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Archie tried his best, but wasn't able to track them down through their phone. The hostage takers were smart enough to block their signal.
"According to this they're in Serbia," Archie said disappointed. "Not sure what they're using to block their signal, but it's working. I can't track them down, I'm sorry..."
Without saying anything, Nick went out. He was too angry and feeling helpless, he needed some fresh air to calm down.
Meanwhile, Reed and Brass were talking to the hostages. To the ones willing to cooperate, at least. Some of them were still feeling more sympathy for the hostage takers than for the police, despite seeing them roughing up Greg several times. Some of them would just sit next to Reed and Brass and not say a word. Others would just cry, being overwhelmed by the whole situation. But one hostage stood out from the crowd. Something was not right about her.
"Ms. Hendricks, we wanted to talk to you again," Reed said, sitting in the interrogation room with her and Brass. A police officer was standing in front of the door.
"W...What's wrong? Why am I in here?" she asked confused. They talked to the others in a more casual setting. She was the only one they wanted to talk to in the interrogation room.
"You work in a nursing home, right?" Reed asked.
"I used to. I quit. Why?" she replied rather sulky.
"In Reno. You know, that's interesting. Kevin Dobson's mother died in a nursing home in Reno."
"Who's Kevin Dobson? There are many nursing homes in Reno, I don't see how that's interesting."
Reed laughed a bit. "She died in the same nursing home you worked in. You even worked the shift she died in."
"So? I don't remember her. When did that happen?"
"I think you know pretty well. Is that how you and Kevin met?"
"I've never seen these men before in my life. I'm a victim here, why are you treating me like a suspect?"
"Because you are," Reed replied coldly. "Where are they hiding?"
She just rolled her eyes. "That's ridiculous." She stood up and walked towards the door, but the police officer wouldn't let her pass.
"Sit down," Brass said.
"You have no right to keep me in here!" she said nervously.
"Do you have any idea what happens if our CSI dies? You'll all get the needle."
She stood there looking at Brass, not saying anything.
"If someone dies during a robbery, everyone goes down for murder, not just the guy pulling the trigger. We will prove that you're in on this. This is your chance for a free pass. Tell us where they are and the D.A. won't prosecute you," he explained.
The cuffs were off, finally. He managed to get them off. But what now? It's been an hour since the phone call with Brass and they still didn't rescue him. They were driving for such a long time, thought, he had no idea where they were. The window shades were down, he couldn't even look outside the damn windows! Except now he could. He was walking towards the windows to take a look outside. Wasteland. He wasn't sure, judging by this view, if he was still in Nevada. It wasn't a big city, though.
The door was opening. He quickly sat down and put his hands behind his back.
"Hey. You hungry?" Corey asked as he walked in with some food.
Greg was starving, but his hands weren't tied anymore. If he would say yes, Corey would want to untie him. So he just shook his head.
"Come on, eat something." He walked up to Greg and wanted to untie him. When he discovered that the cuffs were already off, he didn't react as Greg expected him to. He just got the food and placed it in front of him. "Eat up." He walked out.
That was weird, Greg thought. Corey obviously really doesn't want to kill me. But did this mean he wanted Greg to escape? Just eat and think about that later, he thought.
FBI agents stormed the house in Colorado City, Utah. That's where the hostage, Ms. Hendrick, said they'd hide.
The CSIs had to stay in Vegas, though. They were nervously waiting for some news.
Catherine's cell phone was ringing. Caller ID was Brass', he was allowed to join the FBI to Colorado City.
"Did you find him?" She put it on speaker.
"They're gone. They probably knew we were coming. Maybe Ms. Hendricks somehow let them know."
Everybody got worried. If they knew they were coming, did they also know that their friend wouldn't be released from jail?
"Leslie Donovan's body was found in that house. Looks like she's been dead for a while."
Catherine fought back tears. "Do you know how she died?"
"She was shot. The coroner's on his way, maybe he can tell us more."
"What are we gonna do now?" Sara asked.
"Well first of all, I think it's a good sign they took him with them. They might still believe that Neil Donovan's going to get out. Second, the FBI's looking for evidence right now. Stay calm, we'll do our best to find him," Brass said as he picked up a cell phone lying on the floor. It was the phone the hostage taker used to contact Brass with.
"He's opening his eyes," a male voice said.
Greg's vision was blurred and he was confused. He didn't know where he was or how he got there. He tried to slowly sit up, but a man gently pushed him back.
"Please, stay down. Can you tell me your name?"
His vision was getting clearer. He identified the man talking to him as a paramedic. He didn't answer his question, though. He couldn't.
"Do you remember what happened? You were found lying on the roadside, unconscious and badly bruised."
"...Where am I?" he was finally able to talk.
"You're in an ambulance. We found you uncon..."
Greg interrupted him. "No, I mean, what City is this?"
"We're in St. George."
"St. George? What State is this?"
The paramedic looked a bit confused. "We're in Utah."
"No, I need to get to Vegas..." he replied, still a little dozy. The effect of the drug they put in his food was slowly wearing off, but he could still feel it's effects.
"Can you tell me your name?" the paramedic asked again, but Greg was already unconscious again. "Maybe he has a concussion," he said to his colleague, wondering about why Greg needed to get to Vegas and why he didn't know which State he was in.