Everybody pulled out their guns and started toward the sound. Horatio called for the SAPD. "How far into the trees do you think the shot was fired," Stella asked for anyone to answer.

"We'd be there by now if we knew," answered Grissom, a touch of irritation in his voice and a bit out of breath. The sounds of sirens filled the air.

"You go back and meet them Stella," Mac ordered. Stella nodded and started going back. A few minutes later, Horatio, Grissom, and Mac gave up trying to find where the shot came from and started back. "That was a lost cause," stated Mac.

"Yes, it was," Horatio replied sounding a bit worn out. Grissom squatted down a moment later.

"Didn't Stella have a gun just like this," he questioned Mac.

"Yeah," was all Mac said while squatting down next to Grissom motioning for the gun. He looked at the serial number remembering enough of it to be able to identify it. "This is definitely hers," he confirmed looking up at Horatio. That's when Horatio noticed something off the corner of his eye and walked over. Picking it up, he realized it was a NYPD badge. Everybody just stared at it, stunned. Horatio started looking for foot prints, drag marks, something to indicate where the kidnapper might have taken her. Nothing. He didn't leave a trace.

Just then, Mac's cell phone rang. "I have your CSI back alive, you will stop looking and get the money. You have three days," the voice on the other end said.

"Who is this," Mac demanded, but the line went dead. Mac looked at the number. Private. Go figure. The guy obviously didn't want to be found.

"Who was that," Grissom wanted to know.

"I don't know," Mac told him with a bit of a sigh. He repeated everything the voice on the other end told him as they walked out into the open and met with SAPD.

"Men, I need to talk to you," Pablo called pushing Stella into the room. The kidnappers had by this point brought Calleigh, Catherine, Alex, and Lindsay to San Antonio. "We won't be long. And if I were you, I wouldn't think about running away," Pablo warned closing the door. The hostages could hear muffled voices.

"This is a pretty spacey room for a hotel," Stella stated.

"What are you doing here," Lindsay wanted to know.

"What are we all doing here," retorted Catherine. Stella sat down and took out her cell phone cautiously looking at the door for the kidnappers.

"You're going to get that taken away," Calleigh warned.

"I'll take my chances," Stella told her.

"What are you doing anyway," asked Lindsay.

"Texting Mac. That way he can come and find us," she replied looking up at the door. Everybody was silent for a moment. "There," Stella said more to herself than anything. Before she could put it away though, the kidnappers came in and saw it.

"Give me that," Pablo demanded. All the hostages just froze. "Give me that," he demanded more harshly. One if the other kidnappers held up a whip while another clicked a gun. Stella started to hand over the phone shakily, but dropped it right in front of her. Pablo didn't look happy. "Jose…" The guy with the whip stepped forward and slapped it hard against her four times causing her to bleed. In the midst of all of this, Lindsay noticed the door wasn't being guarded. She looked back at the kidnappers. Then she got up and ran out the door. "Hey. Get back here," they called after her. Jose started chasing after her.

The elevator door opened and a man stepped off. 'Perfect,' she thought as she ran on and hit the first floor button multiple times. The door just barley got closed enough after she got in that Jose couldn't get in the elevator.

"Damn," was all he could say. Then he pulled out his cell and called down to a kidnapper on the first floor. "Yeah, Marcos? One of the hostages is headed your way."

Lindsay ran off the elevator, looking around her frantically to see if one of the kidnappers would catch her. 'Who was that,' she thought noticing a familiar face. 'Mac! How did he know to look for me here?' She ran towards him. "Mac," she called grabbing his attention. Before she could get to him, somebody graced her from behind and started pulling her away.

"Let her go," he yelled pulling out his own gun. Marcos pulled out his gun and held it to Lindsay's head.

"No," he yelled harshly back. "What does she mean to you anyway? The only thing you can do to help your little friends is to get the money or they're both gone."

"It doesn't have to end like this," Mac told him.

"Yeah, it does. Trust me you don't…aaahg," Marcos replied when Lindsay kicked him. He let go of Lindsay and doubled over in pain. Lindsay ran out of his reach and Mac cuffed him. By this point, security made it to the scene.

Mac called one of them over. "Keep him here 'till police come," he instructed.

Horatio and Grissom walked in. "What happened here," Grissom asked very obviously confused. Horatio took off his sun glasses.

"Lindsay here came running from that direction," he started pointing in the direction of the elevators. "As she was running towards me, that guy grabbed her from behind and tried to drag her off."

"Where is everybody else," Horatio questioned Lindsay.

"Room 538," she answered.

"Let's go," said Mac.

"SAPD! Open up." No response.

"Open it," Horatio commanded the manager who did as he was told. To their surprise, nobody was inside.

"We need a perimeter around the hotel," instructed Grissom.