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[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."

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[captainbrass.livejournal.com]

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."

[gris_bug_man]

Grissom's cellphone rings.

Grissom, it's Archie. I put a trace out on Sara's phone, like Brass asked. I've narrowed the location down to a place about fifteen miles from your current location.

"Excellent. Where is the signal originating?"

A few minutes later, he snaps his phone closed. "We have a location. Let's move--and get an ambulance on the way, sirens off."

[captainbrass.livejournal.com]

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?"

[gris_bug_man]

"Since this case started, I haven't gone anywhere without it."

[captainbrass.livejournal.com]

Giving Gil a knowing look, he gestured down the driveway to his unmarked vehicle.

"I'm driving."

[gris_bug_man]

He gets in without arguing, one hand already fingering his gun.

[captainbrass.livejournal.com]

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."

[gris_bug_man]

"Fine. Go."