Co-Author: CSI Kris and Verena

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Chapter 3

"I will cast the tire tread, and I think you guys should do a perimeter check one more time," Warrick mumbled as he leaned on his knees to make his plaster mix.

"Will do," Sara whispered as she took off.

"I'm going to look at the room Catherine was in just to make sure we didn't miss anything," Nick stopped as he shook his head. His jaw flexed briefly. It seemed her abduction was finally getting the best of him. "I swear if they hurt her…or Grissom…," he trailed off as he headed towards the house.

"He doesn't seem to be handling this well," Greg offered as he kept his eyes on Nick.

"He'll be fine. We just might have to redirect him from time to time," Warrick piped in as he looked up at Greg. He sat back and waited for the mold to dry as he poured it on the tire track.

"You know Warrick…I've been thinking. This whole abduction thing feels…I don't know--odd? It feels planned except for Catherine. Grissom is gone with no evidence left behind, but Catherine put up a fight. Were they not expecting this? Anyone that knows Catherine should know she's a fighter…probably more so than Grissom. If it wasn't for her kit being knocked over and the obvious struggle we found in that room…we wouldn't be expecting anything foul," Greg stopped as he took a breath of air. "This had to be planned. What are the chances of it being sadistic?"

Warrick stared at Greg as he took in everything he just summed up. The scary thing was his theory sounded very reasonable. Too reasonable. "Man…anything is plausible. Sadistic crimes are usually full of such anger which is very likely especially when someone in law enforcement is the target. The intended victim," Warrick shook his head before he continued. "I just hope for their sake…it's not. I wish it was random, but I don't see this being random at all."

"Are you okay," Grissom asked as he grabbed at Catherine's face.

"I'm fine," Catherine growled as she pushed his hand away from her face. Her cheek still throbbed from being back handed, and she knew a nice bruise would soon develop. It reminded her of the many fights that Eddie and she had together. They usually turned violent, and something inside her would always explode when he would aim for her face.

He frowned at her as he noticed the mark on her cheek turning a more intense red. "She hit you pretty hard."

"You think? Damn it Grissom! I told myself I would never…and I mean NEVER let someone hit me like that again," her voice boomed as she began to pace the room. "She hit my face?" She continued on incredulously.

"He hit you?" Grissom asked as he stared at her. She gave him a confused look until she realized he was referring to Eddie. "Ummm…YEP…until he realized I would hit back just as hard."

"Damn it Cath…I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I handled it and besides THIS is the last thing we should be worried about. What the hell do they want with us?" She asked as finally found herself standing right in front of him.

He was about to speak, but the door opening caused both of them to turn towards the noise. It was the woman kidnapper again, and Catherine felt her blood boiling. She needed a name for this bitch? Butch, perhaps because she fit and met the profile. Thank goodness, she was looking in her direction because Catherine barely had enough time to move her arms in time to catch a box of Playtex tampons being hurled in her direction.

Catherine watched as the turned her back snickering, and the anger took over her actions. She hammered the box of tampons back at the woman kidnapper, and smiled as the corner of it hit her square on her back. "I don't need anything from you," Catherine growled at her. "Nothing."

Before Catherine knew it, she was standing face to face with her. She witnessed in slow motion as the kidnapper's hand came up to strike her, and Catherine caught her hand inches from her own face. "I wouldn't do that again," she muttered as she pushed the other woman from her. "Screw your rules, and get the hell out of my face."

The woman stared on in amazement. Was Catherine really fighting her? She had some nerve. Guts. Holy hell did she look hot when she was angry. "I like you all hot and bothered. It's a turn on. I can only imagine what the boys will think," she smirked as she noticed Catherine's demeanor tense momentarily.

"OH wait…you're telling me that you all actually think?" Catherine snickered before she continued. "I put scum like you away for a living. Let me tell you how brilliant you are," Catherine growled on. Grissom looked at her with a worried look before he spoke. "Cath, seriously…," he stopped as she gave him a look.

"Your crime-- the one you think you have masterminded…is nothing more than a sick joke." Catherine's eyes widened as she watched the other woman walk out of the room before she set the tampons by the door.

"You will of course need these!"

Catherine charged the door full of energy as she banged on it. "What the hell do you want from us?" She breathed heavily as her emotions bubbled to the surface. "BASTARDS…What the HELL do you want?"