We drove off and I was sitting in the backseat, with Lindsey on my lap. All of the sudden I remembered my cell phone.

The idea freaked me out but I had to try, for Lindsey’s sake, and for Catherine’s. I moved my hand towards my pocket and slowly pulled out the phone while I covered my actions with Lindsey’s body. He couldn’t see what I was doing. I thought for a minute, and I chose Grissom’s number. Catherine gave it to me for emergencies when I wasn’t able to reach her, Grissom would most likely know where she was.

Grissom’s POV

I picked up the phone, unknown number. “Damn, this better be good I don’t have the time to get phone calls now.” He grumbled, he was mad. Mad that he let that guy escape. He should have killed him when he had the chance. Now he had Lindsey and Jenn.

“Why are you doing this to us, instead of making a fast get away when you escape, you go hunting down some more innocent people?” …

“Shut up *****!” …

I stopped breathing; that was Jenn, Catherine’s sister. She managed to call him. I covered the phone and connected it to a recording device, and started recording the call.

“You’re driving down to Lake Mead, I can’t believe it, you could have been miles away and you’re driving down to Lake Mead with hostages.” …

“I thought I told you to shut up, what is so hard to understand about that?” …

I smiled, that could only be Catherine’s sister no doubt about it. She was just like her sister.

At that moment Warrick opened the door holding Catherine in his arm, she was crying. Sara followed close behind them, walking with her crutches. She looked so vulnerable when she entered the room and sat down on one of the chairs.

“Go to the break room now, I will be there soon.”

Warrick turned around and he stepped out of the door. Still carrying Catherine, he would probably be glad when he could lay her down on the couch.

Sara was struggling to get up from the chair and I gave her a hand. “I have to go to the trace labs, I’ll be right back.” She nodded silently and headed towards the break room.