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Since they weren't successful in finding Cassandra anywhere, the motorcycle ride had been almost annoyingly quiet the entire time. Both Jake and Nick seemed to be in their own worlds. They finally starting talking when they were a couple of blocks away from the house. "You think she got this far this fast?!" Nick called over the engine.

"No, but where else would she be? Not at Lynn's, not around here, hospital visiting hours are over, and we woulda seen her if she doubled back to the lab, don't ya think? Your place and hers are the only places left!"

"Hm!" Nick nodded.

Jake paused, then replied. "We're gonna find her, Stokes. She's fine,"

"How do you know?!" Nick demanded, rather shortly.

"Easy, man! I'm trying to help you out! Not bring you down! I know because I know Cassie. She's strong. Always has been, always will be,"

Nick just grunted again as they turned the corner of his block.

"… Oh shit…"

Nick wasn't quite sure if he had heard it, but he could've sworn that the swear had come from Jake, and his suspicions were confirmed when Jake slammed on the brakes rather quickly.

Jake flung his helmet off. "Shit. Shit, shit, SHIT!" he motioned for Nick to get off the motorcycle, then popped open the storage area and pulled out his back up gun from it.

Nick took his own helmet off now. "Whoa, man, what're you doing?"

Jake looked back at him. "Is your house on the right or left when we're going this way?"

"Right, why?" Nick glanced back at his house, but then saw why Jake was on edge. Next door, Cassandra's door had been kicked off its hinges, and several of the windows. "Shit…" he echoed Jake.

"Exactly," Jake tossed the backup to Nick, drawing the one at his hip. "Stay behind me,"

"Look, man, I'm good, you gave me a gun-"

"Who's the cop here?!"

Nick opened his mouth.

Jake shook his head. "Don't answer that! Just stay behind me!"

Nick clenched his jaw, then nodded.

Jake nodded as well, then moved across the street, then they made their way just outside Cassandra's doorway. "Cass! Sar! You here?!" he called. He looked at Nick when there was no response. He stepped inside, moving into the living room. "Guys…?" he looked around, going into the kitchen, squatting down to check under everything before moving onto the other rooms of the first floor. "Damn it, can't find 'em,"

Nick swallowed hard. This wasn't looking good. "Who the Hell coulda done this?"

"Don't know, don't care. I just pray they're upstairs somewhere and when I get into one of the bedrooms one of them are gonna swing a pan or something at my head to knock me out 'cause they think I'm whoever did this,"

Nick nodded. "Let's go,"

Jake led the way up the stairs and brought his gun up yet again. "Cass! Sar!" he called, going into the two bedrooms first, followed closely by Nick, then went into the other bedroom. Still no luck. "Could they be over at your place?" Jake asked, heading for the stairs again, then jumped slightly when Nick flung one arm around his shoulders and yanked him backwards. "What the Hell, Stokes?!"

"We got blood," Nick replied, pointing to one of the doorframes.

Jake swallowed hard, then took out his walkie talkie. "Brass? It's Thompson. You there?"

A couple of moments later, Brass replied. "It's about time I hear from you! You and Nick just disappeared!"

"Yeah, well, we're both here at Cassie's,"

"And Cassie! She disappeared too! She with you?"

Jake and Nick exchanged looks. "Uh, no, Boss… that's why we're calling… her house was broken into, and we got blood here,"

"… Just stay there, then. I'll get Grissom,"

"Yes sir,"

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Cassandra groaned as she came to consciousness slowly. When she opened her eyes, she closed them again since her vision was blurred and her world was spinning. She struggled, trying to remember just why it was like that, then remembered the last few minutess she had been conscious.

Her whole situation, then the aftermath with Nick nearly made her have a breakdown in the cab that had taken her the rest of the way home. She had been crying, but when Sara saw she was and asked why, she had just brushed it off and told her that sand had blown up into the wind and gotten into her eyes. She didn't expect Sara to believe it. She didn't expect anyone to believe it, but she didn't want to talk about it. She had just headed upstairs to get a book to read and get her mind off things when someone had grabbed her from behind and rammed her against he door, and when that only knocked the wind out of her momentarily, the person who had grabbed her put a cloth over her mouth, and that was all she remembered up to.

I must've been chloroformed… why the Hell are they after me? Josh and his girlfriend were our best bets, so who the hell's doing this?

Going over the memory again, she was suddenly wide awake.

Sara. If she was knocked out, then where was Sara?

She lifted her head and waited for her vision to go get slightly better, enough to try and make out any other person in the room, but found she was alone. "Sar? Sara?!" she called. Still nothing. "Shit…" she went to push herself upright, but failed miserably, finding that when she did, she rolled right back down. She glanced down, seeing that her hands were bound by some plastic contraption. "God damn it,"

She thought for a minute, then got her thoughts together again and used her arms to level herself, still in a crouching position before getting to her feet. She was surprised to find that they weren't bound.

How does that add up? Hands but no feet or gag? Hm… just that little window, one door… One door.

She turned her attention to it and studied it briefly before kicking the bottom. The only thing that she got established was that it was thick, heavy and metal, since her leg pounded with pain right when it hit it. She cursed again, then attempted to shoulder it. Again, failed.

Okay, Cass. Calm down. Going crazy about this isn't gonna help… what would Nick do in this situation? No, I'm not singing any country songs to calm my nerves… Jake? No, I'm not MacGyver like he is. There's absolutely nothing in here I can use to blast my way out of here. Brass? No, I don't have a gun. Greg? No, just tried it. Cath? Nobody's gonna here me yelling through that door… Grissom… ah, Grissom.

She turned towards the window and approached it, jumping up repeatedly to try and see outside. It was nothing but soil halfway up, then blue sky. No landmarks or anything. Come on, show me something. She looked down at the dirt, trying to see any insects. Still nothing. "Where the Hell am I?"

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On the other side of the building that Cassandra was in, Sara was waking up to find herself in a very similar situation. However, being taken and dragged away before made for a quicker reaction time. She was on her feet within a short few seconds, then her mind started going. She had heard a crash, then a muffled scream that could only have come from Cassandra. She remembered that her sister had gotten home from taking a taxi and Sara saw that she was crying, but when she asked about it, she didn't say anything. Of course she didn't believe her and if she knew her sister, Cassandra knew that she wouldn't, but she also knew Cassandra always dealt with her demons well when she was alone. It wasn't a healthy habit, but it worked, so Sara left it at that. She too started examining her surroundings, trying to estimate various measurements of the room and narrow them down to certain places of Las Vegas, but it didn't work out too well. She kicked at the door, but like her sister, barely made any progress. She wanted to know where Cassandra was. Wanted to know if she was all right. If she was alive. She reached for her cell phone, hoping whoever had put her in her room hadn't taken it, but they had.

Damn it. What is there to do? What haven't I tried?

She literally ran at the door, then threw all of her weight against it, but ended up falling right back down to the ground. She bounced right back up and glared at the door. She was slowly realizing that her only hope was if someone would realize that she was missing and call for help. Her old team would know what to do. They would find her.

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It had been three hours since Brass had literally dragged Jake and Nick back into the crime lab. The morning sun had been up for the passed hour, which didn't help anything. Just made it seem like even more time passing. Jake and Nick had been going back and forth from lab to lab to see what results were coming up, since that was all they could do. Well, at least all Nick could so since Jake had been called to do various other jobs like chasing after a robbery suspect, but Jake had turned it down, more worried about the outcome of his friends. He felt like he was making a hole in the floor from pacing so much. Nick, however, hadn't moved from the DNA lab for a while. They had found a set of Sara's fingerprints at an odd angle by the entryway, but still nothing on Cassandra. "Wendy, who's blood was that at Cassandra's?" Nick asked for what seemed like the hundredth time to both of them.

Wendy sighed. "Nick, I'm working on it. You'll know as soon as I do, I promise… just… stop pacing, okay?"

Nick stopped, then pulled up a chair and sat down. "Sorry,"

Wendy sighed. "Hey, you're worried about the girl you like. I'd be pacing, too,"

Nick laughed weakly. "It's that obvious, huh?"

Wendy raised her eyebrows and nodded. "Kinda," she smiled more warmly when he looked down. She put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly. "We're gonna find her, Nick. We're gonna find both of them,"

Nick nodded. "I know, I know, but… damn it, I feel like it's my fault. If I hadn't… ugh… she wouldn't have been out of it and looked like easy prey for whoever did this…" he looked back up again when one of the machines beeped.

Wendy went over to it, read the results, than swallowed hard. "…That blood on the door was Cassie's… she's hurt, wherever she is,"

Nick felt his heart sink. "Look, I know he'll wanna know, but don't tell Jake that it's hers, 'kay? He'll throw a fit and get all crazy. He'll be worse than me, waiting for you to get some DNA that could be our kidnappers, then he'll find some crazy way to hunt down the guy, then God knows what…"

"Yeah, one thing: Who's Jake?" Wendy asked.

"I am,"

Nick winced, then turned around, not expecting to see Jake halfway inside the doorway, looking pale. He had obviously heard that the blood was Cassandra's.

"Anything else other than prints and the blood?" Jake asked.

Wendy shook her head.

"Damn it!" Jake kicked at the door, then looked at Nick. "I want my sisters back, Nick. I've lost Max for God knows how long. I'm not losing them,"

"None of us are, man," Nick offered.

Jake ran his hands through his hair. "I just… this is your field. I don't know what I can do,"

Nick nodded. "You can help us do what we did when it was me in this situation and Sara's first time like this,"

"Which is?" Jake asked.

"Easy. Help us get whoever did this,"

"That sounds like a plan,"

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