A/N: Oh my, updating both stories in one night. Go Me! Well actually, i cant take all the credit. Many, many MANY thanks to Mma63 who gave me some kick ass ideas that booted me way out of the writers block that was my mind. Many thanks, and much love!

Anyway, thanks to all who reviewed, and for your continued support! Muchly appriciated!

Now... on with ye olde chapter!

The call came in just after 7pm. The call no one wanted to happen. The call everyone at the Las Vegas Crime Lab dreaded.

Another little girl had been snatched.

It was unexpected. The 'Babysitter' hadn't struck again for weeks, leaving officials hoping he wouldn't strike again. But they had hoped too soon. Little Monica Banks had gone missing from her backyard, while her mother had popped inside for a minute to get some tang.

Grissom and Warrick attended the scene, looks of pure dread on their faces, remembering the last time they had been called out to deal with this sort of crime. They were the only two who could attend. Greg had gone quiet as soon as Grissom informed them what had happened. Catherine had fled home to Lindsey.

Nick had just sat there. Saying nothing. Doing nothing.

It was pure agony for him.

Ms. Melanie Banks stood in her living room, devoid of any sort of readable emotion. Her arms were crossed, and she was starring outside as Grissom and Warrick scaled her backyard for any sort of clue to the whereabouts of her daughter.

Brass stood in front of her, asking questions she didn't even realize she was answering. Did she have an enemy's? What had they been doing beforehand? Why had she gone inside? How long had she been inside before she realized Monica was missing? Had she noticed anyone acting strange around her house? A voice she barely recognized as her own answered him back. All she could think about was her daughter, and what was probably happening to her.

"Detective Brass?" Melanie asked softly, asking the question that had been plaguing her mind since her daughter's disappearance. "He has my baby, doesn't he?"

Brass didn't even have to clarify who 'he' was. Everyone is Las Vegas knew about "The Babysitter".

Brass nodded, his mouth formed in a tight line. "We assume so, yes."

Melanie took a deep breath, her perfectly manicured hand coming up to rest over her mouth, trying to stifle the soft gasp of horror that escaped from her mouth.

"This cant be happening," she whispered. "This… just cant be happening?"

Before Brass could reply, she burst out. "What the hell are you doing just standing there? GO OUT AND FIND MY DAUGHTER!"

Brass held up his hands. "We're doing everything we can, Ms. Banks. I just need you to calm down."

"DID YOU JUST TELL ME TO CALM DOWN?" she yelled, her body trembling. "YOUR DAUGHTER ISNT THE ONE WHOS BEEN KIDNAPPED!"

She collapsed onto the couch, her body shaking so hard she couldn't even hold herself up. Grissom and Warrick slipped back into the room, just as Brass had seated himself besides the hysterical woman. Brass looked up, and saw Grissom shake his head slightly, his entire body ridged.

They had nothing.

Nick Stokes was angry. In fact, the word anger couldn't even describe how he felt. He was fuming.

'He' had taken another child. That rotten excuse had taken another little girl. He was going to do to this little girl exactly what he had done to Emily.

Grissom had told him straight off that Nick was hands off. How could Nick be hand off? The same man who had brutally raped and murdered his own daughter was doing the same to another, and he couldn't do anything about it?

He was going out of his mind.

He couldn't deal with this anymore.

No matter what Grissom said, he wasn't going to sit by and let this happen again. No way in hell.

Grissom and Warrick had returned to the lab an hour ago. With nothing. Nothing at all. Not even a hair or fiber.

This guy was too good.

He sat in the locker room, his head resting against his locker. His mind was empty, but at the same time, it was buzzing.

Things hadn't been the same since Sara had left almost two weeks ago. She hadn't called him despite the fact he had called her countless times. He had no idea where she was. And it was killing him. He needed her.

It was driving him insane.

He couldn't change what had happened to Emily. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't turn back time. He couldn't blame himself anymore. He couldn't change that Sara had left. He could wish that she would come back, wish that when he got home, he'd find her curled up in his bed, but wishing wouldn't bring Sara back.

But he could change what had happened to Monica Banks. He would change what happened to her. Even if it took all his time, his entire mind, and everything he had, he would do what he hadn't done for Emily.

Save her.

Catherine pressed the stop button on the DVD remote, and tossed a glance in her daughter's direction. As soon as the call had come in, she'd come home to her teenage daughter, and hugged her for half an hour straight, without letting go. She and Lindsay hadn't really been on talking terms lately. But ever since Emily's death, Catherine had made an effort to spend more and more time with her. She could never imagine losing Lindsay. She saw how torn up Nick was, and knew Nick would never be the same.

She couldn't let that happen to herself. Her daughter was all she really had left. Her personal life was non existent, really, her job taking up enough time as it is.

She needed Lindsay.

Lindsay was asleep now, curled up on the other side of the couch. It was nearly 10pm, and normally Catherine would have been at work. But Grissom understood.

Tapping Lindsay's shoulder, Catherine stood up as her daughter let out a yawn.

"Wassa tiime…?"

"Time for bed?" Catherine suggested. Lindsay stood up, and meandered off to her bedroom, bidding her mother goodnight.

"Night, sweetheart," Catherine called out. She flopped down on the couch again, letting out a long sigh.

Just as the doorbell rung.

Confused, she got up. Who would be coming to see her? Wouldn't be Grissom. He'd ring. Maybe Nick? Needing a friend? God, he needed one more than ever.

She moved over to the door, and leant up to the eyepiece that allowed her to see who was waiting outside. She let out a soft gasp of surprise, and pulled the door open.

To find Sara Sidle on her doorstep, suitcase at her feet, and tears running down her pale cheeks.

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