Catherine knocked on the hospital rooms door. No answer. She entered the room softly. The mysterious woman lay on the bed and stared completely expressionless at the ceiling. Catherine grabbed a chair and sat next to the bed. She turned the device in her pocket on with an audible click. Their conversation would be recorded.
"How are you?"
"Fine." The voice of the you woman sounded eerie and undoubtedly bad. She had a Dutch accent. She also looked like she was about to throw up.
"How's the leg?"
"Great, the bullet hit nothing vital. I can go home…"
A awkward silence ensued. The girl in the bed grinned darkly:
"Well, 'home'…"
"You'll be picked up later. We're gonna have to take you into custody for now."
"Where is Charlie?" The young woman sat up straight all of the sudden and looked at Catherine with big eyes.
"Where is Charlie, please…" She gripped Catherine's hand.
"Charlie is safe with my colleges."
The girl lowered herself again and breathed heavily.
"I have to see him."
"You can do that later, first I have to ask you some questions and-"
"I committed the murder, Charlie had nothing to do with it." the girl interrupted Catherine.
"Alright… What's your name?"
"I'm homeless and I just happened to walk into that warehouse with my friend. I don't know her real name but we used to call her Flee. We saw the vault and once we were inside the door fell shut. We panicked and started a fight. Then I stabbed her with the knive. I also have it to protect myself. You know the rest."
The girl looked at Catherine tersely. Her lips were thin. The story sounded memorised. Catherine sighed.
"What's your name?"
A vague glimmer came over the girls eyes.
"He used to call me Darla…"
"Who is he?"
Darla's eyes became fierce.
"Stop!"
Warric, Grissom and Nick sat around the table and were having a discussion.
"Where is Sara?" Nick asked.
"Still with the boy." Grissom responded.
"She still hasn't managed to gain his trust and when I tried it just got worse," Nick sighed. "He just kept screaming."
Grissom nodded. "Same story here."
"We can't start to imagine what the kid must have gone through," Warrick threw in. He stared ahead contemplatively. "We can't investigate him either this way."
"I'm worried". Grissom's concern seemed genuine. "He hasn't drunk anything, eaten anything and he didn't get any eye-shut last night."
"Warrick's eyes lit up.
"Wait, I've got an idea, give me half an hour."
He stood up and ran out of the room.
Nick and Grissom stared after him.
"Woooow… that must be a brilliant idea," Nick smiled.
Greg burst into the room.
"Alright, this is incredible. I want a promotion."
Grissom smiled: "Sure, Greggo…"
"Those fingerprints, you know, the ones you lifted of the outside of the vault?"
"Get to the point, Greg," Nick said impatiently.
"They all belong to missing females, between 1993 and 2006. The girls were all taken at the age of 15." Greg looked proud.
Grissom stood half up, while Nick was still gaping at Greg.
"What?!"