Where Are You?

Chapter 1: Where Are You?

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, only the strange thoughts running through this mind I was given.

Spoilers: Let's just say Season Seven, even though it's mainly Living Doll. This fic is my take on how the Season 8 premier will go.

Summary: Grissom is desperately trying to find Sara. Will he get there in time? GSR

A/N: This isn't beta-ed, so all the mistakes are mine. I am only human, so there are bound to be some mistakes, but I'll try my hardest to keep the errors to a minimum.

Grissom massaged his temples as he inspected the miniature crime scene for the thousandth time. His blood always ran cold at the thought of Sara – his Sara – stuck beneath the car, in the middle of nowhere, alone. Greg just informed him that it was raining, too, so that just added to his worry. He looked at the model of the crime scene very closely for any indication of where Sara could be.

He stormed out of his office and into the interrogation room to talk to Natalie again. She had finally stopped singing her stupid little song, but was still very delusional. She sat at the table like a child thinking she did nothing wrong. She looked up at Grissom when he walked in but then looked away again. Grissom sat down beside her and said, "Hi Natalie...I know we got off on the wrong foot, so how about we start over? Does that sound okay to you?"

She slowly nodded but kept her gaze on the floor. Grissom gently touched her arm and she looked up. He smiled gently at her and she eventually smiled back. It was very difficult for Grissom to keep his cool around her, but he thought about Sara and how desperately he needed to know where she was. He took a deep breath and said, "Did you enjoy making those miniature models of your crimes?"

She nodded.

"Why did you kill all those people?"

She shrugged and kept her mouth shut. Grissom was starting to feel agitated but took another deep, calming breath.

"Why did you change?" he asked. "You killed people, but you abducted Sara and placed her in the middle of the desert underneath a car."

"Because I didn't want to kill her," she said softly. "Well, not immediately, anyway."

"Why did you take Sara?"

"Because you took Ernie away from me," she muttered.

"Natalie, I never touched Ernie," said Grissom, his blood starting to boil. "He took his own life."

"To protect me," she said, starting to get upset. "If you hadn't started poking around, he'd still be alive."

"But why Sara? She never did anything wrong...it's me you wanted to get revenge on," said Grissom.

"Because the best way to get to you would be through her," snarled Natalie. "I've seen you two together...you would leave the lab together, you would kiss her before leaving if you two drove separately. I've seen you two outside of work...you'd have dinner together, kiss each other, hug each other, hold each other, and you two bought a house together! You can't stand to be away from her...so the best way to hurt you would be to hurt her."

Grissom was beyond furious. He clenched his hands into fists and punched the table, not caring about the searing pain going through his hand. He grabbed Natalie by the shoulders and demanded, "You tell me where Sara is right now!"

She shut herself out and starting sing about the doll with the pain in her sawdust. Grissom sighed in frustration and walked out of the room in defeat. Brass was out in the hallway and said, "She didn't talk this time either, did she?"

"No, drip that damn bleach on her for all I care!" Grissom yelled. "Just make her give up the location of where Sara is!"

"Gil, I want Sara back too, but you need to stay calm," said Brass. "I know it's hard–"

"No, you don't know what I'm going through! Sara is my life...I can't live without her, Jim. Natalie took her away, placed her under a damn car in the middle of the dessert, in the pouring rain, helpless!" Grissom shouted. "I don't know how bad her injuries are, if she's okay, or if the baby she's carrying is okay!"

"Sara's, Sara's pregnant?" Jim stuttered.

"Yes, nearly three months," said Grissom. He looked down at the floor and said quietly, "I just...I don't know what to do."

"Gil, we're going to find her," said Brass.

"I know," Grissom said, trying his hardest to believe his friend.

A/N: I hope you guys like it so far. Please review to let me know if you liked it or couldn't stand reading it.