AN: So here you get the cause for their panic. And what a cause it it.

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. I wish I did, cuz I have a lot of ideas that I wish that they'd put in the show.

In A Plexiglas Prison With You

Chapter Six: Cause For Panic

"How'd the picture search go?" Greg asked, trying to take everyone's mind off of the fact that their supervisors weren't getting along.

"Check it out," Warrick entered the room and showed them the pictures of the man with the grey triangle on his hand. Greg took a picture and looked closely at it.

"The triangle…" he breathed.

"What about it?" Nick asked.

"Bezich said that he saw a grey triangle on the back of his attacker's hand," Greg explained, "This is our guy."

"We were just going to get this to Brass to-"

"They're panicking!" Sara cut across Warrick. They bolted to the screen and saw Catherine and Grissom screaming and clawing in vain at the glass. The fear on their faces scared their colleagues more than anything.

"No, No, No…" Warrick breathed, feeling utterly helpless as he watched them panic, "Not now…you guys were doing so good!"

"What's freaking them out?" Greg asked, leaning closer to see if he could see the cause of their terror.

"They were fine a minute ago!" Sara cried in frustration.

"Hold it," Nick said calmer than he felt, "Look!" he explained, moving himself to the chair in front of the keyboard. He thought he had seen something on the other side of the glass. He clicked the mouse and zoomed in on a section of glass.

"You don't think it's ants, do you?" Greg asked as he watched Nick work. With bated breath, the four of them intensely watched the section of glass. Then a long shadow slinked by. It was big, with a pointed nose, a lifeless black eye, and a dorsal fin.

"Holy SHIT! It's a shark!" Warrick screamed, stepping back.

"Oh, God!" Sara choked out, her hand covering her open mouth. Greg pulled her close to him as Nick reached back and grasped her free hand as they watched in horror as this threat scared their friends to death.

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"God! I need out!" Catherine cried, breathing fast and hard as she pounded on the glass. She was crying and she didn't even care that Gil could see her. He paid no attention to her tears as he panicked and clawed at the sides. It was no use. He lay on his back panting as he stared through the top of their prison at the swarm of sharks gathered over their prison.

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"Brass!" Nick called as he ran down the halls towards the detective's office. Warrick was at his heels.

"What's up, guys?" Brass questioned as the two men panted in his doorway.

"They're in the ocean!" Warrick cried, "There's sharks all around them! They're panicking and screaming and-"

"The ocean?" Brass yelped, leaping to his feet.

"We've got to get to them, Jim!" Nick pleaded desperately, "We have to get them out of there!"

"I'm on it," Brass was immediately on the phone with his contacts in Los Angeles. It seemed logical, based on the time frame, that the most likely ocean was the Pacific. Warrick and Nick waited semi-patiently. Then something came to Warrick.

"The grey triangle…it's a shark fin…" he said in realization.

"Shark fin?" Brass questioned, listening to the phone ring on the other end.

"We found a common bystander in the photos," Nick hastily explained, "He has a grey triangle tattoo on his right hand. Greg said Bezich saw someone with a matching tattoo."

"Jesus Christ…" he trailed off, "Pack your gear up, boys," he ordered, "We're going to California."

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"Cath! Catherine!" Grissom shouted over her cries. She was hysterical. Seeing the terror in her face had sobered him. Her panicked breathing made a fog on the Plexiglas. He was scared that she was going to kill herself.

"NOOO!" she sobbed as a shark swam close to her side of the coffin. She clenched her eyes shut and whimpered.

"Cath, shh," he said as soothingly as possible, "Come on, Catherine. Come here," he pulled her trembling form close to him so the her head was buried in his chest. He felt her tears on his shirt.

"I-I don't want to die!" she sobbed, gripping his shirt tightly in her fists, forgetting all about their previous argument. When the fear took hold, she wanted the one who had always chased away her demons all those years ago.

"Catherine, I…I'm so sorry," his voice shook as blinked back his tears as he stared up at the underside of the animals that threatened their existence.

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"What's going on?" Lily Flynn questioned as she and her granddaughter watched the CSIs pack their gear into a Denali.

"Ms. Flynn-" Warrick started.

"Where are you going, Warrick? What about my mom?" Lindsey demanded.

"Lindsey-" Greg's tone was grave. She cut across him too.

"What do you know? Is she okay?" she questioned, "P-Please, Greg."

Greg didn't have the heart to resist her, yet he couldn't bring himself to tell her of her mother's fate.

"We're going to try to find her, Linds," he answered, "She's with Grissom and…well they're okay…for now."

"But where are you going?" Lily begged. Warrick hesitated.

"We think that they're being held captive in California," he admitted. Shock was evident on both Lindsey and Lily's faces.

"How do you know?" Lily asked, "What if you're wrong?"

"We…we know the manor that they're being held," Greg told her. There was something in his voice that scared Lindsey.

"Prove it," she demanded, "I want to know…" Panic flashed on Warrick and Greg's faces. They didn't want to show Lindsey the video of her mother struggling in the coffin. However, they both knew that Lindsey was stubborn, like Catherine, and wouldn't yield until she got what she wanted. Warrick let out a shaky breath.

"She's in a Plexiglas box with Grissom. They are somewhere on the bottom of the ocean with sharks swimming around them," he explained. Lily grasped her granddaughter's shoulders hard. Lindsey didn't even feel the pain in her shoulders.

"There's a website…it shows a live feed of them. You don't want to see it," Greg added, shaking his head.

"Guys! Come quick!" Sara called from the AV lab. Warrick and Greg weren't able to stop Lindsey from rushing into the room.

Below the video of Grissom holding a trembling Catherine, words flashed on the screen.

"'Entertained? Scared? Well, you'd better hope like Hell that none of those sharks take bite out of the air tube keeping Grissom and Willows alive. That would be unfortunate,'" Nick read.

"That's the only communication that we've got from the sick bastards and this is what they tell us?!" Nick asked angrily, "This is Bullshit!" he shouted.

"M-mom…" Lindsey whimpered as she stared at her mother sobbing into Gil Grissom's chest. Greg pulled her close to him, allowing her to cry on his chest. Sara couldn't help but empathize with the teenager as she stared into the screen.

TBC