Catherine was woken by the sound of the chain being pulled across what she presumed was the door. She shook her head lightly, and slowly blinked her eyes several times to regain focus and adjust to the light. She knew she needed to stay alert, there was no telling how long these people had been gone, or what their intentions were. Listening intently, she could, this time, distinguish three separate sets of footsteps. Two sets being made by boot like footwear, and the third had a slight shuffle, possibly shoes or tennis shoes.

"Here she is boss, as you requested, not one hair out of place," the now familiar gruff voice almost boasted.

"Good, good. Well, let me see what we have here," a mocking voice rasped, as Catherine felt her hair once again being pulled, so her face was upturned.

She found herself gazing at someone who looked familiar, yet didn't. She was sure she'd come across him at some point, but couldn't quite place him. She started to search her memory, going through the alphabet trying to find a forename or surname that fit him.

"It's been three hours, are we going to make the call, Steve?" The younger blond man asked.

After a nod from this new person, Steve reached for a cell phone, while the younger man went to a laptop and started to tap away. Catherine couldn't see what he was accessing but assumed it was some form of security software to prevent the call from being traced.

Steve waited the few seconds it took the other man to type away before asking, "All set Marc?" After a quick nod from the blond man, he hit the call button and waited a couple of seconds for the call to connect, moving to look over Marc's shoulder as he did so.

Catherine listened to the one side of the conversation. Hearing the name Grissom, she became alert. She watched attentively as the two men's concentration was on the screen of the computer. She physically jumped as Steve started to scream down the phone, trying to push herself back in the chair as he approached her. The tape stung as it was ripped from her mouth and she could not avoid letting out a small cry, partly from pain, partly from fear of what was to happen. Throughout the time she was being hit, she resolved not to let these men see a weakness that they could then manipulate. It hurt, but in her other lifetime, with Eddie, she'd received worse. As the blows stopped, she felt she'd won a small victory as she'd avoided shouting out.

This victorious feeling did not last however, as her eyes were drawn to the familiar sound of the safety of a gun being removed. She could not help the look of fear her face held as the gun was pointed towards her head, the boss who was holding it, had no emotion evident on his face as he coldly warned her, "I've killed before and got way with it. What makes you think I won't kill you? Where would that leave your father and daughter?"

At that moment, Marc held the digital camera and took his shot. Tapping away at the computer again he connected the camera, waited a few seconds, then turned to the other two, "It's been sent."

BIt was Steve who suggested that they leave Catherine to discuss their plans further in the comfort of the office. Without a further glance at Catherine they left, ensuring the door was once again secured behind them.

Catherine sat in the silence of the warehouse, she could feel the warm trickle of blood from her nose, it was slowly lessening. Her mouth was filled with the metallic taste of blood as she realised her lips must have been cut during the assault. This surprisingly was not what was concerning her; instead she was focusing on the new evidence. Her two captors now had names, in a way that was reassuring as they were beginning to personalize themselves before her. The boss was who occupied most of her mind however, he most probably was someone she'd dealt with in her years at CSI and he knew her father, a dangerous combination, if only she could remember his name.