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Chapter 4

Greg stood there in shock as he looked at his friend. "What did you say?"

"The picture is of me and my family," restated Nick as he held up the picture with all of the kids and the man and woman.

"Please tell me I'm on some reality prank show or you're just pulling my string."

"Wish I was, but I'm not."

"So, if this is you, then these are your siblings, but yet they are not all shown here. Where is….?" started Greg.

"Danny," finished Nick.

"Danny, right. Where is he in this picture?"

"Trust me Greg, you don't want to know."

"Yes I do."

Nick sighed. "It's a long story."

"It's a long shift."

Nick couldn't help but smiled at the younger man. "Well, I was four years old when someone broke in and kidnapped Danny when he was only one. A couple weeks later, my parents got a note from the man saying it was best to let Danny go. It was signed 'Mr. Care-Taker.' Later, a goon of his came and ordered something of my father. When my father refused, he shot and killed my father in cold blood."

"And…what happened to your siblings?" asked Greg.

Nick took in another breathe. "The man returned…"

Nick awoke to the sounds of footsteps walking up and down the halls. Groggily, he sat up in his bed and listened intensively. "NO! HE'S ALREADY TAKEN MY DANNY; HE IS NOT GOING TO TAKE THE REST OF MY BABIES!"

"Mommy?" whispered Nick.

Suddenly, loud crashes in the hall echoed throughout the entire house. Then, all of the noise stopped when a loud THUD came from the bottom of the stairs. The sound frightened Nick so much that he jumped underneath his bed as the intruder stepped into his room. Nick stayed as silent as possible as the intruder looked around in his room. Then, the man left and walked further down the hall. Even though the man left, Nick stayed under his bed. The screams of his sisters, the crying of his baby brother and the yelling of his older brothers soon followed and frightened Nick even more. Then, the sound of screeching tires told the frightened boy it was safe to come out. The first place Nick ran to was David's bedroom. When he walked in, the room looked ransacked and his bed was empty. It was the same fro his other sibling's rooms. Finally, he walked down the stairs and saw his mother lying still at the bottom. "Mommy?" he asked.

His mother didn't move a muscle. Thinking quickly, he ran to the phone and dialed 9-1-1. "Hello? Someone broke into my house, stole my siblings and hurt my mom. Can you come over, I'm scared."

"Its okay son, can you tell me where you live?"

"I love on Cowboy street house number 42."

"It's okay, we'll be right over."

Nick hung up the phone and walked over to his mother. "It's okay mommy, they're coming," he whispered.

But she didn't hear him. His mother was already long gone, leaving young Nick alone.

Greg was now sitting on the couch as Nick finished the story. "There's something I don't get," muttered Greg.

"What's that?"

"If the man that wanted all of your siblings also had Danny, how come Danny isn't with them in this picture?"

"Maybe the boss's goon got greedy or the boss didn't want all of the kids," stated Nick.

"Well, the kidnapper seems to be our prime suspect, so I have a pretty good feeling that you're going to see your siblings again," smiled Greg.

Just then, one of their pagers went off. They both looked down and Greg smiled. "Speaking of which, Brass has got something for us. Come on."

With hope, both Nick and Greg ran down the hall and into Brass's office, where they saw the captain busy filling gout some paperwork. "Hey Brass, you paged?"

Brass looked up and smiled. "Hey guys, I got a name on the man that owns the house. His name is Chad Jacobs. He bought the house two years back for a summer getaway, but he lives over in Dallas, Texas for the rest of the year. Why a man goes form one scorching place to another is beyond me. I talked to Grissom, and he wants you two to head out as soon as possible. He'll hold the fort here while you two work the case there. He says that there may be more out there than pertains to this case."

"And…what are we supposed to do about a place to stay?" asked Greg.

"A buddy of mine out there owes me a favor. He'll let you stay at his house for the time being."

"And, if we ask Mr. Jacobs to look around and he says we need a warrant…" began Nick.

"The county judge has already set one up of it. He thinks that a picture at the crime scene and him owning the house is enough," smiled Brass.

They thanked the captain and headed out to pack. "How long a drive is Dallas from Vegas?" asked Greg.

"About 18 ½ hours," replied Nick.

"Oh fun!" yelled Greg sarcastically.

"Relax. When you're done packing, meet here and we'll head out."

Nick smiled and patted Greg on the shoulder as he left. As Nick walked away, Greg sighed and followed.

Nick was standing at his car waiting for Greg to show up. It had been a good two hours since they parted and finally, Greg's black Denali pulled up. "It's about time!" shouted Nick as Greg stepped out form his vehicle.

"Sorry, I was trying to figure out my wardrobe for the next couple of weeks," sighed Greg as he looked at Nick's '97 Cadillac. "Don't tell me we're driving that thing."

"The gas mileage is ten times better than my Tahoe or your Denali. Besides, since we're going to Dallas, I figured we should drive in style," said Nick as he popped the trunk to allow Greg to pack his stuff in.

"Yeah, right," muttered Greg as he piled his two suitcases into the trunk and closed the lid. After making sure everything was okay, Greg got into the passenger seat and buckled in. He then turned to Nick and said, "You ready?"

Nick nodded and hit the gas, sending them on their long journey to Dallas.

It had been a good eight hours into the trip and Greg was already fast asleep in the passenger's seat. Nick would take his occasional glances at the sleeping form, but was lost in thought in what would happen when they met Chad Jacobs. Would he see his siblings whom he hasn't seen for a good thirty years? And if he did see them, would they even recognize him? Nick hoped so. Without notice, Nick's eyelids grew heavy. If he continued driving, they would probably crash. So, he punched Greg in the arm., causing the young man to wake up. "OW! Jeez Nick, a simple 'wake up' would have been sufficient enough," muttered Greg.

"Sorry Greggo, I need you to drive."

"Alright, pull over and I'll drive."

So, Nick pulled off to the shoulder and treaded places with Greg. When he got in, Nick put on his seatbelt and leant back in his seat. Slowly and smoothly, Greg pulled out and began to drive to Dallas. As Nick closed his eyes, he saw his brother, David, staring at him. Nick smiled as David disappeared.

The sun beat through the glass and onto Nick's face. Slowly, Nick opened his eyes and sat up. "Morning sleeping beauty," smiled Greg.

"How long was I asleep?"

"Oh, for about nine hours. You just missed the 'Welcome to Texas' sign, otherwise, the drive was very boring. But, I did get a nice picture of you on my cellphone of you sucking your thumb."

"I do not suck my thumb!"

"Oh contraire," said Greg as he opened his phone to reveal Nick fast asleep with his thumb in his mouth. Nick lunged for the phone, but Greg was to fast. "Man, Warrick is going to laugh his pants off when he sees this…"

Nick punched Greg in the arm again as he looked around and saw open land. "It must feel good to be home,: smiled Greg.

"You have no idea. You want me to drive?"

"Please," laughed Greg as he pulled off to allow Nick in the driver's seat. As soon as he was all set, Nick pulled out to finish the journey. During the next two in a half hours, they two boys would talk about anything and everything, from their favorite place to visit on vacation to whether or not Grissom and Sara would hook up until finally, the pulled off the freeway and into Dallas. The city was a marvelous place filled with people. Greg was amazed but Nick felt right at home. "So, where is this address Brass gave us?" asked Greg, holding up the sheet of paper.

Nick snatched the paper and took a quick glance. When he read the inscription, Nick smiled and took a sharp right and came to a sudden stop, sending Greg flying forward in his seat. "How did…?"

"I had a buddy when I was three who use to live here."

As soon as Nick turned off the ignition, a tall slim man walked out. "You two must be from the Vegas Crime Lab. I'm Carl Donnelly."

"I'm Nick Stokes and this is Greg Sanders," introduced Nick.

"Well, come on in! The missus is just fixen up some breakfast," said Carl as he helped the two with their suitcases and led them up to their room. "I hope you guys don't mind sharing the same room, but there are two beds."

"Its fine," said Nick as Carl opened the door and led them into a large, finely decorated room. "Just come on down when you're all set."

Carl closed the door and left the two to unpack. In the middle of the room was two extremely large beds which were already made for them and there was a dresser on the wall. The men smiled and began to unpack. After getting all set up, they headed downstairs and saw two plates of waffles waiting form them. As they sat down, a woman in her mid 30's walked out. "Hi y'all, I'm Elaine Donnelly."

"Nick Stokes and Greg's Sanders," stated Nick as Greg began to stuff his face.

"I see someone's hungry."

"Mmm, mes arem mgoomd," muffled Greg.

Nick and Elaine laughed as Nick began to eat. When they were all done, Elaine cleaned up as Nick and Greg walked out the door. "So Greg, what do you want to do first? I can give you a tour or we can get down to business and go have a talk with Chad Jacobs. You're choice."

Greg thought about it for a little bit. "How about we combine the two?"

With a laugh, Nick nodded and led Greg into the car. As soon as they were off, Nick began pointing out the various hot spots in the area as Greg sat in awe of the wonderful city. The loving moment was soon interrupted by Greg's phone going off. "Sanders."

"Greg, its Grissom. How's Dallas?"

"It's great! We're just heading over to Chad Jacob's house to ask a few questions."

"Good, call me when you get anything new."

"Alright, bye," said Greg as he hung up.

"Who was that?" asked Nick.

"Grissom. He wanted to see how things are going. So Nick, I was just thinking, how did you end up leaving Dallas and going to Vegas?"

"After my mom died, I was sent to my Aunt Dorothy who lived in Vegas. I've been there ever since."

Greg nodded as they pulled up into Chad's driveway. "You ready Nick?"

Nick nodded and followed Greg up to the door. Thinking it would be best, Greg knocked on the door. A man in his early 50's answered the door. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm Greg Sanders form the Las Veg…" started Greg.

"Wait, did you say Sanders?"

Confused, Greg nodded. "Come on in! Any Sanders is welcomed in my house."

Greg turned and looked at Nick who just laughed and walked inside. "So, what can I do for ya?" asked the man.

"Are you Chad Jacobs?" asked Nick.

Chad nodded. "Well, I'm Nick Stokes and we're from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. We wanted to ask you a few questions about a house you own out there."

As soon as Nick said Stokes, Chad's eyes grew wide. Greg noticed it and knew that Chad just gave himself away without realizing it. "Go ahead, shoot."

"Well, there were two bodies found dead in your house, Mr. Jacobs," stated Greg.

"Dead…bodies?"

"Yes. We were wondering if you knew them?" asked Nick as he handed the two pictures over.

Chad took them and his eyes grew even wider. "I do know them! They worked for me a couple years back!"

"Well, we would like to take a look around if you don't mine," smiled Greg.

"Actually, I do. I have very important business projects spread around and I don't want you to mess 'em up."

"Well, actually…we have a warrant from a judge," smiled Nick.

"Based on what?"

"Based on the fact that the victims were killed in YOUR house AND this picture of you with these five kids who are pertaining to a cold case. So, if you would excuse us…" smiled Greg as he got up with Nick, leaving Chad in disbelief.

"So Nick, up or down?" asked Greg.

"I'll take down."

Greg nodded and headed upstairs as Nick walked into the kitchen. When he walked in, he saw a knife sitting on the table. Nick p8ut on some gloves and took out his luminol and sprayed the blade. Sure enough, it glowed blue. Smiling, he swabbed a sample and bagged the knife. That's when he heard a thump from below. Nick turned and saw a door leading to the basement. Cautiously, Nick walked through the door and descended down the stairs, Shining the room with his flashlight, Nick saw a man not much older than him taking care of four other people. "David?"

The older man looked up and smiled. "Nick! Guys, its Nick!"

That's when he saw all of their faces. David was beginning to grow a moustache as was Billy. Gracie and Laura had become beautiful young women and Jacob was just beginning to grow scruff. "Wow Nic, look who grew up," smiled Billy.

Nick ran up to each one and gave each a hug. "Did you ever find Danny?" asked David.

Nick shook his head as Greg descended. "Hey Ni….WHOA! Are these…?"

Nick nodded as David got closer to Greg to look him up and down. With confusion, Greg asked, "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"Danny?"

TBC…

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