her by the arms. He had to get rid of the body and he had to get rid of it fast, before Lindsay came downstairs. He dragged Catherine across the room and wrapped her unmoving form in his jacket. He carried her outside and heaved her into the backseat and put the car in reverse.

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Lindsay had been watching from the staircase railing. Eddie hadn't noticed her at all and for that Lindsay was glad. She was scared though and her body refused to move. Her mother hadn't been moving when her father had dragged her out. Lindsay felt a shiver course through her body. Her mother might be dead.

No. Lindsay thought defiantly. Her mother wouldn't leave her behind like that.

She quickly ran down the stairs, her hair still sopping wet. She found her mother's cell phone. She made sure to go the long way into the living room, through the kitchen so she wouldn't mess up any of the evidence that had just been created. She was the daughter of a CSI after all. She pushed the number 1. The speed dial for Gil Grissom. The phone started to ring. Lindsay curled up on the couch right where her mother was sitting only moments before and tucked her legs under her, waiting for the one man her mother had always trusted in her life to answer the phone.

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Grissom hadn't been home yet. He wasn't planning to. He had been thinking long and hard about him and Catherine and he couldn't stop. He sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. There was a knock on his door and Sara came in.

"You left this in the lab." Sara said, handing him a small phone.

He took it, without looking up. "Thanks." He replied.

"Hey you need to talk?" Sara asked a little concerned.

"No," Grissom responded bluntly.

Just then the phone went off. Grissom glanced at the caller I.D. It was Catherine's house. His heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was Catherine calling him to talk. But there was something nagging at him. Usually Catherine called him with her cell, not her home number. But then again, when she usually called him, they were usually on a case. He pushed his thoughts aside and flipped the cell phone open.

Lindsay's voice came over the phone.

"Uncle Grissom!" Lindsay cried, through tears. "Daddy took Mommy!"

"WHAT?" Grissom demanded, standing up and knocking over his chair in the process.

Sara jumped back and Nick and Warrick hurried in to see what the commotion was all about.

"Uncle Grissom. Daddy took Mommy!" Lindsay cried again sobbing hysterically.

"I'll be right there." Grissom said through gritted teeth. "Hang in there Butterfly."

Lindsay murmured something and then the phone went dead.

Grissom looked tired and worn. Nick didn't like that combination. Warrick was thinking the same thing. Grissom was their supervisor for a reason. It was more than the fact that he was the best of the best when it came to forensics; it was because he was strong through every case. The cases that got to him, Sara, Greg, Nick, and everyone else, Grissom could see from the practical point of view. Warrick knew Grissom couldn't' look at this case that way. None of them could.

They waited in silence. Long enough for Greg to poke his head in the door, wondering why everyone was gathered in Grissom's office.

Grissom took a breath. "Eddie's kidnapped Catherine." He said slowly

The team stared. That was a crushing blow for them. But after the initial thought wore off the team immediately started for the garage to get the CSI truck. They were going to do what they do best. Find evidence. Find Catherine. Solve the case.

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