WHAT where they Thinking?
Grissom's words dropped into the silence like lead and Catherine's throat began to close. Had he just said what she thought he had? He loved Sara?
It made since, now. The things she'd seen, ways they'd looked at each other, the light in their eyes. And now…Oh, God…now Sara was trapped under a car in the middle of the Nevada desert.
Warrick stared at the miniature in front of him, not really hearing his supervisor's words. At least the doll was moving. Sara might still be alive. Somewhere. Under a car. In the desert. In the rain.
They needed to get choppers up, uniforms searching. They needed to get moving.
Wait a minute—had Grissom just said he loved Sara? This was about getting even with Grissom?
What the hell had been going on around here?
Greg's mind was twisting in tandem with his stomach. Sara—his best friend, his buddy, was missing. Trapped under a car, alone. God, how had this happened. Sara was a strong woman, how had the killer managed to get her under that damned car?
Grissom would find her. He'd found Nick, hadn't he? And Grissom cared for Sara just as much as he did for Nick.
"—The only one I've ever loved…" Grissom's words jerked Greg's attention back to the older man's face.
Grissom? The old man had a thing for SARA? Greg had always thought it was the other way around.
If Grissom loved Sara—how the hell was he being so calm?
Greg was ready to scream and yell in frustrated rage. But not Grissom.
That's when Greg saw it. Grissom's hands were shaking, much like his had done after the lab exploded. There was a wild look in Grissom's eyes: Panic, terror, sadness, guilt. Greg read it all there for him to see.
And then Greg felt the true magnitude of what they were facing.
Nick couldn't think, images of Sara trapped intermingling with images of his own ordeal. He knew how lucky he'd been to have Grissom on the case, and he clung to the hope that the older man could work another, second, miracle.
This time for Sara. Sparky, with her big brown eyes that said so much, the grin that was so rare, so precious when it flashed.
How had this happened? Why had she been sent to a scene alone? What was Grissom thinking?
OF course, nobody had realized Grissom—and therefore—Sara had been targeted specifically. How could they?
What? Grissom had feelings for Sara?
He'd thought that horse was dead and buried long ago. Wasn't he with that dominatrix just last week.
But Sara was the only person Grissom had ever loved?
Wow. He hadn't realized the bugman could love a woman.
Guess Sara was the mystery girlfriend. And now she was stuck somewhere under a ton of metal, in the rain. God. Not Sara. Why Sara? Why not Grissom? Sara hadn't ever done anything to hurt anyone.
This can't be happening again. But now Nick knew the fear his friends had felt when he'd been the one missing. He'd rather be back in that box than know Sara was trapped under a car.
Grissom spoke softly, words forming without heed. It was HIM, he was the reason Sara was gone, trapped somewhere alone.
Sara, where are you? Sara, hang one, I'm coming. I won't stop until I find you. The words ran through his head as if he could project them to her, wherever she was.
I'll find you. I'll find you. I'll find you. Even if its' the very last thing I ever do.
There are many things worth living for, there are a few things worth dying for, but there is only one thing worth killing for—and that is Sara! I will find you.