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Chapter Eight: Goodbyes, I Love You's, and Being Found Out

It was eight hours to deadline when a phone call came for five CSIs and one detective. A call that made them begin to wonder what their chances of sucess really were.

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Sitting around a table, discussing evidence again. They were desperately trying to figure out where they were supposed to go... All of them were sure that if they could just get a match for that hair, they'd know where to go.

All of them nearly jumped out of their skins when a woman poked her head in the room, "There's a phone call for all of you... Didn't say who it was. You want to take it?"

"why not?" said Catherine, "Maybe someone who can help us..."

The phone went on speaker, and several voices tried to talk at once. There was a brief squabble, before one clear voice finally put it to an end, "Nick, are ya there?"

Nick's jaw nearly hit the floor, and his heart lept into his throat, "Susan!? Oh, god, Sue, are you okay?"

"Not really," she replied, while the rest of the group sat in a stunned silence, "an' don' call me Sue, knucklehead. "

"Susan," said Warrick, finally able to speak, "Is Lindsay there? Are you guys hurt?"

"Yeah, I'm here, Dad," said another voice, this one belonging to Lindsay Brown, "Is mom there?"

"I'm here Sweetheart," said Catherine... "Are the other girls with you two?"

"Yeah," said Susan, "They are... Summer, honey, c'mere. No one's gonna hurt ya..." she paused for a moment... "Come here..." her voiced faded out, and a new one joined the conversation.

"Dad?" it was Ellie.

"Ellie! How did you get hold of a phone?"

"He gave us one," said Ellie, "All he said was we could say goodbye..."

"Where did Susan go?" Nick asked, not liking the sound of what Ellie had said.

"She went to see if she could get Summer out of her corner..." said Lindsay, "Is Beth okay?"

"Yeah, she is," said Greg.

Sara and Grissom stayed comepletely silent. Until they heard the little girl's voice say, "Mama? Daddy? Where are you?"

"We're at work, Lady Bug," said Grissom, "We're trying to find you."

"Summer, Baby,can you tell us where you are?" Sara asked

"I doubt it," Ellie chimed in.

"why's that, Ellie?" Warrick asked.

"I don't even know where we are," she replied.

"It smells like books," said Lindsay. She paused uncomforably for a minute, "Well, it does... that's all I can say."

"She's right, " said Susan, "it does."

"All right, " said a male voice, "Time's up. Get off, quick."

Again, all four of the captives tried to speak at once. Eventually they sorted out who would speak first. This time it was Ellie, "'Bye Dad... Sorry..." she sounded like she was going to cry...

"Ellie, w-" Brass started, but by then, Lindsay was already speaking.

"Mom... Dad, I love you guys... " she choked.

"We love you too, Sweetheart," Warrick and Catherine chorused, both of their voices were shaky. They were holding it together for Lindsay's sake.

"Thanks for trying..." she said. They heard her sniffle, then start to cry. Then she went silent.

Then was Susan's turn, "Nicky?"

"Yeah, Babe?" said Nick, blinking rapidly.

"I love you... "

"I love you to, Susan..." Nick replied, wiping his eyes.

Sara gripped Grissom's hand, knowing who was next. "Mama, Daddy... You're not going to find us are you?" She sounded so sure of it.

"Yes we are, Lady Bug," said Grissom. Like Nick, he had started blinking away tears. Sara hadn't bothered to try and stop them.

"No you won't..." Summer muttered, like she always did when she disagreed with them. After a breif pause, and a few sniffs, she said, in a strangled voice, "Mama, Daddy, I love you..."

"I love you, too, baby," Sara said, her voice choked.

"And I love you, Honey," said Grissom.

"Okay, ladies get off!" said the male voice again. There was a high pitched screech, and one of the women shouting "Leave her alone!" Then the line was dead. The one thing going through Greg's mind was how lucky Beth had been to escape, and how much he wished he could get his hands on whoever had done this. Going through Nick's mind was the voice that was telling him he would never hear Susan's voice again, that he'd never see her smile... Never know what she would have said to him... He clutched the ring box he still had in his pocket as he thought that. On Brass' mind was the fact that he still hadn't apologized for what he'd said to Ellie when she'd come to see him. He was starting to think he wasn't going to get the chance.

Catherine held her head in her hands, as she struggled to hold in sobs, as Warrick wrapped his arms around her. Going through their minds was the things they'd planned to do for Lindsay when she went off to college... How exceited she'd been about going, how amusing it had been to watch her fret over wether or not she'd get in to a good school. Sara was sobbing into Grissom's shoulder. On her mind was the way Summer had sounded... The way Susan'd had to go and coax her into talking on the phone. For her to be like that, something worse than what Beth had said had happened. On Grissom's mind was the fact that she thought they'd failed. That she'd given up any hope of being found... That hurt more than anything else. She'd always been an optomistic girl, despite being so serious... For her to lose that hopefullness...

"Hey I-..." said a happy sounding Hodges, rushing into the room. He stopped when he saw all of their faces. "Who died?"

The glares he got could have peeled paint. "What do you want, Hodges?" Greg asked, as he was the only one who wasn't dealing with the prospect of losing his girlfriend, or daughter.

"I got a match off that hair," he tossed a photo onto the middle of the table. "Her name is Daisy Shaun. She's a teacher at the highschool. Her address and phone number are there. You might want to ask her just how her hair got on a crime scene..."

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"My hair? On a crime scene? How?"

"We were hoping you could tell us," said Sofia.

"Five people were kidnapped Thursday night, Miss Shaun-" said Warrick.

"Mrs." she corrected, "It's Mrs. Shaun. "

"Where's your husband?" Sofia asked.

"He's away, on business," said the frail looking woman. "He left Wednesday night... " Her eyes shifted slightly. She was lying.

"Away on business where?" Warrick wanted to know.

"In Los Angeles, and San Diego... He won't be back until tomorrow morning... He used to be a school teacher... He goes to other schools, to give lectures sometimes..."

"And would you happen to be a teacher too, Ma'am?" Warrick already knew the answer.

"Yes, I am... Highschool Chemistry. Why?"

The Chemistry book... Warrick thought. "Would you excuse me for a moment?" He left the room for a few minutes, leaving Sofia and Daisy looking at one another uncomfortably. When he came back he said in a dead serious tone, "Mrs. Shaun, would you come with us to PD?"

"What? Why? I don't think I should... Eli, my husband, might not appreciate that..."

"We're going, wether Eli would like it or not," said Sofia.

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Grissom was ready to smash his head into the metal table. The hair had been enough to get the woman for only a little while, unless she couldn't come up with an alibi to explain why it was there, and she denied every having been in Charles Morris' house. Her excuse was that it was possible her husband had gone there, and some of her hair had been on him. Upon realizing what shed said, she back-tracked, and tried to asy that her husband didn't know him either.

She refused a lawyer, over and over again. But what screwed her over the most was when they played a clip from the phone call they'd gotten before, and she heard the man's voice and recognized it. That, with the hair, and her slip-up before was enough to get a warrant to search her house. By then, time was really running out. They were down to six hours.

Greg stuck his head into the room, then his arm, waving the results of the prints, and DNA collected from Daisy's home. Grissom beckoned him to bring them over. Greg tossed them onto the table between Griss, and Daisy. Those papers held Daisy's freedom, or possibly evidence that would condemn her.

The finger prints were a match. The DNA was a match. Daisy's husband was certainly the one who'd been at those scenes. The thing was, had he wanted them to find out? Surely he'd known they'd get to her eventually, because of the hair... or had it really been accidental transfer? Grissom couldn't imagine the man who had been so careful up to then had forgot the hair... It had to've been planted.

"Mrs. Shaun... This is the results of DNA and fingerprint tests we did. the DNA and fingerprints confirm that it was your husband who kidnapped Ellie Brass, Summer Grissom, Elizabeth Markay, Susan Goldsmith, and Lindsay Brown, and that he murdered Charles Morris, Jackson Mercer, Kasey Edwards, and Micheal Talling... Not to mention at least twenty-one other people, from various cities."

The woman turned her face away from him. Her lack of a horrified reaction told him she knew. "Where are they?" he asked quietly.

"I don't know," she snapped, no longer the frail, frightened looking woman she had been when she'd been brought in. "What's it matter to you anyway? You don't seem like the type of man who has a family, or any close friends. Why could it possibly be so important for you to find whoever he's taken?"

There were few insults that made Grissom angry. Jabs at the fact that he had issues getting close to people was one of those few. "Your husband has my daughter, Mrs. Shaun. As well as the daughters, and fiancee of my colleagues, and friends. That is why it matters to me. Now where are they?"

"I DON'T KNOW! It's not like you'd make in time anyway... I know what his deadline is... And you've only got an hour an half to get there..." she sounded pleased with herself for knowing this. She was about to say something else when the door opened again, and in stormed Catherine.

"Greg told me the results," she said. She looked angry enough to kill someone, "Where's my daughter, you bitch!-" she looked the woman right in the face, and gasped, "I know you... You were Lindsay's favorite teacher... The science and Chemist-... I know where they are!" she interupted herself.

"What?" Grissom asked, feeling sure that he'd missed something.

"Grissom... I know where the girls are!"

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So I tkae it you guys know where they are too :P