A/N: This is going to be my first attempt at a multi-chapter story, so it might not be the best. It will be GSR eventually but not right away, and it's set in season 5. I'm going to try and post one-two chapters a week, but we'll see what happens, schools getting pretty busy right now. I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: Never owned CSI, never will.

Let it Be

The streets of Vegas were up and running that morning, the desert heat hanging over everyones heads. From her spot against the brick wall of the bank, Sara watched as the people of Sin City carried on with their day, most heading to work, some heading to the casinos. Relieved to be heading home to her bed after a long shift at the crime lab she stubbed out her cigarrett, and made her way into the building, her only stop before heading home.

The dim lighting, and cool artificial air were both gifts to her tired body, as she entered the twin glass doors. The headache pounding in her right temple eased as her eyes adjusted to the lights.

Making her way in the headache only grew as she saw the line that greeted her, leading up to the only open counter. Letting out a loud sigh she took her spot in the back and waited, frustration settling in her stomach.

As the line slowly inched towards the front, Sara found herself studying the people in the line ahead of her. Her eyes fell first on a well dressed buisness man barking into a cell phone, obviously in a hurry. Beside him was a young woman and a small child who was chattering excitedley to his mother.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud crack, her head whipped around as she recognized the sound as a gunshot. Ignoring the panick around her she looked around attempting to pin-point the source. She immediatley identified a masked man dressed in black as the source of the sound, his shaking hands holding a large gun.

"Everyone up against the counter!" The man shouted, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness. Obeying the mans order she found herself along with the rest of the crowd lining up against the long marble counter. She glanced over and saw the young mother she had seen earlier usher her child in front of her, protecting his small body with her own.

She watched as the masked man, made his way behind the counter, pointing his gun at the clerk and demanding he join the rest of them. Emptying the register into the canvas bag he had brought, the mans eyes stayed trained on the terrified crowd in front of him. After finishing his task, he slowly and wordlessly walked up to the clerk, talking him by the arm and leading him to the back.

Surprisingly Saras mind began to think to Grissom. She was thankful he wasn't here. She was glad she didn't have to worry about his safety, or vice-versa. Her feelings for the night shift supervisor had only grown since Ecklie had split the teams, putting her with Grissom, Greg, and Sofia.

She could feel the jealousy burn in her stomach as she recalled overhearing him make dinner plans with Sofia just the other day. She had angrily worked through her case, not speaking to anyone but Greg the rest of the day.

She started to wonder what he was doing right now. She wondered if he was at home in bed where she was supposed to be. Or if he picked up another shift like he always did. Either way she was glad he wasn't here.

As she suddenly became aware of her situation again, she nervously waited to hear another gunshot come from the back of the building, but all she heard was the shaky breathing of the other hostages around her. She could only guess the clerk was being forced to reveal the combination of large safe located in the back.

Her heart raced as the armed man returned with the clerk in tow, who seemed to be unharmed. Dragging the man back to the front of the counter he roughly pushed back in line with the rest of them. As the man turned around to count the money he had collected Sara was suddenly aware that her service weapon was still in her hip holster.

Slowly inching her hand towards the gun, she stopped when she heard the man begin to shout. "What do you think you're doing?" Her movements had been enough to make the man look up from his task.

The words were spoken with a mix of fear and anger. He quickly ran towards Sara, gun in hand. As he reached her, the cold metal of the gun came into contact with the side of her skull.

Overwhelmed by the blow she fell to the floor, a searing pain now taking the place of her earlier headache. The mans anger continued and Sara found herself being repeatedly kicked and struck. Unable to defend herself she counted each blow she recieved, eight, nine..

As the blows began to subside, she attempted to fight away unconsciousness, but she was slowly losing the battle, nineteen, twenty.. When the man had finished his rampage, he picked up his bag and quickly ran from the building. Everyone was silent as they attempted to collect their thoughts. The clerk quickly ran behind his desk and dialed 911.

The buisness man from before slowly inched towards Sara, "Miss, are you all right?" She was anything but alright, she could feel the blood pouring from her nose, and each breath she took was accompanied by a sharp pain.

The clerk had already hung up the phone and walked towards her, worry showing in his green eyes. Leaning towards her he said "the police and an ambulance are on their way." Relief ran through her when she heard the news, hoping they wouldn't be too late. As her eyes once again became heavy, Sara could hear the sound of sirens before finally slipping into unconsciousness.