A/N: Chap booted up to an M rating for one choice word used. Anyways, cheers for the reviews. I don't own CSI, so on and so forth, enjoy. Oh, and the thing repeated involving Greg shortly in the chap… it's not a typo. It's used twice to show the Sidle's similar mind set. REVIEW!!!!!!!

Jake was just in the middle of heading for Catherine when he saw her turn the corner when he let out a yelp, since he was being yanked backwards. "What the HELL?!" he demanded, turning around, then frowned, seeing it was Jim who had dragged him back. "Boss?"

Jim pointed in the interrogation room holding Heather. "Get in there. Now. I'm gonna see what Summers has to say about this,"

"But I'm not a-"

"I don't care that you're not a detective. Your friend Steve and I need a break, or I'm liable to kill her myself,"

Jake sighed. "Look, Captain, I would, but I really want to-"

"It'll get your mind off of Cassandra. We'll find you if anything goes down… do you want Nick in there with you?"

"You think that's a good idea since she knows him?"

"Hey, Cassie's not dead. The most Blonde Bimbo can do to either of you is talk your ear off," Jim assured him.

"I'm in,"

The men looked beside them, seeing that Nick had joined them. The comment had obviously come from him.

"You sure?" Jake asked.

Nick nodded. "We free to question her?"

Jim nodded. "Yes, but… just watch what you say,"

"Why would I-" Nick began.

Jim laughed. "Nick, am I blind or slow?"

"…No,"

"Exactly. You care about her, and don't gimme that "Just friends" B.S. I saw you smooch her before. I just kept my mouth shut… Just… don't let her get to you… Heather, that is,"

Nick sighed. "Fine,"

Jake nodded. "Just meet me in there. I uh… did something, I wanna make sure that it goes smoothly,"

"O… kay?" Nick blinked. "I'll wait for you, then," he leaned on the wall, and about five minutes later, Josh was being taken to another room, and along the way, he and the officers holding him passed a window by the parking lot.

Nick raised an eyebrow when Jake simply grinned, watching them. "What'd you…?"

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY CAR?!"

Nick's jaw dropped, hearing Josh's yell. He looked at Jake. "You didn't…"

Jake shrugged. "Toldja I'd do it… but where was that help you were gonna give me?" he winked before going into the interrogation room and leaning against the wall inside.

Nick followed him inside, sitting across from Heather, who started bouncing up and down.

"That's him! You're that guy Stromer!" she pointed at Nick.

Nick shook his head. "Yeah, I am, Miss. Denmark. One thing; It's Stokes, not Stromer. I didn't quite level with Josh when we first met,"

"Doesn't surprise me. You don't look like a Stromer," Heather shrugged.

Nick snorted. "Look, Miss. Denmark… shortly after you were brought here, Cassandra's house was broken into. She and her sister are missing now, and we found Cassie's blood on one of the corners of the rooms. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

Heather snorted. "I've been here. Knowing that, would I?"

"I dunno, would you?" Nick demanded.

Heather shrugged.

Nick frowned, then looked at Jake when the man tapped his shoulder.

Jake pointed out the window, showing that Gil was outside, talking to Greg.

Nick could tell he was getting annoyed because he was using that half yell, half normal speaking voice that Nick had come to call his trademark… next to the love of bugs, that was. "Jake, stay and keep an eye on her,"

"Sure," Jake slid into Nick's chair when the Texan got up.

Heather looked at Jake and giggled. "So you're Jake, huh? You're kinda cute,"

Nick, who was in the doorway, tried not to laugh and turned back to Jake, who looked back at him like he had stabbed him in the foot. He shrugged apologetically and went over to Gil.

"Nick! Where's Sara?" Gil demanded.

Nick shook his head. "We don't know yet, Griss! We just got the blood, we're working on how far they could be from Cassie's place on foot or in car,"

"And you haven't checked the GPS on her phone with Archie?!" Gil demanded.

Nick blinked. "I don't think she…"

"Does yours have it?!"

"Yeah…"

"You have the same phone, so she does, too. If they're together, that could be Sara and Cassie's location. Get it to Archie! I can't believe I go to see about another case, and I come back to this!"

Nick frowned, a bit upset at Gil for getting so mad at him right away, but at the same time, he understood why. He also felt rather dumb that he didn't think of it before. Right," he took his phone out and went to Cassandra's number before going towards the A.V lab.

--

Cassandra instantly snapped to attention when she heard the door to her 'cell' open. She had been staring at the wall, trying to come up with ideas of how to get out of there. Her eyes centered on the chunky, white-haired man that came into the room, closing the door firmly behind him.

He looked at her and sneered. "Hi there. How you doin'?"

Cassandra winced. He had a southern accent, but unlike Jake and Nick's, it just seemed to insult his intelligence instead of making her feel good. "Where's my sister?"

The man laughed. "Where'd the fun be if I told you that?" he asked. "I'm Ed, by the way,"

"Where's… Sara?" she growled.

"You know, usually when someone tells you their name, you say nice to meet ya or say your own name,"

"Well, being that you just unlocked this door, you must be with the person who put me here, so clearly, you know mine, and my sister's… so where's Sara?" she repeated.

Ed advanced on her. "You're not being very nice,"

Cassandra scoffed. "I got drugged, I'm locked in a cell now, I don't know where my sister is, and you expect me to be nice to you? Dream on, you son of a bitch," she winced, but bit down hard on her lip to contain the yelp that came from her when his hand flew hard across her face.

"Now you gonna tell me?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am," Cassandra nodded, straightening up. "Fuck you, that's my name," this time, she managed to duck the punch that came at her.

Ed scoffed, then pointed at her. "You'll be sorry for that,"

"Sure," Cassandra nodded.

Ed growled, then left.

Cassandra waited a few seconds, making sure he was gone before hissing in pain and touching her cheek. Brilliant, Cass. Piss of the muscle. IDIOT! She scolded herself. "…Sara, where are you?"

--

Just as before, Sara had just experienced Ed, but he had just complained about Cassandra without giving much else away. She complied and told him her name, though. However, she wasn't focused on him after a while. She spotted a younger man outside the door to her own cell. He had a small frame, tousled brown hair, and was leaning on the wall. Just with that first observation, the young man reminded her of Greg, but back a few years. The moment they made eye contact, the young man looked away. Even his eyes had the same amount of life that Greg's had. It was a tad eerie, to say the least, but she didn't spot any possible family resemblance. Her attention was torn away from the man when Ed cleared his throat.

"Well, since you've been a good girl, I ain't gonna do nothing to you… yet," he too left, but Sara caught him telling a "Bill" to follow him, and sure enough, the young man followed him, but it was almost like he didn't want to go. Like it was forced. What's going on?

---

"Come on, Arch! Give us something to work with," Nick patted the A.V lab tech's shoulder.

"And fast," Gil added. He and Jake had followed Nick into the lab, which did not help Archie's nerves.

"Working on it… no offense, but it would be a bit easier without you two breathing down my neck," Archie replied, mumbling the last bit, which only earned him two dirty looks. "Okay, look! It's tracking! It's gonna take a few more seconds,"

Gil and Nick looked at each other and sighed, then looked back up hopefully when a series of beeps came from the computer.

"We got a location!" Archie pointed out. He read the location out loud. "Warehouse on East 34th… … … Summers Incorporated?" he looked at the three other men, then frowned, seeing they were now glaring at the screen. "You know the name?"

"I'll get the car," Gil said without replying to Archie.

"I'll get the rest of the team," Nick added.

"You guys do that. I'm gonna go beat the crap out of Joshy-Boy until he tells me about the place and where they're in it exactly," Jake replied, leaving without waiting for a response.

Archie just watched them leave, then blinked. "… I take that as a 'yes'…"

Gil finally seemed to register what the younger man said a few moments later, but he was still focused on the location. "Should we stop him?"

Nick shook his head. "Unfortunately, 'beat up' for Jake is just shove him around a bit and scream in the guy's face… we got your fiancée and Cassie to find… we focus on that more, first… I'll spread the word," he ran off, leaving Gil to his self-assigned task.

--

"Agh…" Somehow, Cassandra's head was still spinning from getting hit across the face. She tried to shake it off, but failed miserably. Another thing that didn't help her was that the room was barely lit, the fluorescent light on the ceiling flickering, threatening to die at any moment. The light situation was made worse when the door swung open, and bright light from the outside came in. She hissed then looked away.

The dry, emotionless laughter of Ed reached her ears. "Serves ya right. Here. 'Case you were hungry,"

Cassandra looked down when he tossed something beside her. It was an awful-looking sandwich. She looked back up at him. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but failed miserably. "You expect me to trust that? What's in it? Rat poison? Have me dead when my friends find my sister and I, wherever she is?"

Ed laughed. "Have it your way," he replied, then exited, but not before he mumbled something.

Cassandra raised an eyebrow when a young man came in. At first glance, she thought it was Greg, but when she got a better look, she realized it wasn't.

Ed slammed the door behind him, leaving the man inside.

The young man's frown turned into a neutral expression when he looked up at her. "Here," he fished into his bag and pulled out yet another sandwich.

Cassandra couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Still not gonna have anything. I don't see why you guys are even trying. I'm a CSI for God's sake. You didn't even predict I would know what you're trying to do? That I'd just give in to hunger?" she felt safer challenging him, because he was a bit smaller and obviously younger than her.

"Well, there's… better stuff in that one," the young man replied.

Cassandra raised an eyebrow.

The man just shrugged before a sudden "BILL!" came from his ear.

Cassandra's raised eyebrow went slightly higher.

The young man, apparently, Bill, just sighed, lifted up a large wrench towards the fluorescent light and gave it a good tap. The light went back to normal. He looked back at her. "It really is better… though Ed doesn't know it yet," he replied before leaving as well.

Cassandra winced, hearing the door lock, then looked back at the other sandwich. Again, she didn't want to give in, but curiosity overtook her and flipped it open, then just gaped. Her cell phone and a folded piece of paper were in a small plastic bag. "What the hell?" Who gives their hostage their cell phone, even if it doesn't have service? She opened the bag and flipped open her cell phone and was even more confused when she saw that it did have service. "What the…?" she took out the note.

DON'T make any calls. Ed and the others will know. I gave you the phone when I saw it had GPS. It'll help your friends. Your sister is in a room much like your own on the opposite side of this hallway. She's fine.

Cassandra shook her head, not making any sense of the situation. It was like something out of "Lost". So now Bill or whatever his name was was helping her, even if he was working with the others? She realized it was more like "Jurassic Park" when one line came to mind. "They're playing with us…"