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"Alright Catherine, what have we got?" Sara asked. She was running late which was very unusual, and since Grissom decided to start a few minutes early due to an overload of cases that morning, she had missed the assignments, and was waiting for Catherine to fill her in as they drove to the crime scene.
"We've got a rape case. 29 year old girl. She's traumatized and can barley formulate a word, little lone identification on the rapist. If they show her a photo of the guy right now, it appears she'll have a heart attack." Catherine told Sara with a grim look. Cases like this one were hard. No one liked handling rape cases, but at least the victim was alive in this one. There hadn't been any deaths involved. Not that they knew of yet. They pulled into the crime scene and got to work. At first, it was hard. Things were crazy. The girl was being asked all sorts of questions by everyone, and wasn't answering anything. To Catherine and Sara's knowledge, the girl had yet to speak a word. It didn't take too long before they could get right down to processing. The police searched everywhere to make sure the scene was secured, and the rapist gone. Then, slowly and not quietly, everyone dispersed from the crime scene. Everyone but Catherine and Sara, that is.
"Sara, what do you think of this?" Catherine asked pointing to what could be a shoe mark at the edge of the second story window leading to the bedroom. Sara walked over and bent out the window the slightest bit to get a closer look.
"Can you get it?" She asked, obviously thinking it was something of great significance.
"Oh sure." Catherine nodded. Then she thought she heard a noise downstairs. "Who's down there, I thought everyone left?"
"They did." Sara told her, "But who's come back?" Both were self secure, independent women, but they were both a little uneasy while walking down the stairs to check out the situation below.
"Hello? Catherine Willows, CSI, who's there?" She asked in her most confident tone. If it had been an officer or a medical examiner, or anyone working on the case, they would have immediately identified themselves. This made both the women feel even more insecure.
"There it was again." Sara observed as she heard a noise coming from what she assumed to be the living room. She whipped out her cell phone and dialed Grissom's number. Catherine reached for her gun as she heard the noise again. "Grissom? It's Sara. Catherine and I are at the crime scene. We think someone's here. We keep hearing this noise… I'm not sure what it was, but it keeps getting closer, and no one's identified themselves. Everyone's left. Grissom…" Sara was cut off. Grissom swore he heard a muffled scream before the line went dead and his face was becoming paler. Something was wrong. Catherine and Sara were in danger, and to make matters worse, they were at the scene of a rape. If anything happened to either one of them… he would never forgive himself.