A/N: Hey everyone! So, this is the first fanfic I have written in 2 years, as well as my first CSI fic. Basically, the way this season of the show ended did not fly with me (I am a huge GSR fan, and Sara is my favorite character on the show!) and it's been bugging me ever since. So, I decided to write a favorable ending to the whole kidnapping of Sara : ) The first few chapters will be about finding Sara, and then the last few chapters will be about her recovery. I hope that it's okay, and that everyone enjoys it!

Summary: Sara has gone missing. Can Grissom and the team find her before it is too late? And, if they do find her, will she be able to recover from the horrible, near death experience? GSR. Post "Living Dolls."

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own anything CSI... if I did, Jorja Fox would definitely be returning next season, and Grissom and Sara would have shared an on-screen kiss by now ; )

Italic font represents the thoughts of a character.

Prologue

A fierce wind whipped around the car, shrieking into the open desert. Cold rain pounded on the metal roof and sides of the vehicle, as the temperature continued to drop in the stormy night. A small black form, barley visible beneath the wreckage of metal and glass, slowly moved, releasing a barely audible whimper. She was alone. How it had happened, she wasn't sure. All she could remember was putting her field kit in the trunk of her car. She had closed the door and was about to get into the car herself when she had heard it.

"Sara..." a chilling whisper had called her name. Then, before she realized anything, there was a light pop and she began to feel a strange warmth flowing through her vains. And that was it. She was now here, face down in the rough gravel of the desert, being crushed on all sides by a car. She could hardly move. Her left foot had fallen asleep... or perhaps it was broken? She couldn't tell. The pouring rain was making its way under the car, and she was already soaked through and through. How could this have happened? Perhaps the more important question, the one she should really be asking herself is: why. Why did someone want to kill her? Since she had awoken from her induced slumber, she had been racing through every recent case, wondering if she had, in someway, offended someone in an exceptional manner. Yet, there was no silver bullet that came to mind.

Sara closed her eyes, and tried to focus on something other then the pain and coldness that were consuming her. I'm sure the lab is working on may case... and I completely trust all of them. This is all going to work out. After all, we found Nick! I know they'll find me too. I'm sure Grissom... "Grissom." She whispered his name into the cold air, her lips trembling at the mere breath of it. Tears began to prick at the backs of her eyelids, but she refused to yield to them. Poor Grissom, she thought, he must be a wreck right now. I know I would be if something like this had happened to him. I wish more than anything he could be here with me now! Sara let out a frustrated cry as the tears began to flow down her cheeks, mixing with the frigid rain that continued to fall.

He sat at his desk, unmoving except for the shallow breaths he took every few seconds. It had never been this bad before: with Nick, he had been upset but still able to think, stall able to function. But this time... it was a whole different story. It was Sara, his Sara, and he was having a hard enough time grappling with the fact that she was missing, let alone with the fact that he was completely powerless to save her. So there he sat, staring at the newest miniature model, the tiny hand of the Sara doll slowly moving up and down, mocking him and his inability to help. There she was, right in front of him. Yet, in reality she was tens of miles away... perhaps even hundreds of miles away. Still...the answer was there. Grissom knew it was, just like it had been there in every other crime scene. He just had to open his mind... think outside the box.

"Hey, Gil," a somber Catherine slowly entered the dark office, "How's it going?"

His only response to her was to continue to stare at the model.

"Okay... well, I just wanted to update you--"

"Have you found anything?" Grissom interrupted her sentence, never breaking his gaze from the miniature pile of wreckage before him.

"Unfortunately, we haven't come across anything yet. Brass is with Natalie now, but she's not responding. The others are searching Sara's car and reviewing security footage from the garage. I just... Gil, I'm not sure how this is going to turn out."

"I know," Grissom responded.

"I'm so sorry. We're doing the best we can, it's just..."

"I know," Grissom said again, this time looking up at his longtime friend. He gave her a weak smile, which surprisingly seemed to encourage her a bit.

"Okay, well I'm gonna head back to the garage... If you need anything, I'm just a phone call away," slowly turning, Catherine began to leave the small room, unsure of whether or not there was more she should be doing to help her friend. She was barely out the door when Grissom's voice caught her attention.

"Catherine," he said urgently. She quickly turned around to find him already striding across the room to meet her, miniature in hand, "Walk with me."

They set off down the hall in the direction of trace as Grissom began to share his ideas, "In every previous model, every detail has been set up to precisely match the crime scene. If that holds true for this model, we might be able to match the sediments from the rocks in the miniature to a general area in Nevada. Hopefully Natalie used rocks from the actual location as ground cover for the miniature."

"Well," said Catherine, her internal flame of hope growing slightly brighter at his plan, "there's an actual possibility that may work. We'll need an expert... I'll call UNLV, and see if they can send someone over from Geoscience."

"Great. Let me know what's going on as soon as you know... I'll be with Hodges in trace."

And with that, Grissom continued down the hall at a hurried pace, leaving Catherine where she stood. She paused for a moment, smiling to herself, then whipped out her cell to call the University.

A/N: So, for those of you who may have read before, I decided to make the first 2 chapters into one b/c they were so short. So, this whole section is the prologue, and Chapter 1 is actually the new chapter : )