Authors Note: I couldn't let you have too much happiness at once lol. I decided to shake things up a little :) keep you on your toes. Oh and a bunch of people asked how much more I would be adding…the answer is LOTS! I have lots and lots of ideas about this story and it is nowhere near done yet! Enjoy! And Review!

Chapter 24 – Kidnapped

Sara sat in the break room, her head in her hands. "Why does everything happen to me?" she asked the table softly. She was seriously considering she was cursed when she heard people walk into the room. She didn't look up, just kept listening. To her amazement she hadn't cried yet. Maybe she was just in shock.

The meeting went by without Sara saying anything. She listened intently to what everyone else said, tying to work her brain for any idea as to where Nick could be. The group concluded that Catherine had been sent the letter because the kidnapper didn't know how to get to anyone else. He might contact her again so she was supposed to stay at the lab. Sure enough, by the time their meeting was over Catherine's cell phone was ringing. She listened to a few words then pressed speaker so everyone could hear.

"I bet you are wondering where he is." An evil and obviously modified voice rang in their ears. Catherine's face had gone white and Sara wanted to shout out to the man to give her back her Nicky.

"Y-yes I am," Catherine said nervously, biting at a fingernail.

He cackled into the phone. "You are going to have to work for that. I mentioned my price in the letter?"

"Yes. Where is Nick?" she demanded.

Again the cackle. "Wouldn't you like to know? You know my price. Get it to me and I give your precious Nick back to you."

"Why are you doing this?" Catherine asked, her voice getting a little shaky.

"Because you interrupted me!" he shouted. "You brought this on him! It was you! You and that bitch that walked in on me! I saw you with Jillian Haynes. You are perfect." His voice went from angry to obsessively longing. "You will get him back when I get the money," he said in a sing-song voice, "And I will see you later, Catherine." He hung up the phone and left the group staring wide-eyed at Catherine's phone. She shut it and threw it on the table, walking quickly out of the room.

Warrick stood up and followed her out. He followed her out into the parking lot where she stopped at her car. He walked up behind her and put a hand on her shaking shoulder. She sucked in a breath and spun around, clutching her heart.

"You scared me," she said, looking down and wiping a tear from her cheek.

"Sorry," he said.

Catherine stared at her feet. "Its ok, Cath," Warrick said, trying to comfort her.

"No, its not!" Catherine yelled. Warrick's eye brows shot up. She had never yelled at him before. "He scares the crap out of me! I hate being this scared of anything," she finished in a small voice.

"Cath, everyone would understand. The guy attacked you. Even the strongest person in the world would be scared of someone like that." Warrick stepped closer to the shaking woman in font of him. She was hugging herself as if she was cold, trying to stop the trembling. He reached out and touched her arm as she started crying again. He wrapped deep in a hug and held her head as she cried into his chest.

"Will you stay with me? Through this case," she asked after a minute or two. "I don't think I can do it alone." She looked up at him as he smiled.

"Definatly."

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Nick always slept in on Saturdays. It was his day off and he enjoyed lying in his bed like he didn't have to do anything all day. He relished his bed and sighed as he woke up but didn't open his eyes. He wanted to go back to sleep but couldn't there was something puzzling. He opened his eyes and met near complete darkness; expected. He tried to sit up but it didn't work. He was pulled back by his wrists. He lay back down, finally realizing that this was not his bed. He pulled on his left wrist, trying to get it to meet his right, but it only made it to his other elbow before pulling back. There was a small window off to his right. He could tell it was nighttime but not much else. There was a little bit of light coming from the moon and he tried to focus his eyes so he could see why he was restrained by the wrists.

He moved his arms around a little and something glimmered in the light. He did it again and realized he was chained. "Chained?" he thought. To what? Where? Why? He brought his hands together and tested the restraints. He followed his chain with one hand until he felt where it was chained to. Wrought iron. A wrought iron post. A wrought iron post? He felt it a little more. He was chained to the bed. Chained to the bed?

He propped himself up on his elbows and looked around. He couldn't tell how big the room was, were the door was, what else was in there with him. All he could really see was the right side of his bed and the floor below the window. He looked down at the bed he was lying on. It was an old fashioned bed with the wrought iron posts and a little design on the head board. The mattress had a sheet overtop of it but that was it. He had noticed the pillow at his head but it was lumpy and uncomfortable.

Nick started to wonder when he was going to get out. He tried to calm himself but he was panicking. He couldn't remember how he got here or what he was doing before he got here. He was wondering all these things when a flood of light appeared to his left. He squinted at the sudden change in light and saw that it was a door. The light was flooding in, only obstructed by a tall man, standing in the doorway.

"Hello, Nick," the figure said in a crazed voice. "Nick to finally meet you."