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Note (count): I couldn't think of any of the Dayshift characters from the show, so I just made them up.

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Chapter 5:

Sunday, 7:47 p.m.

"Are these the surveillance tapes from the convenient store murder?" Asked Carol Pratt; Dayshift supervisor.

"Yep," Answered Archie Johnson, who was rewinding one of the tapes, "I was just about to start watching, wanna join me?" She nodded, and pulled up a stool.

"Time of death was between six and seven o'clock yesterday, so start it around there." Carol said.

He did as he was told, and they began to watch.

Four people could be seen walking in, but their faces were blurry because of the distance between them and the camera. Two appeared to be female, the other two male. The women went to the bathroom for roughly four minutes, and then joined the two men.

The next scene caused both the lab tech and CSI to gape at the screen.

Just as the horrific scene ended, Greg walked past the room.

"Greg!" Archie called, Greg jolted to a stop and turned to face him with a 'what do you think I did now?' look.

"Greg, I think you should see this." Archie rewound the tape, and Greg was speechless.

"I've gotta find Catherine!"

In less than a second, Greg was running down the hall.

XX

"Cath, in all honesty, I don't think Grissom is mad at you." Nick said, looking at a very stressed Catherine.

Catherine and Nick sat in the break room. Neither had had much sleep in the past two days, and they still had close to no leads on the case. Everyone on the Nightshift had put in several hours of overtime; refusing to hand the case over to days. It had been a very long two days, and everyone was close to collapsing.

"He should be." She sighed, "I mean, it kind of is my fault that Sara got put into this. If I'd just stayed home, then-"

"Then we'd be looking for you and Lindsey."

She looked up at him, he had a point.

"I just…can't help but feel sorry." She said in a hushed voice; and mainly to herself.

"Catherine, you don't need to apologize for anything. None of this is your fault." Grissom said as he came walking into the room; startling both Nick and Catherine.

"Gil-" She stopped at the sight of Langston walking into the room.

"I've got the fingerprint results, but it only confirms half of our theory."

"Half?" The three asked in unison.

"All five prints came back to Jacob Collins. He was in the system for a B and E about ten years ago. So, it really isn't anything new."

"So we still don't have a lead." Nick said in a frustrated tone.

"What if we don't get anything by Thursday?" Catherine asked, slightly panicked, "I don't have fifty thousand dollars just layin' around in the bank!" She looked down at her watch, it was now eight o'clock.

Grissom placed a reassuring hand on Catherine's shoulder. "I'm sure if everyone pitches in, we can get enough."

"No way, Gil. I'm not going to beg everyone for money. They shouldn't have to pay for something they had no control over." She said, rubbing her face with one hand.

"Cath," Grissom started, but before he could explain, Greg came bursting through the door, his face slightly red, and he was out of breath.

"You guys gotta see this." He breathed, and guided the four of them back to Archie's lab.

"Carol?" Catherine asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I was working a case," She began, "It was a murder at an old convenient store, we got the tapes back and…well, I thought you'd want to see this." She pointed to the screen, signaling Archie to press 'play'.

"Oh my god…" Grissom breathed as Sara and Lindsey looked straight at the camera. He could almost feel his heart stop as they both dove to the ground, and the cashier swung his bat at the two men, hitting one of them.

All of their eyes widened as the man who was still standing pulled out a gun, and shot the cashier four times.

Catherine nearly fainted when the man with the gun slung Sara into a nearby shelf, and put the gun to Lindsey's head.

"Did you get a shot of their car?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, just give me a sec…" Archie said as he pressed several keys on the keyboard, and a new shot appeared. The man had one hand pointed at Lindsey, and the other on Sara's arm. He through them both in the back of the car, and the headed out of sight.

"Zoom in on the license plate!" Catherine said pointing at the car.

Again, Archie mashed some keys and the screen zoomed in on the license plate.

"Archie-"

"I know, I know, I'm looking it up." Archie said as he pulled up a different screen on his computer, and typed in the plate's code.

"Car's registered to a Brian Collins."

A wide smile spread across Langston's face. "There's the second half of our theory."

"What's his address?" Asked an anxious Greg.

"No, don't look at the address," Grissom protested, "see if he owns anything. Like a cabin or something."

"Says here he owns a small cabin…" Archie couldn't help but grin, "About twenty miles up the road from the convenient store."

Before anyone could respond, Catherine had already whipped out her cell phone, and began to dial Brass's number. After giving the detective the directions, she hung up. She glanced back down at her watch, it was now eight fifteen.

We've got 'em She thought, and for the first time in almost three days, she smiled.

XX

Sara hurt in a lot of places; her head, her stomach, her arms and her legs, but the place she hurt the most, was her heart.

She didn't think it was possible to feel this horrible.

I told her she could trust me…

She couldn't stop the one tear that fell from her eyes as she looked at Lindsey, who was lying on the ground, holding her stomach with one arm, and rubbing it with the other.

The poor child was now covered in bruises. Sara had done so well to protect her, but now…

…Now she looks like she should be in a child abuse commercial.

And so did Sara.

After the incident at the convenient store, they'd both been beaten as some sort of 'punishment'. Sara had tried her best to protect Lindsey, but (even when she was trained in weaponless defense) she was no match against the two men.

Even though that had been a day ago, it still hurt as though it was only a few moments ago.

She prayed that someone was looking for them.

She didn't think-no, she knew- that they couldn't take much more of this.

It's all my fault…

…I told her to she could trust me…

…I should have known better.

She wanted so badly for this to all be over. She wanted to just go home and see her husband's bright blue eyes, and smiling face. She wanted him to kiss her, and feel his beard tickle her face. She wanted him to hold her, no matter how bad it hurt.

But if this torture continued, none of that would ever come true.

The thought of never seeing Gil again caused more tears to slide down her cheeks.

She thought of the last conversation that they had together. She felt a little better knowing that she'd told him that she loved him.

But I didn't get to say goodbye…

She leaned her head back against the wall as the tears continued to fall.

She looked out the window, and noticed that the sun had already set. Had they really been gone for only two days? It felt so much longer, and their condition made it look even longer.

She looked back at Lindsey, who seemed to have fallen asleep. She looked nothing like the spunky teenager Sara had seen two days before. Neither had eaten anything in since Friday, and it was starting to show on both of them.

"I'm so sorry." Sara cried in a whisper, closing her eyes, and falling into a dreamless sleep.

XX

Monday, 12:02 a.m.

I can't wait…

…I'm a murderer now…

…They're looking for me…

…It's only a matter of time…

…I have to leave now…

…It's now or never…

Brian was pacing in the front room. Jacob had fallen asleep hours earlier, and he knew that this was going to be his only chance. He knew that the cops must have discovered the body by now, and it was only a matter of time before they found the cabin, and arrested them.

No, Brian thought, they're going to arrest Jacob, I'm not going to be here.

With that, he quietly grabbed the keys off the couch, and headed out the door. He looked over his shoulder one last time; noticing Jacob still sleeping on the couch, and closed the door behind him.

This was all his idea anyway. It's his fault that I'm here in the first place.

What did Gerald ever do for me anyway?

Nothing.

So why should I risk my life to help him?

He stuck the key into the ignition, and started the car. The headlights lit up the surrounding area.

"Damn!" He swore out loud, quickly turning the lights off and pulling out of the driveway.

Once out, he slammed his foot on the gas, and headed in the opposite direction of the city.

He was headed to Mexico, and no one was going to stop him.

XX

Lindsey woke to a sharp grumbling in her stomach. She'd never been this hungry before; then again, she'd never gone this long without eating. Her eyes still closed, she rolled onto her back, and let out a quiet moan as pain shot though her body.

Suddenly the room became much brighter, and she could hear the sound of an engine running. She opened her eyes, and noticed a light coming in through the window. She got to her knees, and (even though it hurt like Hell) she crawled over to Sara, shaking her gently.

"Sara," She whispered.

"Lindsey?" Sara asked, opening her eyes, "Are you ok?" She nodded.

"Someone's outside." She said, pointing to the window. Both got to their knees and peered out into the night. Suddenly the lights switched off, and they could see a lone figure in the front seat.

"Are…are they leaving us?" Lindsey asked, looking up at Sara.

"No…only one of them is." She answered after not seeing anyone else in the car.

"Why wouldn't he take his brother?"

"Because he's a killer now," Sara said, looking back at Lindsey. "If he's caught, he gets put away for life, may be even the death penalty."

"But why leave his brother?"

"Payback for getting him into this mess."

The car was out of sight now, and the room fell silent. Sara leaned her back against the wall, and allowed herself to slide back down to the floor, covering her face with her hands. She felt Lindsey place a hand on her shoulder, she looked up and faced her.

"We're going to get out of here," Sara said, looking into the teen's eyes. "I promise." She looked up at the ceiling, remembering that she'd also promised that she wouldn't let the men hurt Lindsey.

Look how that turned out She thought, looking at her bruised arms.

"I know," Lindsey smiled back, giving Sara's shoulder a light squeeze, "I trust you."

Aaww, what a sweet moment! So sorry for the long wait, I hope this was worth it! Remember to review! J I'm thinking about going back and naming these chapters, should I?