Takes place during season 11. Lindsey is grounded, and Catherine asks Sara to watch her while she is out. But, thanks to an unexpected visitor, both Sara and Lindsey are kidnapped.

Note: I own nothing, and all mistakes are mine.

Chapter One

"Nooo way Cath, nuh-uh, noooope!"

"Oh Sara, please! It'll just be for a few hours, and-"

"Catherine, I said no!"

The older CSI continued down the hall ways of the lab after the younger. "Oh, but Sara," She sang, "you owe me..."

Sara stopped and faced the older woman, shooting her a confused look. "For what?"

"Oh, you don't remember? While you were in Peru with 'Gilbert' last week, I got your mail, watered your plants…Oh! Plus, I was kind enough to give you the week off with pay-"

Sara held up a hand to silence the other woman, her heading drooping. "Fine. You win."

Catherine squealed in excitement, Sara only rolled her eyes. "What time do I need to come over?" She sighed.

"Just be there by eight thirty." Catherine smiled and the two continued to the locker room.

"Does Lindsey even know I'm coming over?" Sara asked. Catherine nodded, "but be warned, she isn't too thrilled about being baby-sat."

"Well, I wouldn't be either." Sara smirked. "So, what are the yes and no's?"

"Well, absolutely NO phone, no TV, no computer, and no friends can come over." Catherine explained.

Sara looked at her wide-eyed. "Gosh Cath, what can she do?"

This got a laugh out of the older CSI. "Well, she can eat, sleep, got to the bathroom," She looked at Sara and smiled evilly, "or she could talk to you about boys."

All this got was Sara's famous 'death stare' and a light slap on the arm. "Oh Sara, come on, you might have fun!" Catherine teased.

Sara got her things out of her locker and walked out "I'll be there around eight thirty, Cath." She called over her shoulder.

Catherine got off the couch at the sound of car doors shutting. "Please mom," Lindsey begged, "I don't need a baby-sitter!"

"Lindsey," Catherine said sternly, "you're grounded. She's not 'baby-sitting you, she's just making sure you stay out of trouble."

"I will stay out of trouble, mom!"

Catherine ignored her, and opened the door for Sara.

"Wow, Cath," Sara gasped, "you look nice."

Catherine smiled, "thanks again for this Sara."

"Its fine, Cath." Sara smiled back, "The only thing I was gonna do tonight anyway was call Gil and order take out." She chuckled.

Catherine stepped to the side to let Sara in. She showed Sara all the things she needed to know. She showed her the list of things that Lindsey could and couldn't do, where all the phones were; in case of an emergency, and lastly, she showed her where her gun was hidden. Sara knew the drill, but the thought of possibly needing to use it scared her a little; she'd never killed anyone before.

"So, uh...Where you going?" Sara asked innocently, trying to change the subject.

"Out to dinner, with my mother." Catherine explained.

"Oh, good." Sara said, "well, I hope you enjoy yourself, what time will you be back?"

"Oh…May be one, or two in the morning." Catherine replied casually, laughing as Sara's eyes grew to the size of baseballs. "Just kidding!" She laughed, "I'll be back around ten thirty."

"Ok, well, see ya then." Sara waved her good-bye as Catherine walked to her car.

"Have fun!" Catherine teased and got into the car. Sara rolled her eyes again and closed the door. Let the fun begin she thought.

The first hour went by quietly, to Sara's surprise. She got bored and started reading the book she'd brought with her. She made it to page 100 before Lindsey walked out of her room.

"Sara," She asked, "can I PLEASE watch TV?"

"I have strict orders form you mom to say no." Sara said, turning the page in her book.

Lindsey let out a frustrated groan. "What am I supposed to do, then?"

"I dunno, read a book, make a sandwich, go to bed. Don't rely on technology to entertain you, Lindsey." Sara said, not even looking up from her book.

"You sound like Mr. Grissom."

"He is my husband."

This got a grin, but Lindsey shook it off.

"I saw that." Sara smiled, shifting her eyes to the teenager.

That earned her a laugh, but it was quickly erased at the sound of banging, coming from the back door. "Go to your room." Sara whispered, "I'll be there in a sec."

Lindsey did as she was told (for once) and Sara snuck into the kitchen, grabbed the gun from its spot, and looked around the corner towards the back door. A large man dressed in black was headed right for her; she took off to Lindsey's room as quietly as she could.

She opened the door, locked it, and looked at Lindsey; who was sitting on her bed, looking like she'd seen a ghost. "Get in the closet." Sara whispered, "I'm calling for backup." She quickly pulled out her cell, and called it in.

"Patrol, this is CSI Sidle requesting backup at-" Was all she could get out before the bedroom door was kicked open.