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Warrick had been searching the dumpster for about 15 minutes, and had found nothing connected to the crime. All he found was that wherever he went the smell of old garbage followed. Greg continued to snap photo after photo of the entrails, and just as he was heading in the direction of Catherine and Grissom something caught his eye. It was the evidence bag with the foam cup in it. He quickly walked over to it, ignoring the puzzled looks he was getting from Catherine and Grissom.

“Hey you guys!” he called “I got something!”

Warrick, Catherine and Grissom got up from their positions and made their way over to Greg. He stood over the bag pointing to it.

“Evidence.” He said bending down. “I don’t get this…a cup in an evidence bag with the wrong coloured seal and no initials. Do you think this is maybe the spot that Nick and Sara were taken?”

“Could be.” Said Grissom, acting calmer than he was before “It’s not really in sight, darker due to the shadows…I think it’s time we get the tracker dogs in.”

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The dogs were brought in a matter of ten minutes and were put straight to work. Nick and Sara’s vest’s were held up to their noses, and with a howl the two dogs took of down the alley followed closely by Warrick. But they soon stopped round the corner.

“What’s happening?” asked Warrick, breathing quite heavily “Why’d they stop?”

“They’ve lost the scent.” Said one of the men holding the dogs. “The trail ends here.”

Warrick looked down and saw that there was a rather large void. It had rained earlier and it was obvious that some sort of vehicle had been parked in the spot. Warrick quickly pulled out a tape measure and began to measure the void.

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After processing the scene, the CSI’s made their way back to the lab. Catherine went straight to work on the foam cup and evidence bag, swabbing for epithelia’s. She groaned when she came up with nothing. Soon Grissom came in, wondering if she had found anything.

“I swabbed the bag and I also checked the for prints but I got nothing.”

“I was hoping for a better answer.” Sighed Grissom “I don’t think we’re going to get lucky with this guy. He does his work clean.”

“Gil don’t talk like that. We are going to get Nick and Sara back, and they’re going to be ok…what’s wrong with you just now?”

“What do you mean?” asked Grissom sternly

“Well at the scene you did nothing but snap at people and it looks like you’re about to do it again.”

“Look Catherine.” He said bluntly “I am not going to argue with you. Just help me get them back.”

“Fine!”

Grissom walked off into the hall, and soon heard shouting coming from near the reception area. He quickly made his way round and saw Hodges pulling at a package from a delivery boy, who was being held back by security.

“What the hell are you doing Hodges!?” cried Grissom.

“The guy was handling the package. I thought I should get it off of him before he wiped off any trace.”

“Trace of what?” asked Warrick, as he Greg and Catherine joined the two.

Hodges soon began to clarify.

“Uh, sorry…it’s…it’s about Nick and Sara.”

Hodges, holding the package by the edges gently handed it to Grissom who snapped on a pair of gloves before handling it.

“Let me do this.” He said to his team before walking off to a nearby lab.

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Turning off the lights, Grissom shone the UV light over the package. Nothing was seen. He cut a slit down the edge of the envelope, and cautiously opened peering inside. There was a tape and a flash drive for the computer. Gently pulling the objects out he used the UV light to see if there were any prints, but again there was nothing.

Sighing for what felt like the thousandth time that night, Grissom madder his way to the break room where he found the rest of his team. They were sitting at a table looking tired, scared and helpless.

Grissom pulled a cassette player off of a shelf and sat it on the table. He stuck in the tape and soon the sound of “The Turtles, Outside Chance” came blaring out the speakers. He walked over to the computer, Catherine, Warrick and Greg on their feet watching his every move. He plugged in the flash drive and soon a slid show came up.

Bring 2 million in 12 hours

Or the CSI’s Die

Drop off instructions to Follow

Until then

You can only

WATCH

Grissom clicked on the ‘WATCH’ button, and what the team saw shocked them. Nick and Sara lying in a box underground. They were huddled closely together. A bright light was shinning in the box, and the two were screwing up their faces as they looked at it. Grissom, Greg, Warrick and Catherine just stood there with their jaws resting on the floor.

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Nick and Sara bolted up as far as they could when the light flooded the small coffin. They screwed up their eyes at the brightness of the light. The were panicking. The small fan that was attached to the side of the coffin was beginning to slow down, but neither heard it over the panic.

“Nick!?” said Sara, clutching his arm “What’s going on!?”

“I don’t know.” He said, thumping at the side of the walls again. “Let’s try and push again.”

Sara nodded and soon the two were pushing again. They groaned at the pressure, but the lid didn’t budge. The light was still blaring, creating the heat in the coffin to become worse. They were underground, hot, tired, sore and completely helpless.

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