AN: Okay I have edited all the chapters in this story and now I'm going to write a new one for all you faithful readers! Hope you like it and please review. I really do love reading what people have to say about my lovely and sometimes weird stories. Alright now on with the story!

Chapter Four:

Catherine was to her spot with tears fresh in her eyes. Many faces where beginning to turn and look at the screaming babies. Gil looked ready to scream himself as he continued to reread the letter over and over again. Nick, Warrick, Sara, Bobby, and Archie all stood off to the side not sure what to do. Then Catherine spoke.

"At least we know it's not Sara," She slightly laughed. "Or Archie. Or Bobby."

"Yeah," Nick mumbled looking at Sara quickly. "Yeah Cath."

"But then again that's just the opinion of a child who just ran off to a criminal!"

"Catherine," Gil said shocked. "She is just …"

"An idiot," she snapped grabbing the letter and rushing out of the building and into the parking lot. Everyone followed after her, Judy the receptionist had taken the twins to an isolated location trying to calm them down. It wasn't work they just continued to scream and scream, at least no one in the lab was being distracted from there work anymore.

Catherine was already climbing into her Denali when the others finally got near her. She locked all the doors just as Gil finally got to it. He began banging on the windows and trying to open the door. The others were behind him yelling for her to get out of the car. Tears streamed down her face.

"Catherine please unlock the door," Gil begged. "Please let me in."

"I love you Gil," she whispered and reached into the glove box pulling out her spare piece.

"Catherine!" Everyone yelled at once. "Catherine don't," Sara called. "We will find them."

"You do that," She called and they all fell silent. "While I go to my baby."

They watched as she put the gun down on the passenger seat along with her police issued 9mm and then speed off into the street, nearly causing three accidents. Gil began shouting orders at them. Warrick, Greg, and Nick (to Sara's dismay) were told to go with him after Catherine. While Sara was going to stay, since technically she was still a suspect, and process what evidence she could. Brass was already being contacted and informed on what was happening.

When they got to the scene they found Catherine's car pulled up to the yellow tape and empty. Brass and two police cars pulled up behind them everyone climbing out with there weapons drawn. "I want you four to let us clear the scene," Brass yelled glaring at Gil. "You shouldn't have come."

"It's my daughter and my wife," he yelled upset. "I travel to the end of the world to save them."

"Just clear the scene," Nick called his own gun drawn. Warrick and Greg stood with him their own guns drawn. Gil though was looking in a different direction. As the cops, Brass and the three CSIs headed towards the front door of the large house Grissom went in the opposite direction. Something yellow had caught his eye. When he got closer he began to sprint. The yellow was a taxi cab and the driver seemed to be in pain.

"Help me," the driver called. Going around to the driver's side he noted that the man had a bullet wound in his left shoulder and one in his arm. "Tried to help her."

"Help who," he asked helping the man out onto the sidewalk. "Was it a little girl?"

"She was so determined," the man said. Looking into the cab he saw the id tag of the man hanging from the rearview mirror. His name was Antonio Benedetti. "The basterd shot me when I tried to pull her away. Hit my arm. Then he got my shoulder."

"Who," he asked again pulling his shirt off and ripping it in half. Tying one half around the bullet wound to the arm and then one around the shoulder the best he could. The bleeding slowed a bit but he had no idea how much blood the Antonio had already lost. "Who did you try to help?"

"The woman," Antonio said before passing out. Grabbing his cell phone he quickly dialed for an ambulance. The others walked out of the house holstering their weapons.

"Gil! Hey man the house is cleared," Nick called.

"Yeah. We think that Catherine may have ran after the person or got taken too," Warrick called.

"Gil!" Greg had stopped at the Denali and was turning in circles looking for him.

"Over there," Brass pointed towards him. They heard an ambulance in the distance and rushed towards them. All had a feeling that it wasn't Catherine or Lindsey. Reaching Gil only confirmed there fears.

"First wound was to the arm second the shoulder," Gil informed. "Got it trying to save a woman."

"A woman," Nick asked. "Catherine?"

"Not confirmed," he replied. "Sometimes people call young girls woman."

"Lindsey," Greg asked. All he got in response was a look behind him. Turning he spotted the ambulance pulling up.

"What happened," the female who drove asked.

"Man got shot by a suspect in a murder and the kidnapping of two people possibly four," Gil informed. "First shot to the arm second the shoulder. I have slowed the bleeding but I'm not sure how much blood was lost previously. He passed out a couple minutes ago, most likely from blood lost. He told me he was wounded trying to save a woman, of what age or who we are not yet sure."

"Anyone one of you family," the first male paramedic asked getting to work on him. The other male, who all noticed as Hank, was getting the oxygen going.

"No," Greg said. "We just found him."

"Anyone have any idea what he was doing here," Hank asked.

"Nothing to confirm suspicions," Gil glared at him. "Nick why don't you go back and help out Sara. I'm sure seeing you will calm her nerves."

"Let's get going," Hank said with a slightly disappointed look. "Anyone coming back with him?"

"Greg," Gil informed.

"Yes sir," Greg hoped into the ambulance. The female shut the doors and climbed into the driver's seat rushing off. Brass dismissed the two officers leaving only him and Gil. Warrick had headed back with Nick.

"I'm worried Jim," Gil told him looking towards the direction the driver's door of the cab was facing. "Either this … this person has both of them or Catherine is somewhere out there hurt. How do we know he didn't just shot her somewhere and leave her to die?"

"How do we know she just didn't run out of gas and haul a cab back to the lab," Brass replied.

"Because she wouldn't have left a bleeding man behind," He replied. "She is out there somewhere. Either wounded or close by or in the words of Antonio Benedetti this basterd has her."

"Want to start searching," He responded.

"Can't. I'll call in days. They will process this scene and then help out on the bigger case. I also want every one of your men searching for any sign of Catherine or Lindsey. This scene is to be watched continuously."

"Alright," both pulled there cells and started dialing. When they finished with there calls they got the crime scene tape and set to work. "Need a shirt?"

"Yes please." Taking the offered shirt Gil sighed.

-Catherine-

This was not the most brilliant plan she has come up with before. By the time she got to the scene nothing had happened yet. Lindsey was leaning against the cab talking to the driver who refused to just leave her somewhere alone. So holstering both her guns, one on her belt another in the holster attached to her leg, she exited the Denali. But just as she started walking over to Lindsey, ready to give her a piece of her mind, another Denali pulled up.

The Denali looks exactly like the ones all the CSIs drive and our issued. Walking faster she stopped just behind where Lindsey was standing. Lindsey walked to the Denali, held a short conversation with the driver then climbed into the back seat. Rushing around she headed towards the Denali.

"Freeze Catherine," the driver yelled his voice high pitched. He or she had obviously used helium to change their voice. Continuing to rush forward she was pulled back by the cab driver when a shot went off. He released her screaming in pain as another shot went off this one hitting him in the shoulder. She went to help him but another shot went off hitting her in the leg. "I said freeze."

"Okay okay," no longer mover she bit back the pain in her leg. "Please let Lindsey out of the car."

"No but since you're here why don't you get in next to her," who ever the person was sounded happier.

"Why? I thought you only wanted her," she called looking at the bleeding cab driver. His hand reached out grabbing her foot.

"Help me," he whispered. "Please help me."

"Help is on the way," she whispered.

"I said get in the car now," yelled the driver of the Denali.

"Okay okay," limping over she went to the back door.

"Passenger seat."

"Why can't I be in the …"

"Now," the person snapped. Obeying she limped to the passenger seat and climbed in. She had just enough time to look out the window at the hurt man and pray she was right about the help before they were speeding off down the road. Looking in the rearview mirror she saw another Denali pull up near hers and four men jump out. Shortly followed was Brass's car and two cop cars.

She watched as Gil rushed to the man and sighed in relief. The man she left behind should be okay now. To her dismay though no one noticed that the two people they were searching for was just a couple seconds down the road. But she swore she saw Gil look her way but it was too late they turned the corner. "Where is Brittney?"

"She is fine," the voice was beginning to turn back to normal so he pulled out another thing of helium and took it in. At least now she knew it was a guy. He spoke again with his high pitched and annoying voice. "I left her some place safe. Some place she will be found."

"Where?"

"No questions from the child," the man said glaring at Lindsey through the rearview mirror.

"Why can't she ask questions," Catherine spat. "She is the one you wanted in the first place."

"Ah," the man looked at her. The hat and sunglass he wore black sunglass so she couldn't figure out who he was. "But that was just the beginning of the plan. You have jumped it forward a bit."

She let out a scream as the car began to bounce. A gun met her head when she went to grab her wound. Just as she was about to speak they pulled to a stop. Looking out the window she squinted her eyes in the bright sun. Yep her plan had gone down the drain. It went from helping Lindsey to being another kidnap victim. The question was who was next. Obviously this man had a plan. Just what was it and were they all going to die.

-Brittney-

She awoke in a hospital bed. How she got there she didn't know. All she knew was that once her eyes opened she saw many balloons surround her along with flowers and unopened presents. And a man jumping up from the chair next to her and enveloping her in a hung. "Matt? Matt your alive!"

"Yeah baby I'm alive," Matt said smiling. "Oh sweetie I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

"He didn't want me," she whispered.

-Gil-

The search party was on. The ambulance people had found Brittney lying right outside of the hospital and took care of her after contacting the police. Warrick and Greg were going over the video tapes while Nick questioned the still potential suspects. Though he wasn't allowed to question Sara it was okay they would do her later. Mia was in the lab running DNA test on the blood on the side walk. Brass was questioning Brittney who they were told awoke not long ago. The day shifters had finished processing the scene and were now helping nights.

Gil … well he was standing right where Catherine had been not long ago. He was looking at the ground confused. His eyes followed the blood pattern of the cab driver. Something confused him though. How was it that the cab driver had gotten back into the cab after being shot? And why did he do it? Was he calling in for help? And what was with the blood pool at his foot? It obviously wasn't the cab drivers. So whose could it be? Then it dawned on him. Crabbing his phone he called the hospital.

"Desert Palms how may I help you," young sounding receptionist said, obviously cheery despite her surroundings.

"I'm Gil Grissom with the Las …"

"Dr. Grissom hold on please," she said.

"Don't put me on …"

"This is Dr. Milbank," A male voice said cutting him off. "I worked on the cab driver that was brought it. If I'm correct you were the one that found him?"

"Yes," he asked surprised at how quickly his name got a reaction.

"We noticed blood on his hand but he didn't seem to have a found there," the doctor says. "After he woke and he asked him about it he was puzzled. Said he never touched his wounds. A Mr. Greg Sanders collected a sample of the blood before we went into ER. The patent requested to speak with you for some reason."

"Um … Okay I'll be there soon," hanging up he went back to his Denali and rushed off towards Desert Palms. All he did was open his mouth to get ready to speak and the receptionist told him where to go. It was odd but he figured they knew him by now. Entering the room he found it completely empty.

"Don't pity me my family is all gone," the man said with a smile. "Thanks for helping me. I take it you're here about the blood?"

"Why did you want to speak with me?"

"The girl," he frowned. "Lindsey. She talked to me. I rushed to get her to the scene because she said it was important. We had a long time to spare. She told me you were her dad. Told me what's going on. I didn't get a chance to grab her when the Denali pulled up but the woman … the woman I did. She wouldn't listen to the man when he said freeze so I grabbed her but he shot anyways. Shot three times actually. Don't know where the third went, I got the first two as you can see."

"This woman," he said through a tight throat. Stepping closer to the bed he sat down. "Did you … did you see where she went?"

"Your wife," he pointed at the ring on his finger. "She climbed into the front seat."

"The man's voice?"

"Changed," he shrugged. "What's so big about this blood thing?"

"If it's not yours then it's hers," he whispered then stood to leave.

"Mr. Grissom," he said making him turn at the door. "I hope they find your family before it's too late. Don't ever give up on them. Ever."

"T-thanks," once he exited the room he went to a pay phone and ordered some flowers and balloons for the man; his way of saying thank you. Then he called up the lab and told them to look up on the cab driver. When he was done he went to his Denali and climbed in. His pager went off and he read it. 'Results are in call Mia.'

A/N Okay not nice place to leave it but oh well. Please review.