A/N: Don't own CSI, blah blah, enjoy and review!!!

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By now you know that
I'd come for you
No one but you, yes I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you

-"I'd Come For You": Nickelback

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Jim looked at the small gathered crowd. "Right. Team A, Thompson, Catherine and five other officers. Team B, Nick, Warrick, and five others. C, Gil and Greg, five others," he started pointing at each person as he said their name. "We have a location and we don't know how long we're gonna have it, so we gotta move,"

"Why can't it be Nick, Grissom and I, boss? I think we'd have the most determination to find them," Jake offered.

"Exactly. That's why I'm splitting you guys up. So you won't team up on whoever did this to them and kill them,"

Jake paused, then nodded, along with Nick. He had a point.

Archie came into the room. "Signal just stopped, then came back in a different spot, guys. It's moving away,"

Jim sighed. "I'll take some of my guys and follow that. Could be a trick and they're still over there,"

"Did I mention how much I hate doing this?" Gil mumbled.

"You're not alone. Let's do this," Nick motioned at Warrick, then nodded at Jake when the cop picked five officers out of the gathered group to go into their respective smaller groups.

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Nobody had come into Cassandra's cell in the past while, and it was starting to annoy. Ed had come in with Bill, and Ed had just kept talking, and Bill just sat there in silence. He didn't even look at her whatsoever. It was just too confusing. That was, until Bill walked into the cell and looked right at her.

"It's about time. What happen? I finally get to Ed?" she asked.

He just pulled over the chair that was now in the corner and put it against the wall before sitting down and staring at the opposite wall.

Cassandra clenched her jaw. "Why are you helping me?"

No response.

"You're different than him. I can tell,"

Nothing.

"Better than him…"

Again, nothing.

"You can talk, can't you?"

Still nothing.

She sighed. "If you don't talk, I can't help you for helping me,"

She offered, but was met with silence yet again. "You're gonna go away as long as Ed when my guys come here and find you. Kidnapping, assault… quite a bit of time," she told him. "A lot of time to be away from the world, your family,"

"No!" Bill finally broke. "I can't… I have a family. Ed… Ed found me in a store one night. He saw me someplace, thought I would be a good follower… I was in one of the aisles, next thing I know he has a gun to my back… said if I didn't help him… he'd kill my wife an unborn baby," he blurted, finally looking at her, tears forming in his eyes.

Cassandra gaped at him briefly. She tried not to smile, realizing that she was turning into Nick. She was too trusting. For some reason, she believed him, hands down. "Fine. I promise if you can get my sister and I outta here, we'll return you to your family, safe and sound,"

"She said… she said if I helped you… she's get Ed to take my wife here… kill her in front of me, then kill me," Bill shook his head. "I shouldn't have told you this,"

Cassandra didn't catch the "she" part. "Yes you should've. Do you still have my phone?"

Bill nodded, running his hands through his hair.

"Call the crime lab, ask for Jim Brass,"

Bill paused. "No, I have a better idea," he reached into his back pocket.

Cassandra jumped a bit, seeing he had pulled out a gun. "What the-"

"Calm down!" Bill put his hands up. "I'm telling you the truth, I swear," he turned the gun around so he was holding the barrel so the handle was out to her. "Take it,"

"You want me to shoot you?" Cassandra raised an eyebrow.

"No! Hit me in the back of the head with it. Knock me out with it," Bill replied, turning briefly to make sure the door was open. "Keys to the cell doors are in my left pocket,"

Cassandra was still struggling with the idea of knocking him out. "What?"

"Look. The only way they keep this up is if you knock me out so it looks like you got the better of me, right?"

"Er… no," Cassandra shook her head. "Oh well, just hit me!"

Cassandra shifted.

"If I was against you, would I be telling you to do this?" Bill demanded.

"No," she sighed. "What's your name… full name?"

"William "Bill" Richmond," he replied.

Cassandra groaned. "I promise your wife's gonna be okay…"

Bill nodded, then turned.

Cassandra shook her head. "Sorry," she mumbled before doing as she was told and hitting him over the head with it. She watched him go down like a ton of bricks. "That was strange," she went into his left pocket and sure enough, there was a set of keys. "Really confused now," she took his gun as well and headed out the door, then went left when she found she was at the edge of the hallway. "Come on, please be here," she mumbled when she reached the furthest door and put one of the keys inside, sighing when it was the right one. She opened the door and stepped inside, but right when she did so, she saw something flying towards her head, so she dove at the floor. "HOLY SHIT!"

"…Cassie?!"

Cassandra looked up. "Sara?"

Sara yelped. Pulling her to her feet, then hugged her tightly. "I am so sorry. I thought you were Ed. How'd you…?"

"That guy with him, Bill. He let me knock him out and told me where the keys were and everything… said he's being forced to work for whoever did this,"

"Are you su-"

"You had to be there. I saw it in his eyes… he was being honest. I trust him. Now come on, before we get caught," she led the way out of the room and down the hall.

"And you know where we're going… how?" Sara asked.

"Don't know, just making it up as I go along with the knowledge of other factories I've been in on the job," Cassandra replied, then froze, hearing echoing footsteps. "Though I never really had to wonder if other footsteps were from the good guys or bad guys… run!"

The sisters tore down the hallway, and to their surprised, the footsteps that they ruled out were not theirs didn't speed up after them, but another set started, this time from the hallway in front of the. They both cursed, then looked at each other when they came to an area where two new halls joined the other that they were in, and realized they were going to have to split up. It would give them an advantage.

"Be careful, and once you're safe, look for me," Sara replied, going towards the left.

"You too," Cassandra nodded, running down the right.

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Jake watched as one of the other cops gave him and Catherine an all clear sign to go inside the Summers building. He nodded and opened the door, then Catherine went in, followed by the three cops behind her, then Jake, then the other two cops. "LVPD!" he called, stepping carefully down the hallway, listening for any movement at all. The group had gone in the back while the few other groups had gone in the front and side of the building, and he would settle for even seeing them. "Cassie?! Sara?!" he called. Of course, not the wisest idea, but he was downright annoyed and nothing could stop him at this point.

"Don't run off on me now," Catherine mumbled from his right.

He just glanced at her before pointing at the two hallways ahead. "Enie meany miny mo,"

He was pointing at the left hallway. "Alright, let's go,"

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Nick was ready to punch a hole in the wall beside him. He was already fed up with the situation, but he was also annoyed about the fact that Hodges had wanted to join the rescue effort, and of course, he had been stuck with Nick and Warrick, and now, the older man wouldn't shut up.

"Who would even use this place as some hideout, anyway? It's gloomy outside, then all bright in here?" Hodges asked, looking around.

"Hodges, not now," Nick replied.

"But-"

"Hodges!" Nick whirled on him. "I'm ten seconds away from sockin' ya in the jaw, so shut… up. Work with us and keep quiet or go back and meet us outside, 'cause if you've forgotten, Sara and Cassie are somewhere in here, and for all we know, they're dead!" he hissed. "Our best bet is working together, and that ain't gonna happen unless you keep your mouth shut,"

Warrick took Nick's shoulder. "Nicky, come on,"

Nick sighed, then kept walking, finding a hallway and raising his gun. "LVPD!" he called, going down it further, then groaned, seeing that it branched off. "Split up,"

"What?" everyone else demanded.

"Warrick, Tom, Gavin, down that way," Nick pointed to the left. "Hodges, Lou, with me,"

Everyone looked around uncertainly.

Nick sighed. "Guys, come on. This place is huge! We can cover more ground,"

"What if we need help?" Warrick asked.

"You find us or one of the other groups," Nick replied. "We'll be fine,"

Warrick shook his head. "You're lucky I know most of the time your stupid ideas actually work out. Be careful," he patted Nick's shoulder.

Nick did the same to Warrick, then glanced at the cops who he had told to go with Warrick. "You too,"

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Greg was personally afraid of Gil at the moment. He was unnerved by the fire he saw in Gil's eyes. He had only seen that look once. The first time Sara had been kidnapped. "This place is uh… big. Should we split up?"

"No," Gil shook his head. "We split up, that's less help for each other and more chances that we could confuse friends for foes and get our hope up too much,"

Greg blinked. That wasn't like him at all. No quote from some poet or something? He's REALLY angry. "Did you hear from Brass yet?"

Gil shook his head.

Greg sighed. "Grissom, let's just… breathe for a sec, okay? I'm sure they're fine," he swallowed hard, seeing the glare Gil sent his way. "…Or let's just go with your approach,"

Gil didn't say another word. He just led the group down a hallway.

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Cassandra let out a sharp exhale as she ran halfway up a flight of stairs, hearing more footsteps. She silently prayed it was one of the CSIs, cops or Sara. However, the footsteps weren't familiar. "Great," she muttered, then looked around, seeing a bar right above the first or second step going down the stairs. It was Hollywood, but if this works, Greg, I'm getting Sara to kiss you for forcing me to watch Mission Impossible 2 despite Cruise. This better work. When the footsteps got close enough, she took in a sharp breath, then jumped up and grabbed the bar, then swung her legs out when she got into the hallway and collided with the person who was just about to pass her. However, she landed hard on the ground so she was winded briefly. Ow. And that's why cheerleading never worked out for me. She turned around to see who she had knocked over, and out, for that matter, then frowned, seeing it was one of the new cops to the force. She cursed under her breath and was just about to smack him to wake him up when she heard a gun being cocked behind her, and Ed's voice. "Freeze," she winced at the order. Caught. Damn it all to Hell.