"See if there are any witnesses -- this isn't as isolated a location as the previous ones. I don't see her cellphone anywhere--we might be able to track her location."
Brass immediately picks up his phone, calling in to the Lab.
"Judy, put me through to Archie," he said into the phone, forgoing his normal pleasantries to the young secretary. After a beat, she obviously connects him immediately. "Archie, I need you to track a cell phone, right now. This is your only priority."
Brass turns to Grissom, covering the receiver. "What's her number?"
The location is an old warehouse. Water drips down from busted pipes. The air is dank, musty, and foul.
Sara groans, moving her head gingerly and sitting up. She isn't bound to her chair, though a chain rests on the floor next to her feet.
"You're awake, my princess," her captor croons, moving into the light before her. "Excellent. I wouldn't want you to miss anything."
She glares up at him, refusing to show fear. "What do you want with me?"
"What does anyone want, Princess? So many things. I've been watching you for many years." Despite herself, she shudders at his words and he smiles. "I've seen you at your best, and you are the best in your vocation. It's only appropriate that now I see you at your worst."
He reaches out, tracing a hand along one shoulder. "It would be a pity to marr such beautiful skin." The other hand struck swiftly, leaving her stunned. "But such will only enhance your beauty. I want your anger. I want your screams. Because no one can hear you. And no one will find you. It's just you and me, Sara. You and
And she laughs, spitting blood out with each breath. "Alone? Physically, I'll give you that. But I've never walked alone a day of my life. And even if you do kill me, you lose. I'll scream from pain, but not from fear. You won't add me to your collection. You don't own me."
"Bitch!" he snarls, hitting her again. "You weren't cooperating--you didn't play your part as I wanted. That's why I had to find you--where did you keep vanishing to? I checked your building, there were no hidden exits. You should have been mine weeks ago. If you had, maybe that poor child would still be alive."
"Don't you fucking blame me for your sick motives, bastard," she hisses, turning painfully.
"They were you, princess, even the men. They were all you, broken, twisted, defiled and pure. And by nightfall, that's what you will be." Back to crooning, holding her head tenderly before yanking her hair back savagely.
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Someone has to make jokes.
(And it's always Greg.)
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He crouches next to the field kit, taking swabs of the blood. "One of you take molds of the footprints and tire treads."
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"Gil, what do you need me to do?"
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"Judy, put me through to Archie," he said into the phone, forgoing his normal pleasantries to the young secretary. After a beat, she obviously connects him immediately. "Archie, I need you to track a cell phone, right now. This is your only priority."
Brass turns to Grissom, covering the receiver. "What's her number?"
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Light brown, bloody scalp attached.
Despite his worry, he finds himself smiling. Didn't go without a fight, did you?
"Call DNA as well -- we have hair, scalp, and blood samples. Top priority--this individual may be in the system."
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Sara groans, moving her head gingerly and sitting up. She isn't bound to her chair, though a chain rests on the floor next to her feet.
"You're awake, my princess," her captor croons, moving into the light before her. "Excellent. I wouldn't want you to miss anything."
She glares up at him, refusing to show fear. "What do you want with me?"
"What does anyone want, Princess? So many things. I've been watching you for many years." Despite herself, she shudders at his words and he smiles. "I've seen you at your best, and you are the best in your vocation. It's only appropriate that now I see you at your worst."
He reaches out, tracing a hand along one shoulder. "It would be a pity to marr such beautiful skin." The other hand struck swiftly, leaving her stunned. "But such will only enhance your beauty. I want your anger. I want your screams. Because no one can hear you. And no one will find you. It's just you and me, Sara. You and
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"Don't you fucking blame me for your sick motives, bastard," she hisses, turning painfully.
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