WHAT ELSE COULD GO WRONG?
Chapter 5
Author: Sandersgirl
A/N: Thank you for all those reviews! Keep R&R, OK? ;-)
Greg's POV
When he was dragged out the store, he could have sworn that he had seen Brass' face into the crowd of cops waiting outside. And he wasn't wearing his usual cool expression, he could swear that he had seen fear into the captain's eyes. But maybe it wasn't fear, maybe it wasn't even Brass. He couldn't believe himself in that moment.
The next thing he saw was the dirty mess that was the inside of his captors' van when he was violently pushed inside it. He heard the doors closed behind him and Sara's voice, althought he couldn't understand what she was saying.
After that, everything went black...
Sara's POV
It was simple: she was scared. Not scared, terrified. But she would never tell anyone, she would never show it. She used to think that if she pretended to be brave she would have control over the situation, but the truth was that she didn't have the control. Those guys in the front seat, they had the control, they were in charge. She was inside a van without windows, with an unconscious and badly hurt Greg lying on her lap and three armed men driving them to an unknown destiny.
Then she did something that she hadn't done in a long time: she cried.
Grissom and Catherine arrived to the LVPD and went straight to Brass' office looking for answers.
They found him sitting on his chair, working on the computer. He looked up when he heard them storming in his office.
"What happened and why aren't doing something to find them?" were Catherine's first and angry words.
Grissom looked at her and she understood that shouting didn't help.
-"Sorry Jim." she said.
Brass nodded.
-"It's okay," he said, "I'm worried too."
Grissom turned his attention to Brass.
-"What happened?"
-"Three guys broke into a 7/11. They just wanted to take the money and run away, but something went wrong: somebody called the cops. And they ended running away with two hostages."
-"Greg and Sara", Cath said.
-"Yeah."
-"Do we know if they are okay?"
-"Well, Greg didn't look good to me. He seemed a little disoriented and he had blood on his face. The shopkeeper said that one of the robbers hit him and that he lost consciousness a couple of times."
-"Shit", Catherine said. "And what do we know about them?"
-"There are three, one of them is an ex-cop. They mentioned the name of one... Bob. We know they drive a grey volkswagen van, plate number Nevada 57832 T. I did a little research and it belongs to some Steven Mathers, he was a cop in San Francisco."
-"We got him!", Catherine exclaimed.
-"Not so fast", Brass said. "We don't know where he is. His addres isn't here", he said indicating the computer. "All police departments in Nevada are in alert. If somebody sees a grey volswagen van we'll know it. Now all we can do is wait."
They stayed silent. Catherine looked at Grissom, who seemed to be deep in his thoughs.
-"What are you thinking?" she asked him.
He looked up at her, and then at Brass.
-"I think there's more we can do."
With that he stood up and left the room, and Catherine followed him.