Disclaimer: If I owned CSI, I could turn all my ideas into episodes. But, I don't own CSI, so I turn 'em into FanFic.

Archive: Where ever you want, just send a review, telling me where.

--------------Sara's Apartment--------------

Sara woke up to the cacophonous sound of her alarm clock. 7:30? What the -? I could've sworn I set it for 5:00! She stumbled toward the shower, her sleep-laden muscles protesting the sudden movement. She stood under the steaming water, feeling it wash her tiredness away. Ten minutes later, Sara emerged from the bathroom, trying to dry her hair with a battery-power blow-dryer as she got put her clothes on. Within five minutes, she was dressed and on her way to the kitchen for a quick bite to eat before the start of shift.

As she walked down the hall, Sara thought she heard something. She turned just in time to see someone bursting out of the closet. He shoved her against the wall behind her, clamping his hand over her mouth. She managed to get her arms between them and, pushing with all of her might, shove him away. He slammed into the other side of the narrow hallway as Sara ran for her gun, always kept by the door. The man jumped to his feet and ran after Sara. He caught up to her as she ran through the living room, and jumped forward, falling toward the ground with Sara trapped beneath him. They crashed through the coffee table, shattering the glass. Sara felt thousands of tiny glass-shards pierce her body as she landed, lying among the broken glass. The man rose to his feet, than held his hand next to her mouth to see if she was still breathing.

Sara held her breath, not wanting him to realize that she was still alive. Apparently satisfied that she was dead, he dragged her to the couch. Sara held herself limp as the man posed her 'body.' He propped her against the back so it looked as though she were just sitting there normally; Sara slumped forward to maintain the illusion of being dead. The man bound her hands with a piece of hemp and, after one final look at her, left.

Sara rolled to the floor - even though she was alive, she was losing a lot of blood. She dragged herself to the phone just as it rang. "Hey, Sara, where are ya'?" Grissom's voice came over the phone. "I though you'd be here by now...."

--------------At the Lab-------------

The whole team (minus Sara) was assembled in the Brake Room, waiting for assignment slips. Grissom had waited for Sara about five minutes, before finally calling her to see what she was. "Sara - you there?"

"Gil?" Sara spoke so quietly he could hardly hear her.

"Sara, what's wrong? Are you OK?"

"There's... guy- in my house... he... coffee table- glass...blood - all over!" Sara was incoherent, rapidly losing consciousness from loss of blood.

"Sara! Hang on, honey, I'll be there in a second. Everything's going to be okay!

Grissom grabbed a phone off the table, dialing Brass. He spoke into one phone while listening to Sara's ragged breathing on the other line. Catherine, Warrick and Nick were all staring at him, as he said urgently, "Brass! Sara's been attacked, we need to get an ambulance there ASAP! We're on our way to her apartment now."

Everyone else was looking at him in shock. "Sar's been what?!" Nick started, but Grissom cut him off.

"I'll explain in the car. Lets go!"

The CSIs arrived moments after the cops and EMTs. Sara was on a stretcher, being loaded onto the ambulance. Grissom jumped into the back of the ambulance, with her, leaving everyone else at the scene.

--------------Desert Palm Hospital--------------

Grissom sat outside the hospital room, waiting for the doctor to come out. "How is she?" He questioned as soon as the man came out.

"Sara will be fine," Doctor Nevins reassured. "She's lost a lot of blood, but we've stitched up the deepest cuts, and given her an extra pint or two. She should be waking up in an hour or so when the sedatives wear off." he anticipated Grissom's next question.

"Thanks." Grissom turned and went into the Sara's room. He sat down at the chair beside her bed, and took her hand. Oh God - why did this happen? Why? Just when we were starting to-... Oh Sara, I'm so sorry, I should have been there with you, or something. He sat there, praying and talking to Sara for almost forty-five minutes before he felt her stir.

"Gil? What happened? Did ya'll catch him?"

"No, he was gone when Brass arrived... Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine - I'll bet I look awful, though."

Grissom reached out and touched Sara's face gently. "You always look beautiful to me," he said leaning forward to kiss her.

"Sara?" Brass walked into the room. "Oh, um, sorry..." Grissom and Sara broke apart.

"Hey!" Sara smiled.

"Um, I'm sorry, but you know I need to get a statement... I'll try get be quick so ya'll can get back to... whatever you were doing. -OK, from the beginning. What happened?"

Sara took a deep breath and started. When she told of how the man had posed her on the couch, Grissom sat up in shock.

"On the couch, with your hands tied? Like this" He held his hands up in example and Sara nodded. Grissom sat back, and Sara continued. After Sara had finished giving Brass her statement, Grissom and Brass both stepped into the hallway.

"What was that about?" Brass inquired.

"There was a case I had, about fifteen years ago - still unsolved. The wife was bound and murdered, then posed on the couch so any neighbors walking by would think she was watching TV. The husband was out of town, and by the time he got back and found her, the killer was long-gone. I don't know that there's a connection, but it's worth looking at..."

----------------Twenty Minutes Later, CSI---------------

Grissom was about to enter the Evidence Room when Catherine headed him off. "Gil, you can't touch this."

"What?" Grissom looked at her in shock.

"Look, Ecklie has already been getting on my back 'cause he says we're 'not objective.' The sheriff has been calling all night trying to get graveyard to pass off the case... Plus, when we catch the guy, I don't want him getting off because you two were dating, and then you touched the evidence - I want him to pay for what he did to Sara, not released on a technicality!" her voice rose in pitch as she continued.

"All right, all right! I won't touch the case, I promise." He paused, "Have you guys finished with the apartment?" Catherine glared at him exasperatedly. "Hey, I said I wouldn't touch it, I didn't say I didn't want to know."

"Yeah, we're almost done, haven't found much yet. I just gave some stuff to Greg. Most of the blood so far has been Sara's, but Warrick found some blond hair that might be the perp's. I'll call you if we find anything." she turned to go back to the Evidence Room.

"Cath?" She paused, turning to look at him. "Sara said he posed her when he thought she was dead. I think there's a similarity with a case from fifteen years ago - People vs. O'Connor. You might want to check in out." Grissom ducked into his office before she could say any thing.

Catherine was sitting at the computer looking for the case-file Grissom had mentioned when her phone rang. "Willows."

"Cath - its Nick.... I found something you might want to look at..."