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--o-- - Changes to a different scene, same place

I don't own CSI but i do own Ginnelle, her father, Grissom's kid, John and Mike, and a Christopher Patrick

Grissom looked around his office. It was exactly the same the way he had lift it. He had been with Sara just hours ago before the doctors and nurses had to kick him out; the visiting hours were over. He would have stayed just like he wanted to but he still had to help Alex and Ginnelle. Sara hadn't woken up while he was there but the baby that she carries was still alive and for that Grissom was thankful. The doctors promised that if anything changed in Sara's or the baby's condition that he would call him.

Gil lifted up his head as the person behind it knocks on his door. Grissom didn't respond but the door opened anyway. It revealed his whole team with Brass in front of them. They all had a distant look on their faces. He saw that Greg and Nick were the only people to have brought files with them.

"Grissom..." Jim called out to him Gil saw Jim's face, it was the face that Grissom saw many times when the person who own the face was giving bad news to someone. He knew that something was wrong.

"What is it Jim?" asked Grissom getting right down to the point like always. He never liked beating around the bush and he was not going to start liking it now.

"Grissom I call every prison in Las Vegas asking about if they released any body that has a connection to you. I got three replays back." Grissom nodded for Jim to continue even though he had a feeling that what Jim is going to say was something he wasn't going to like. "Well as I said three people are out that has a connection to you." Grissoms cut him off. He knew where this was going. Brass was just staling now.

"Just tell me who is mostly to have done this?" Gil said to Jim impatiently. Jim in turned sighed sadly.

"Gil, I'm sorry to say but the person that is most likely to do this is John Johnson." Brass finally got it out. Gil was too shocked for words. That guy who was put in jail because of what he did to Ginnelle and many others including himself. How did he get out? John was sentence to life without prowl in jail. Then another thought passed Grissom. How was Ginnelle reacting to this?

"How did that guy get out?" Gil asked him angrily but was well kept under control.

"He was released by mistake but by the time that the guards found out John was gone and under the radar." Catherine told Grissom.

"His brother?" Grissom asked. It was bad enough with John but it could be worst if his brother was there too. Catherine shook her head.

"He's still in lock up. It's just John, Grissom." Catherine tried to smooth Grissom but how can you smooth someone one after all of this.

"I know you all didn't come in here just to tell me that. What else did you guys find out." asked Grissom. Greg stepped up. He had gotten back for awhile now with a little more then when Nick and Warrick left.

"The results came back on the fibers, hairs, and blood at the scene." Greg began while opening his folder and giving the results to Grissom. At the mention of blood everyone in the room could see Grissom go rigid. "The fibers we found in Alex's room and yours were brown. I tested them and they came back cotton with skin cells on them. I had the skin cells compared to John's; they were a match. Then there's the hair strands that Nick and Warrick fond again in both rooms. They are also brown; short with a chunk of skin still attached to each hair." Grissom cut in.

"They fought back." Grissom stated. Greg nodded and pulled out pictures of the crime scene; his home.

"Yes, in both rooms there were signs of a struggle. Now the blood in Alex's room is both Alex's, Ginnelle's, and there was even some of John's blood on those walls. The bad part was most of that blood was Ginnelle's. It seems that Ginnelle fought him with everything she had." Greg stopped as he and everyone else saw Grissom clenching his fists ready to hit someone, mainly John. "In the other room it's the same but this time its just Sara's and again little blood was John's." Greg finished giving Grissom a chance to absorb the information given to him.

"That's not all Grissom." Nick stepped up. He opened his folder and pulled out a couple of pictures and handed them to Grissom. They were that pictures of the message that Greg found. "Greg found this message written in…blood, Ginnelle's blood." Nick hesitated on telling Grissom about the note. He was afraid of how Grissom was going to react to it. Surprisingly Gil didn't show any emotion at all. That only worried the team more. "We had a hard time reading it at the crime scene so I went to Archie to clear it up some more and this was what he got." Nick stopped and hand Grissom the photos of the now readable message. Gil looked at it and his blood froze on what it said.

Help us!

John…

-G

There was only one person that could have done this and that was Ginnelle.

"This is what we think happened." Warrick stepped in. "The girls get home…

-CSI Flash- (the ones when they show what's happening while they tell it)

"Sara got home around one. At least that was what the babysitter said. According to the blood and the time you got home we estimated a time line. John came around five get or take a minute." said Warrick's voice.

Sara was driving into their drive way and told Ginnelle that they were here. Ginnelle and her got out and ran up to the townhouse. It was late at afternoon and it was still raining. Once they got their Sara thanked the babysitter and the babysitter left.

"We found a CD player underneath the flipped bed; crushed with Sara's blood on it. From the medical report Sara was stress out. Probably from earlier that day and she just wanted to be alone for awhile. She couldn't hear anything that was happening so that supports way Sara's blood wasn't in Alex's room." Warrick explained and Grissom could think he could feel any worse. He wasn't there for her when she needed him just like he wasn't there for Ginnelle when she needed him.

Sara told everyone to change seeing as it was getting late and she had a feeling they weren't going anywhere soon. She did the same and after doing so she put on her head set around her ears and turned on the CD that was connected to it all the way up drowning out the sounds around her. She laid on her bed and tried to come down. Not hearing the beatings a couple of doors down.

"During this time Ginnelle and Alex were fighting John. Well mostly Ginnelle. The evidence suggests that Alex was taken out first. Greg had stayed behind when Nick and I left the area. He found one of Alex's little plastic houses in her toy box; it had her blood all over it. We can't know for sure but I'm guessing she was hit in the head. After that it seems that Ginnelle gave him a little beating herself leaving us the fibers and hairs before he could knock out Ginnelle. That and from the evidence that says your dog died first. He was probable barking. Not wanting to get caught so soon he had to silence the noise." Warrick told Grissom.

Ginnelle and Alex was in Alex's room playing house with these small toy houses that Grissom bought for Alex's fourth birthday. She's loved them ever since. They played for about 1o minutes when they both jumped as they heard the dog barking. They heard him bake or about a minute before they heard him whimper and sounded like he was in pain and then silence.

"Mommy?" Alex called out. They received no answer and the door began to open. Be fore Ginnelle could react the door ripped open to show her worst nightmare on the other end; John. He charged at them with bare hands and nothing more. Ginnelle had jumped up to protect Alex and herself but he pushed her away and went straight for Alex. While running he grabbed one of the houses and shot Alex in the head with it. Blood spatter went onto the walls and by then Ginnelle was up and launch herself onto John. He was knocked down and Ginnelle was punching scratching at him trying to cause as much damage as she could; ripping out his hair, his shirt, and any part of his body that was covered with clothing. Ginnelle yelped as John throws her off of him and pinned her down. She struggled for a bit but was stooped when John start to beat her. Ginnelle tried not to cry, trying not to give John the satisfaction of his beating. She was just wondering where Sara was. Was she even alright? Her thoughts and worries were cut off as John gave her one more punch and then she saw nothing but darkness.

"Once he was done with Ginnelle and Alex he went after Sara. The evidence says that John beat her not only with his hands and feet but with the lamp in your room." said Warrick. Grissom was starting into space. The lamp in the room was his idea. Sara didn't want it but he insisted. Now Gil regrets ever thinking about buying that lamp.

Sara was listening to her music when she saw the door started to open. At first she thought it was Ginnelle or Alex but she was died wrong when the door was swung open. She jumped up ripping off her head phones and CD player ready to fight. John came out her in the same manner as his did to Ginnelle and Alex. Sara fought him off the best she could. She cursed at herself for leaving her gun in the living room where Alex couldn't get to it.

Sara observed her surroundings as she fought off John. The bed was already flipped over, there was blood on the walls from both Sara and John but mostly Sara, the pictures that were in the room were either destroyed or on the floor, papers were everywhere, and she was running out of places to go to trying to dodge John's attacks. She knew that he was going to win, her strength was weakening. Then Sara saw gold as she swathe lamp that her and Grissom kept to light the room. Sara quickly grabbed the lamp and started to hit John with it. She had only gotten a couple of shots in before he caught the lamp in mid swing. He ripped it out of her hand and started to attack her with it. Sara was knocked to the floor and he continued until she stooped moving.

"While John was beating on Sara Ginnelle some how regains consciousness during all of this and writes the note in here with her blood." Warrick was done saying the last part of his story. Grissom smiled a little despite the situation. Ginnelle was good at leaving notes. Grissom started to think back about his own kidnapping and how the team explained what Ginnelle did for him with her notes. Grissom truly believes that if wasn't for Ginnelle he wouldn't be here right now.

Ginnelle moaned as she started to wake up from her beating. She could here crashing and smashing noises in Grissom's and Sara's room a couple of doors done. John was still here and was now beating Sara. She had to warn Grissom. She had to tell him that John was back. So painfully she reaches up to one of her many bleeding cuts and shakily started to write a message; short but it would get the warning through. Ginnelle started to hear foot steps coming back from Sara's room and Ginnelle realized that the crashing and smashing sounds stopped. She was worried for Sara but she had time to think about Sara later right now she had to finish the message. Once Ginnelle did though she knew that John would be able to see it and rub it off. So in order to hide it Ginnelle picked up the nearest think in her reach; a blank piece. The last think Ginnelle thought before she past out was how ironic that she was leaving messages again. 'Just like the good old days…' Ginnelle thought and then she was greeted with darkness once again.

-End Flash- (It's more of a flashback so just bare with it)

Grissom just sat there as everyone else stood waiting for his reaction. They never got one though for Grissom looked emotionless. He was trying to sort out things in his head. It was so much for one person to handle. He folded his hands and put his elbows on his desk while putting his head on top of them. The team thought about leaving to give Gil some time to think when they heard Grissom's cell phone vibrate on his desk.

Grissom looked at the ID on his cell phone wondering who could be calling if everyone is here. The ID came up 'unknown'. After five rings Grissom decided to answer it. At first all he could hear was fuzziness and other sound identifying that who ever was calling was in a bad area at the moment.

"Grissom." he stated into his phone like always. Gil waited for an answer but was greeted with silence. "Hello?" Gil asked the person on the other line if there was a person in the first place. Grissom was greeted with silence again and thought for a moment that the person who had called him was playing with him. That was until a voice was heard. The voice was low and soft like a whisper. And for the life of him he couldn't understand what the person was saying. "Hello?" he asked again to see if he could hear the person this time around. Then he heard it.

"Help…" said a little girl's voice. He knew that voice! It was Alex! She was telling him, asking him for help.

"Alex!" Grissom shouted into his phone while jumping up from his chair. Her voice was too small, weak, and fragile for her to be alright. The other's looked on in shock at what Grissom said. "Alex…" Gil whispered as he tried to get her to answer him but much to his fear she did not answer him back. Grissom pulled his cell phone away and told Nick to have Archie trace the call. Nick nodded and did so running out of the room. Grissom still had his cell phone to his ear just in case Alex started to talk to him again. Not too long later Archie and Nick ran into Gil's office.

"I got the location." Archie said to them out of breathe. He was a lad rat not a CSI. He told them where he traced the call to and the other piled out like a stampede. They knew where Alex was. Now they were going to get her.

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Ginnelle woke up with a groan. Her body was in so much pain, she could hardly move. Alex... thought Ginnelle. With all of the little strength she had left, she hoped that at least Alex got away. Ginnelle tried to remember what had happen to her. John and her were shooting at each other. Then when she ran out of ammo to shot John charged her. It was all body and strength now. Those were the things she did not have at the moment and John being the taller, stronger, and bigger of the pair easily pinned her down. John had beaten her before he dragged her back to the abandon house.

Now there she was laying there hoping and praying that the pain that was going through her would end. The room she was in was just like the others; stains everywhere you look, grime on the walls and floor, and other things that Ginnelle wasn't sure of. Tears started to silently come from her eyes. Ginnelle closed them in hopes that the streaks of water would stop.

Grissom... she thought about him too. Was he worried about them? Did he get the note that she left him? Did he even know it was John? Ginnelle hoped so or all hope would be lost. Ginnelle started to move her hand and arms but wince in pain from the bullet wound in her shoulder that she received from John. When the pain subsided Ginnelle tried again but more slowly and more carefully. She felt that she had bounds on her hands and then Ginnelle tries her feet. With out too much pain she realized that her ankles woo were in restrains. Back to square on.Ginnelle thought dryly and for once remand still. She was not going to fight or to escape again. Her body could only take so much and right now her body was at its limit. It could do no more.

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Alex groaned as she got up from the ground. Alex looked around only to discover that it was pitch dark out. That really scared her but she had other things to think or at the moment. She gets up wondering what had happened. She remembers calling her daddy… 'Daddy?' Alex screamed in her head as she scrabbles to get to the cell phone that was laying beside her. "Daddy?" she asked once she got a hold of the phone. No one answered but was greeted with the dial tone that appears when the phone was off the hook. She sighed thinking that her daddy wasn't going to find her but she was far wrong.

Alex jerked her head up and dropped the cell phone as a twig snapped as the being put pressure on it. Not wanting to find out if it was just an animal or it was the bad man John coming for Alex got up to run. She almost lost her balance when a dizzy spell hit her from getting up too fast. Once she regained her balance she ran from the direction of the noise leaving the cell phone there where she had dropped it. Alex ran as fast as she could. She continued to run until Alex found herself out of the trees and next to the side of a road. Hope started to dig into her heart. This could be her chance to help her Aunty G. Alex looked around for any signs of people or even a phone. She maybe a five year old but she wasn't stupid. Plus being born and living with the parents that she has, it's no wonder why she's so smart.

Her search came to a stop as her blue eyes landed on a gas station a couple of feet away. Running a fast as her little legs could carry her she ran all the way to the gas station. Alex ran to the door that belonged to the store in the gas station and stopped to catch her breath. She wiped her face off and unknowingly to her she left a blood hand print on the door way as she pushed off from it using her hands. A bell rang through out the store as she pushed on the door. The store was empty and silent. It only scares Alex more for the room was dark besides the light that the moon gave off.

"Hello?" Alex called out into the darkness. She began to walk around the store to see if she could find someone. A shadow past by Alex as she walked around the store. She stopped and turned swiftly. There was nothing there. The shadow came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. Alex yelped while jumping and tried to get away from whatever was holding her.

"Whoa, Whoa. Hold on there little miss." came a man's voice from the shadow trying to calm her down some. It worked for the most part and her let her go. Alex turned around to face the shadow once he had let her go but it was too dark. She couldn't see who it was. The man saw that the little girl in his store couldn't see him so he walked over to the light switch to turn on the lights. When the man flicked the lights on Alex had to close her eyes for a few seconds. Her eyes were so use to the dark by the time the lights came on that when they did the lights blinded her for a moment. Once Alex reopened her eyes again she saw a young man a little older than her Aunty G standing there in place of the shadow. He had dark hair almost black with light blue eyes. He had on a grey t-shirt with blue jeans on. The man slowly came up to her in fear that he would scare her if he moved too fast. Once he got to the little girl he kneeled down to he knees trying not make himself more imitating then he already was. He had scared her before he did not want to scare her again.

He was just about closed up for the night and was ready to leave when the bell above the door jingled telling him someone else was in the store. When he looked around to see if he could find the person he saw no one. That was until he looked more to the ground. That was when he saw her; a little girl had walked into his store wondering around. He had frightened her when he touched her but he didn't mean too. Now here he was looking at the same girl but now in the light he wondered what had happened to her. She was filthy with her clothes torn up. He had to double look again. She was in pajamas! Then he looked back to her face. She had a gash on her cheek and from his view another gash on her tiny little head.

"Little girl, what happened to you?" he asked her. She wouldn't take to him. "Come on you can tell me." He tried again but only got a shake of a head when he did. "Why not?"

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers. My mommy and daddy said so." she said in a small voice. The man in front of her nodded his head in understanding.

"That's true. Ok, how about this? I'll tell you my name and then you will tell me yours. Sound fair?" the man asked her. Alex nodded her head. "My name is Christopher Patrick or Chris for short. Now what's your name?" Chris asked her.

"M-my name is Alexandria Grissom but not one calls me that unless I'm in trouble. So you can me Alex." Alex said shy at first but proudly at the end. Chris nodded, though her last name seemed so familiar. He wondered where he had heard it from but shrugged it off for now.

"That's a beautiful name." Chris commented. Alex's cheeks grow hot at that.

"Thank you. My daddy gave it to me." she told him. Chris again nodded. Now it was time to found out why she was in this condition.

"Alex, can you tell me what happened to you?" Chris asked her softly. Alex nodded with tears coming into her eyes. Chris saw this so he left her to get a chair of Alex to sit in. Once he came back with a simple metal fold up chair he told Alex to sit on it. She did so and started to tell him about the bad man taking her and her Aunty G away to some place she didn't know. The noisy she heard when the man left with her Aunty G. John slapping her and the escape.

"Aunty G told me to run but I didn't so she yelled at me. I did run but Aunty G stayed with the bad man. I had a cell phone. I called my daddy but I don't know if he got it. I can't remember. I think I fell asleep. When I woke up it was dark and I heard a noise so I ran and ended up here." Alex finished her story.

Chris was now sitting on the store floor giving Alex his complete attention. His heart broke while Alex spun her story. He also wanted to know who the kids' Aunty G. Chris knew that that name wasn't the person's real name obviously so he wanted to know the girl's real name. Then he thought about how Alex described her. This Aunty G person sounded like a kind and thoughtful woman. He liked that in his women, not the sluty and 'buy me everything' type of person. Chris shook his head at his thoughts. He didn't even meet this girl yet and already he was interested in her.

"Alex, who is your father?" Chris asked. If Alex really did call her father then he could help her and her 'Aunty G' out.

"My daddy's name is Gil Grissom." Alex said to him. He was in fact shocked. He had heard of Grissom on the news all of the time and he mentally cursed at himself for not connecting the names. So this is his daughter. She obviously has his eyes. Chris thought as he looked at her again finding traits that were painfully similar to Gil Grissoms'. Chris thought also who Grissom was married to knowing that the brown hair didn't come from him.

"Lets get your daddy." He told Alex and he immediately saw her face light up at the idea. Chris chuckled in his head as he saw her face. It was cute. Alex hopped off of her chair and ran to him. She jumped into his arms as he was getting up. If it wasn't for that he was expecting it he would have fallen over from the force of it. Chris walked to the phone in the back of the counter and dialed the crime lab in hopes that he would be able to reunite Alex with her father. He knew too that Alex's father was worried sick about her and would do anything to have her safe again.

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