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Apr. 13th, 2006 10:17 am
gris_bug_man: (pissed -- _empty_inside)
[personal profile] gris_bug_man
Pick up, Sara. Let me know you're all right.

The call went to voicemail for the sixth time.

Getting in his vehicle, he drove to her last location, the latest crime scene. Walking inside, he saw files scattered and a bloody field kit.

Ten minutes later, the rest of the team had assembled at the sight.

"We're going with the assumption that he wanted her alive," he said roughly, refusing to consider the alternative.

"Spread out, people. See what we can find."

Date: 2006-04-13 04:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Assuming makes an ass out of you and some guy named Ming, Grissom," Greg murmurs to Nick in a sing-song sort of voice.

Someone has to make jokes.

(And it's always Greg.)

Date: 2006-04-13 04:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Brass would save the barking at everyone in a uniform for later.

"Gil, what do you need me to do?"

Date: 2006-04-13 04:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
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?"

Date: 2006-04-13 05:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Brass in turn rattles off the number to Archie. "It's Sara, Archie. Call me if you find anything."

He hangs up the phone unceremoniously, turning to the door to growl at some uniforms who have arrived. "If you even think about disturbing this crime scene, I will personally see to it that you're all flipping burgers by tomorrow. Canvas the area. Anyone who saw anything, ever, bring them to me. If they don't talk, tell them they're going to be held for twenty-four hours in the finest accommodations the Las Vegas Police Department has to offer."

They stand a little dumb-founded, and Brass growls. "Go!"

As the cops starts to canvas the neighborhood, Brass turns back to Grissom as he studies the sample. Brass calls for Vega, and motions down to Grissom's sample. "Bring this in to DNA, as quickly as possible. I'll call it in." As Vega nods, and takes the sample, Brass claps him on the back once and then glaces at Gil.

"She got a piece of him, huh?"

Date: 2006-04-13 05:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"He's smart," Brass agrees. "But my money is on you."

Date: 2006-04-13 05:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Brass gives the kid a determined look. "Anything else you can remember? Markings on the van? The make? License plate? Busted window, bumper sticker, rack on the top, anything? Listen, that lady is our friend. It's important."

Date: 2006-04-13 05:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Brass lets the fact the kid had no problems when it was a hooker being dragged into a van against her will slide for now.

"Yes, it will," Brass says firmly, pulling the glorified walkie-talkie from his belt.

"I need an APB put out - white truck, possibly a Ford, license plate beginning in Tango, X-Ray, Oscar. Suspect a white male, mid to late 50s, light brown hair, scarring on the right cheek. Heading North. Consider him armed and dangerous, with a hostage," Brass said, swallowing back a touch of bile in his throat for the first time in a long time.

He makes a few more calls - Wendy, Henry to run the plate numbers against the DMV database, and sends a small fleet heading North to start canvassing.

"He fucked up too many times already. We'll find him."

Date: 2006-04-13 07:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Brass sighs a barely noticeable dragon's breath and starts shouting directions to various people as they move to the door.

"Do you have your gun?"

Date: 2006-04-13 07:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Giving Gil a knowing look, he gestured down the driveway to his unmarked vehicle.

"I'm driving."

Date: 2006-04-13 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Brass flies out of his spot with a screech of tires and a rather reckless three point turn, and starts speeding down the road, most of the uniforms still piling into their cruisers behind them.

He flips on the flashing lights, and they drive in silence for several minutes at an almost negligent speed, the only sounds static over his scanner and disembodied voices neither pays much attention to as the desert flies by the car's slightly tinted windows.

"Gil, I go in first, and you stay behind me and listen to what I'm telling you. You pull any cowboy bullshit with this psycho and there's no telling what he'll do."

To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 05:52 pm (UTC)
lvpd_sidle: (injured -- rose_noire)
From: [personal profile] lvpd_sidle
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 me."

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 06:01 pm (UTC)
lvpd_sidle: (injured -- rose_noire)
From: [personal profile] lvpd_sidle
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."

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 06:19 pm (UTC)
lvpd_sidle: (faith or fear -- fizzy_lifting)
From: [personal profile] lvpd_sidle
"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.

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 06:23 pm (UTC)
lvpd_sidle: (injured -- rose_noire)
From: [personal profile] lvpd_sidle
"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.

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 07:47 pm (UTC)
lvpd_sidle: (faith or fear -- fizzy_lifting)
From: [personal profile] lvpd_sidle
"No thanks," she grounds out, one hand tightening around the chain at her feet. "Purity isn't my thing."

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 07:51 pm (UTC)
lvpd_sidle: (injured -- rose_noire)
From: [personal profile] lvpd_sidle
"I don't want to silence your voice, Princess. Not yet. I will hear your screams."

He moves behind her, hands on her waist.

And she laughs. "Going to rape me? Hate to disappoint you, but it wouldn't be the first time."

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 07:57 pm (UTC)
lvpd_sidle: (injured -- rose_noire)
From: [personal profile] lvpd_sidle
He pulls away with a growl. "Tainted by another man's seed?"

He pulls a knife from his belt. "By your blood you shall be made pure once again."

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 08:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Pulling up ( to the location Archie's provided for them, Brass cuts the lights and jumps out of the car, running with his gun drawn and clenched in both of his hands, along the wall of the rather filthy warehouse.

Giving Gil a signal with a tilt of his head, he slides open a large, rusty door with as little sound as he possible and squeezes through it, gun first, eyes squinting as he adjusts to the change in light.

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Brass realizes that there's no time left, and swears inside his head as his hands tense around the handle of his gun.

It's too far, and too dark, to take a shot and guarantee he won't hit Sara as well, or have her end up with a throat full of BFK for his troubles, but if he says anything the guy could slit her throat in an instant.

His gun trained on the shadow's head, he starts to move along the wall in the shadows as quickly and quietly as possible.

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 08:43 pm (UTC)
lvpd_sidle: (injured -- rose_noire)
From: [personal profile] lvpd_sidle
"You will be made beautiful in your misery," the man croons once again, caressing her cheek with the flat side of the blade. A sound outside distracts him.

His grip on the knife loosens.

And she moves, elbowing hard into his abdomen and pushing out of the chair, swinging the chain gripped in her hand.

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 08:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Brass breaks out into a full run, gasping despite his already heavy breathing as Sara swings the chain and obviously hits the assailant with great force.

The man falls back, but the angle of their bodies is wrong for Brass to shoot, and he curses out loud and screams "LVPD" as the suspect lunges again for Sara.

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 08:56 pm (UTC)
lvpd_sidle: (injured -- rose_noire)
From: [personal profile] lvpd_sidle
"She's mine! You can't take my prize from me!" the man screams back, enraged, slashing blindly for Sara, but unable to see her in the darkness.

And once again, she laughs, panting hard. "Told you. I've never walked alone. You've lost."

Choosing her moment, she races past him and Brass, meeting up with Grissom and giving the detective a clear shot. He is still pursuing her blindly.

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 09:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He doesn't make it far, as Brass quickly fires two shots, one lodging in the suspect's shoulder and spinning his torso around as the other bullet lodges in his arm.

The suspect falls to the ground, grabbing his arm and dropping his knife. Brass, with his gun now trained squarely between the man's eyes, runs over just as the bastard reaches for his lost weapon.

With one, well-placed boot heel, Brass crushes the bones in the man's other wrist as he slams it onto the concrete floor. "Move again, and you're dead."

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 09:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Brass kicks away the knife.

"I'm sure you'll find another princess in the Clark County Detention Center, until they put you on Death Row that is. Now roll onto your back, or you're going to find out just how many times I can shoot you without killing you."

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Brass slaps cuffs on the man, ignoring his shrieks of pain, and pats him down for other weapons before signaling for the paramedics to come over.

"You're under arrest for the kidnapping and assault of Sare Sidle. You have the right to remain silent. Of course, you're a serial killer and we have enough evidence to send you away until you piss your diapers and choke, so it really doesn't matter either way, does it, pal? If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney and to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided to you at no cost. During any questioning, you may decide at any time to exercise these rights, not answer any questions, or make any statements."

He can see Vartann enter the building, and waves him over as the paramedics begin to take a look at the suspect's wounds. "Keep him in restraints, and I want at least two armed uniforms in the room with him at all times. And get his full identification so we can get warrants for any properties or vehicles not at this scene."

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 09:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Do you really want Warrick processing Sara's blood splatter, and Greg swabbing her epithelials from that chain?" he asks point blank, not looking for an answer.

"I'm going to need to stick around, turn in my gun and make a statement. You heading to the hospital?"

[Allergy meds = thick fingers, omg. *blushes*]

Re: To Find

Date: 2006-04-13 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Brass gives him a knowing nod. "It shouldn't take too long. I didn't even get to kill him," he adds with a rueful half-smile. "Give Sara my best, and tell her... tell her good work."


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