A/N Thanks to Kimmie for encouraging me to update by updating her story. Without her this chapter wouldn't have been started for another couple days. Well enough of this and on with the chapter

Chapter Five:

Gil drove straight to the lab after reading the page. He didn't want to call in and ask for the results. If he did and they were what he expected then he would have to explain why he never returned to the lab. Plus he needed to be with his twins, having already gotten many calls from various lab techs, secretaries, CSIs, and other people at and around the lab. Apparently they were still upset.

He shared the need to scream with them. But they seemed to be doing enough of it for all three of them. He was the adult and their parent so he had to get them to be quiet some how. Pulling into the parking lot he quickly claimed his and Catherine's parking spot. They normally came into work together with the twins, normally when Lindsey was away at school. Now the spot just seemed to remind him of what was missing at this moment. He knew that despite all of the effort going in to locating Catherine, who nobody suspected was taken, was pointless. But he appreciated it.

Mia was alone in her lab, haven't even read the results yet. When he entered her hands were shacking so bad she dropped the file twice. Finally he told her to take a seat and bent picking it up the second time. To his surprise his hands also began to shack. Some how some way he just knew that what he was about to read was not what he wanted to. As slow as he possibly could he opened the file. It was as though if he opened it slower then it wouldn't be as painful. Oh but how wrong he was.

"So," Mia asked ready to burst if she didn't get a reply. He met her eyes and she knew. "It's her blood isn't it?"

"The blood … the blood from both the victims hand and the street are … it's …"

"Whose is it Gris," Warrick asked entering. Nick, Sara, Greg, Archie, and a couple others were all gathered outside of the lab waiting for the answer. His eyes met those of Dr. Al Robbins, who should be down in the morgue right now working on well dead bodies, and Jim Brass who he thought was out helping to locate Catherine.

"It's … its Catherine's," he said. "Now get back to work or I'll fire all of you."

"Yes sir," was softly mumbled throughout the crowded and lab techs and day shifters disappeared. The spirit of the lab had grown dim at his response. The only people who remained were Robbins, Brass and the night shift CSIs.

"I looked at the pictures Gil," Robbins said. "And Jim took me to the scene. With how much blood I saw there it doesn't look to be too bad. I would suspect that it wasn't a through and through. Bullet might still be in her."

"Do you figure she has lost enough blood already," Warrick asked. "Give us an estimate of how long you think she has with this wound."

"Depends on where it hit," Robbins sighed.

"What do you mean," Jim asked.

"He means if she was hit in the stomach she'll probably die fast. More chance of it having nicked an internal organ or cause internal bleeding. If she was hit one of her knees then we're in deep shit and she could be dying at this very moment. Or be dead already," Gill snapped. Sighing he shuck his head. "Sorry I'm just …"

"You've lost your daughter and your wife in one day it is not your fault," Sara said. "Plus you're under a lot of stress with this new job as assistant director. Wouldn't be surprised if you retired early."

"We would." Nearly everyone standing around echoed smiling a bit more.

"Let's get to work people," Warrick shouted out to the lab. "We got people to find and a wounded CSI lets go."

Nick and Greg went separate ways down the hall. Warrick continued on to the garage where the taxi cab was being processed. Sara looked at Brass and both went to find a private place to question her more thoroughly. Robbins followed Gil off to his office while Mia got back to processing all the DNA she had.

Catherine was not a happy camper. Lindsey and her had been separated. The bullet wound looked like it might be getting infected. Her hair was a mess, but that wasn't her biggest problem. Her biggest problem was she had know idea where they were being held. The man who took them had forced her to put on a blindfold before she could get a good look at what as in front of her. She was sure it was some sort of house or storage facility. The sun had been shinning onto her side of the car so it wouldn't have mattered anyway. At least she knew she was in the desert somewhere.

The bullet had hit her just below the knee and it hurt like crazy. Glad she had put on two shirts she had removed her white blouse and tied it around the wound. The blouse was now and soft pink and slowly growing darker. The bleeding was slowing but she didn't know how much blood she had lost already. All she knew was she needed to get help. Good thing her captor didn't seem to be smart. When she was left in the room she still had her guns. The bullet had barely missed the one attached to her leg. She even had her cell phone.

Good thing she had turned it off before leaving the lab parking lot. The battery would be charged when she called for help. Maybe she would call Archie and have him trace her number. If she could only think straight. All her mind was saying was food. Yep food was what she needed. As if on cue the door opened and the lights were turned on. She was in some sort of storage looking room. There was a bed and a small dinning table.

"Don't want you starving just yet," the slightly altered voice of her captor said. "You have moved my plan ahead. You were to be saved for at least a couple more days. No worries you will have company soon. But only for a short while."

"I need a doctor," she replied. He tossed the bag of food supplies over at her. She watched planning on letting it hit the ground but it missed and hit her leg. A scream escaped her lips as pain shot through her body.

"You should have caught it."

"Where are Lindsey and John?"

"Eating a romantic dinner in there room. They are fine. No need to worry. Death won't be upon them for awhile. Depends on if they eat or not. Eat Catherine. Can't having you dying to early for Gil now can we."

"What … what do you mean?"

"Goodbye," he left locking the door behind him. Grabbing the back she stood grimacing in pain. Limping to the table she sat lifting her leg and placing it on the other chair. Opening the back she found sandwich supplies in there and pulled them out. The knife wasn't sharp. Just a butter knife to put on the condiments.

Lindsey was happier then her mom. Though she was upset they had been separated and she could no longer make sure the wound wasn't severe, which she hadn't been able to fully figure out on the way over. She was with John. A nice dinner with candles was on the dinning table in his room. But they were laying on the bed in each others arms. Happy with just talking. He had been upset to see she had come but then again happy she had.

"Lindsey," he whispered.

"I'm sorry I came but I had too."

"I know. But … you have blood on you."

"Mom … mom was shot," tears began going down her cheeks. He pulled her closer holding her tight. "She stumbled and I caught her. Do you know what this guy wants?"

"I don't know but I won't let him hurt you."

"And I won't let him hurt you."

"Lindsey I'm serious. If he comes near you and I jump up to defend you don't you dare try to protect me. Do you understand?"

"Yes but doesn't mean I'll do that. We will stand together John. That's how it's going to be."

Sara had left to go home early. They wouldn't let her near the case. Since the bullets removed from the cab driver matched those of her gun. Meaning that though she was no longer a suspect she couldn't work the case. So when she got to her house and already saw a Denali there she was suspicious. Pulling to the side she climbed out of hers and headed towards the other. Her mind was telling her to call for backup but her body was curious. Blame the CSI in her.

"Hello?"

"Get in or Nick will suffer," an altered voice said from the drivers seat. "I said get in."

"Who are you?"

"Catherine wasn't so questioning."

"Get out of the vehicle with your hands up," she ordered and then she remembered she had no gun. To her surprise the man did climb from the vehicle but he didn't put his hand up. Instead he lifted a rifle and shot. She gasped but fell to the ground. Tranquilizer. Lucky for her though he caught her before she hit the ground.

A/N Okay. What do you think?