I Know I'll Never Love This Way Again

Grissom and crew had set up their hotel suite as a mini lab; they had brought an abundance of equipment to assist in their quest to find Sara. This included a license plate identifier.

"Greg what is the license plate of that vehicle" Catherine asked.

"312BUG" replied Greg.

As Nick and Warrick worked on identifying the owner of the license plate; Catherine questioned Greg on the description of the vehicle.

"You have to concentrate Greg. What did the vehicle look like? Did you see the culprit who took Sara?"

Greg rubbed his temples. "I'm feeling tired Catherine, I am extremely frustrated. I have told you what I know. It was a dark colour vehicle with that license plate and no, I did not see the face of the person who took her. He had a mask of some kind on."

"The vehicle seems to belong to a "Charlotte Jonson" Nick said. "That is who it is registered to according to the DMV"

"Do you have an address for this Charlotte Jonson" asked Grissom. "that is the name of Sara's rival – remember"

"Some P.O. Box is given as an address. No actual street address" Warrick said.

Grissom slammed down his hand on a table in frustration.

"Don't you worry Griss, we will find her. She will be fine. No one will hurt her"

"These guys are slick Nick. They outsmarted Ecklie. Now I know we're not big fans of that man, but Ecklie is a pretty smart man. To outsmart him…and get away with it, we may be dealing with some very bright human beings." Grissom said.

"Ok. I've a thought. Look them up in the databases" Nick said to Warrick. "Look up Charlotte Jonson first"

Warrick typed in Charlotte Jonson to the data base and nothing came up. They tried a few more names, names they had received from the list that Ecklie sent them. The list of the bogus CSI team at that Frisco Lab. There were a few hits in CODIS. A hit on a man named Oscar Luis. A very violent man with a past and convictions. Seems he has met Charlotte when he was out on parole and Charlotte had failed yet another CSI field training exam and was kicked out. She was in a very angry mood at the time and still blamed Sara for everything. She had been in the café eating and drinking and that is when Oscar came in. He had tattoos everywhere, a real bad boy. Charlotte knew in an instant he was the perfect man to help her. With the help of her father, Charlotte and Oscar created a bogus crime lab, hired a bunch of 'actors' from UCLA and paid them well to act like CSIs. They had faked every single permit and whatnot they needed to start the Wellington Division of the Frisco crime lab. It was in business only a few weeks when Jonson contacted Conrad Ecklie, because he knew that Sara worked for his lab. The rest, as they say is history.

"All this because Sara beat out Charlotte in her CSI training" Greg said aloud.

"Jealousy works in mysterious ways." Said Catherine and looked at Gil.

Grissom was too busy rubbing his temples – he felt a migraine coming on again. "Do you have an address?" he asked.

"Working on it" Nick said as he made a few phone calls to a variety of people he knew in town.

"We have an address" Nick proclaimed finally and waved the paper all around showing his colleagues.

Grissom took charge. "Here is what is going to happen. Warrick and Nick you two get in your vehicle and drive to Charlotte'shouse, where I assume she lives with Oscar. Do not make any sudden movements or approach the house. Just stand guard. Catherine you and I are to be there too, only on the opposite side of the road, that way we're covering both areas. Greg, you stay here and take care of all the computer work, you know what to do. "

The two teams got into their vehicles and headed to Charlotte's house. Greg was sort of happy that he was left back at the suite – this way too, he could track the two teams and warn them if he saw anybody coming (tracking device on the vehicle – and he had an aerial visual of the surrounding area. He would be able to spot anybody in a 5 mile radius around the targeted house. If any member of the bad guy squad were to escape from a back window, Greg would know and would alert the others.

Meanwhile inside, things were not getting any better… Sara was in grave condition and was not waking up.