Chapter 4 is up!!!
The team began to quietly process the scene, and when they finished and packed up, Nick and Greg stood with Brass watching the two other men stare up into the Vegas night sky. All three of them watched with a touch of fear in their eyes as they could see the furious fire blazing in Grissom's and Warrick's eyes. All three of them felt bad for the poor punks that had kidnapped Sara and Catherine, because when they were caught they would be living a hell that they would not wish on anyone. All three of them kept watching as the fire dimmed a little by their despair-initiated tears, but then those tears just helped fuel the flames burning in Warrick's brown eyes and Grissom's blue eyes. They shuddered just looking at them, and then they turned away, Brass going to the officers to check on their progress and Nick and Greg hauled the evidence to the lab to begin to process it. Nick was working quietly when he heard a voice.
"Hey, Nicky, you got anything yet?" It was Warrick's voice, startling Nick.
"Hey, you okay? You seemed pretty cut up out there."
"Well, I'll be okay when Catherine's back," He said, and thought,
And when I have her safe in my arms again.
"And Sara, too," He added, after his thought.
"Yeah, me too, buddy, me too." Nick sighed, and then updated him on the progress that he had made. He had gotten zip, zilch, and nada.
Meanwhile, Grissom went to check up on Greg's progress.
"Hey, Greg, you got anything yet?" He said, startling Greg.
"Um, hey boss, you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you just seemed, spaced, out there, you know?"
"No, I don't know. Enlighten me."
"Well, you just seemed kinda lost out there, like you lost something really important to you, something that, well, you can't live without, I think, that's the definition I read somewhere."
"Well…" Grissom's mind raced as he tried to think of a lie, but the only thing that came to mind was a thought that he didn't voice.
Not something, Greg, someone.
"Well, my dog Hank disappeared last night, that could be it." Grissom lied smoothly, and Greg's face brightened and he said,
"Yeah, that's probably it. I'll help you look for him, if that's all right."
"No, Greg, that's not necessary. He's run away a few times before, he'll come home when he gets hungry for a hot meal."
Greg smiled at this and went about his work, his fears about his boss alleviated.
Meanwhile, Brass had been getting prank calls from all over after they had broadcasted Catherine's and Sara's face on the media. Brass couldn't count the times that they callers had told him that the two women were his mother. To which he told them,
"One, my mother is dead. Two, one's young enough to be my daughter, and the other one is the same age as me, therefore making it impossible that it's my mother."
To which they usually replied,
"It's still your mother!" Or a few other choice words. Finally, Brass had gotten fed up and said heatedly,
"No, it's your mother!"
He slammed the phone down to hear a faint chuckle from behind him.
"What?" He snarled as he spun around to see Grissom and Nick standing there.
"Having fun yelling at the nice people who give us the courtesy of calling in and telling us all they know?" Nick asked innocently, and Brass chucked a piece of paper at him, which he easily dodged and said,
"Such a bad aim, Captain,"
He received a few choice words back, making him chuckle.
"Enough you two." Grissom said sharply bringing them both crashing back to the horrifying reality that some wackjobs had kidnapped Sara and Catherine.
And God help them, they were going to find them. They were going to find the guys who did this to them. And they were going to go to hell. The hard way, which is through the LVPD.