Authors Note-Okay so this is like my long, not one shot, story obviously. Enjoy =)

Sara's POV

It was a cool breezy day out on the strip of Las Vegas, Nevada. The graveyard shift was just starting to pour into the LVCL {Las Vegas Crime Lab} but of course

Gilbert Grissom was there first. Catherine Willows had been next to enter. Warrick Brown followed in with Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders. The last to arrive was me, Sara Sidle.

"Okay it's a slow night, no calls yet so everyone stay close." Grissom had said this when my cell phone went off.

"Sidle. Yah I'll be there in a few okay? Bye."

"Hey Griss, I have to go pick up some stuff for my neighbor be right back."

"Okay Sara but make it as quick as possible I have a feeling there is going to be a rush of call-ins soon." It was a slow night Grissom wouldn't mind if I did take a little longer than he wanted.

I had just gotten a phone call from one of neighbors that she wasn't able to find her cat. I hate lying to Grissom but hey, if it works it works. I decided to go and help her because she was an older woman and had trouble moving around and I was afraid she might hurt herself if she looked alone.

The drive had been short. When I arrived, I found her door slightly ajar. "Mrs. Carter? It's Sara, are you home?" There was no answer and I was getting worried. I went in without thinking. I couldn't believe what I saw.

The crime scene that lay in front of me is terrifying to see even though I see it every day in many different settings but not like this one not even close. I pulled out my cell phone and hit #2 on the keypad to speed dial Grissom to tell him what lay in front of me. It rang once, twice then

"Grissom." Of course he stated it plainly.

"Griss, its Sara." he probably could tell that I was concerned.

"What's taking so long I told you to be quick. There is a case waiting for you to cover." That's when I realized it had almost been 30 minutes since I left the lab. The next thing I said made me sound {according to Grissom himself} very concerned.

"Sara? What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine but I'm standing in a crime scene where my neighbor sits dead in a chair next to the window." I still couldn't tell if this was reality or my imagination.

"Where are you?" I came back in to focus and realized it wasn't my imagination when I absently minded answered his question

"I'm in the apartment to the right of mine. Why?" "I'll be right there. Don't move or disrupt the crime scene Sara. I'll call Jim on my way. Back out of the room and don't touch anything. Understand? I'm serious Sara you touch one thing and it could make you the prime suspect."

"Gil, I think I have been in situations like this before, I know what to do."

"Just refreshing your mind I don't want you to pay for whoever did this Sara. Understood?

"Yes sir."

"K then bye see you soon."

" Okay, bye." Click. Silence. I have never heard so much silence before in my life. It came from the other end of the line and terror had been building up inside me so I decided to hang up.

Soon after hanging up with Grissom and stepping out into the hall like he said to do, there was a scream from just down the hall. Today is becoming a living hell and this would be just the start.