Disclaimer: these are not my characters, although I wish they were… they belong to CBS

Summary: When a member of the team gets attacked, the rest team will stop at nothing to find the person who did it.

As Sara strode purposely down the hallway, carrying a pile of folders, she sighed.

It had been a hard, long, tiring night. They're had been a number of rape cases in Henderson that had been very disturbing. All the women had been raped, and then beaten to death. Sara had just matched a set of finger prints on the door knob to a rapist that had just been let out of jail after 20 years.

I guess he couldn't wait until he just died, Sara thought angrily. The man had been diagnosed with cancer.

Sara walked into Grissom's office. He was sitting at his desk, deep in thought, looking at a thick folder, his chair slightly turned. Her heart did a little flip. Ever since she had met him, Sara liked him, and, as time went on, that crush grew into something more. Not wanting to surprise him, she tapped lightly on the door. Grissom's head whipped up, a startled look on his face. Once he realized who had shaken him out of his reverie, a flustered look came over his face. He turned quickly around on his chair and stuffed the folder in a drawer in his desk.

"Hey, Sara, did you match the prints in AFIS?" he asked, slightly breathy.

Sara, trying and losing to suppress a grin, nodded and said, "Yeah, they matched to an," she reading through the folder, "Arthur Masstraw, convicted of rape in the '80's and was recently released. He now lives in Henderson, in the same apartment complex as our vic," Sara looked up to see Grissom staring intently at her face. "Grissom?" Sara asked, uncomfortable with him staring at her. She shifted her weight to her other foot.

"Huh? Oh, right, err, ok, umm, take Warrick and Brass and head over there now," he said, seemingly more uncomfortable than when Sara walked in.

Sara glanced at her watch. It was almost end of shift. She relayed this to Grissom.

"You're maxed out on over-time," he said, slightly more comfortable, "we'll call that a day, and, at the start of next shift, go there with the guys." He nodded, reached over and grabbed a stack of tan folders and started reading them, or at least pretending to.

Sara felt a pinprick in her heart, but she was used to Grissom's abrupt way of speaking to her. She turned away and headed to the Evidence Locker to put the stuff away. Once she was done, she gathered up all of her things and headed to the front door, eager to get away from Grissom and the case. Outside her car, Sara thought about where she could go tonight, as she was not going to go back to her lonely apartment.

Who cares where you go, she thought to herself, just as long as it's away from him.

She hopped into her car and sped off to the Strip, to take her mind off other, more depressing, matters.

"Hey, Griss, have you seen Sara?" Nick said, sticking his head into Grissom's office.

Grissom looked up from a stack of reports.

"No, why? Is she not here?" he asked, trying to keep the concern out of his voice.

"Yeah, she was supposed to have breakfast with me and Catherine but we missed her," Nick's Texan voice edged with worry.

Pushing away alarming thoughts that were threatening to take over his brain, Grissom nodded slowly and said, "This morning, first thing, she was supposed to check out a suspect in Henderson with Brass and Warrick," Looking down at his desk, Grissom picked up a slip of paper. "You finished your case, right?" Grissom asked, "Because I've got an attacked/raped woman case downtown that needs looking at. Are you up to it?"

"Uh, yeah, sure I'll take it," Nick said, accepting the piece of paper, and was about to leave the room when Grissom called him back.

"And bring Greg."

Nick hopped out of the Tahoe and opened the back door to grab his silver field kit, as did Greg, on the other side. He crossed over the crime scene tape and looked around to see the detective. Once he spotted him, he raised and eyebrow in confusion. It was Brass.

"Hey, Brass, aren't you supposed to be with Sara and Warrick in Henderson?" Nick asked, walking over to the detective.

"Am I? Well, it helps if they tell me. They probably found a new lead and forgot about me," he mocked crying for a second before getting down to business. "Unidentified woman, approximately 35, brunette, raped and beaten, yet still breathing, was left and found here," Brass motioned to the surrounding ally, "at around 11 tonight by a late garbage man, who I already got a statement from. The woman was rushed to the hospital and is in emergency right now. All there's left to do is process the crime scene," Brass nodded to the two men and crossed back under the crime scene tape to talk to some police officers.

Nick turned to Greg. "Superiority means I get to chose and I feel like processing the crime scene. Have fun at the hospital, Greg, CSI Level 1," Nick snickered at his own joke and looked towards the crime scene.

"Fiend," Greg said under his breath and turned towards the Tahoe.

Once Greg got to the hospital, he had to wait for half an hour to get to the front desk and then another ten minutes for the nurse to check his ID and find the room the victim was in. when he finally got to the room the victim was in a stable condition and would fully recover. After Greg got the rape kit and fingerprints, shift was half over. Once he finally got to the CSI building, he rushed the SAT's kit to DNA and the fingerprints to Jackie; he was starving so he went to the Break Room. He wasn't even half-way there when his pager went off. When he looked at it, it was a 911 from Jackie. Frowning, he turned around and went back the way he came.

"Wow, that was fast, I can't believe that I beat you in DNA a couple of years ago." He grinned. They had raced the fingerprints and DNA in a case and when Jackie lost, she had to wear a crazy hat for an entire shift. Greg looked down at her, expecting to se her smiling a little, too. Instead, she wore a look of dismay on her face. Wordlessly, she turned the computer around to face him and pointed. Greg's eyes widened and his heart nearly stopped. He stared at the screen and, staring right back at him, that gap-toothed smile of hers plastered on her face, was Sara Sidle.