Title: Paradise Taken

Authors: sidle77, PiperGrissom, Neelloc12, Clayfish32, FoxyJorja, RachXx25, Penguin Chicky, GSR-4EVER, ilovegsr, HoratiosGirl, cropper1818 (in order of sections written)

Rating: M

Summary: Post One to Go. Sara is kidnapped by a crime lord who requires Grissom's assistance to clear his son of murder. He will stop at nothing to ensure Grissom investigates the case. But will there be a happy ending even if he co-operates.....?

A/N: This is a round robin challenge set at GSRForeverLove

Chapter 1:

Sara opened her eyes and tried to focus.

With a heavy groan she attempted to move - she couldn't, she was restrained. Her hands bound tightly behind her and her legs tied together with rope.

She thought, hard, trying to recall how she got into her current predicament, and where the hell was Grissom?

"Gil..." she sighed.

He had come to the jungle just two days before to declare his undying love, now where was he when she needed him?

Squirming, Sara managed to turn and push herself up onto her knees. Looking around the small enclosed space, she realized she was more than likely in some sort of small hut. The roof was a dead giveaway.

Attempting to ignore the throbbing in her head she tried to recall what had happened but she barely had the chance when she heard voices...and they were getting closer.........

Slamming her eyes shut she allowed her body slump back onto the dirt floor. Better to pretend she was unconscious then to face whoever was holding her captive, at least until she could try and figure out what was going on. She tried to still her breathing and relax her body when the flap to the hut opened. Two men entered.

"Look's like she's still out... that seems to be some powerful tranquilizer you gave her." A throaty voice said.

"If I mixed it up right, she should be coming too in a few hours. Too bad the doc got away." Another voice replied.

Sara tried to relax herself, but her fear was making her shudder. She thought it was Ironic that she had travelled so far to escape the horrors of man... and yet they had found her again.

"We don't have long... we need to get the doc. We can't let him expose what's going on here." The throaty voice said.

"I got off a good shot so there should be a trail. We'll be lucky to find him before he bleeds out." The other voice replied.

Sara waited for what seemed like an eternity as the two men shuffled around. She tried not to think about Gil, for she knew she would fall apart and give herself away. Was it possible that these two men had hurt Gil so bad that he was dying in the jungle?

She thought as hard as she could, but for the life of her she couldn't remember what had happened. She remembered waking up with Gil... going to a shallow pool to wash up and then... nothing.

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Grissom staggered through the jungle, his shirt full of blood, but he didn't seem to notice. He ignored the pain in his left shoulder, continuing his search for Sara as he headed back towards camp.

"Where are you....?" He mumbled through a panicked gasp.

As he neared the camp, he saw them. The poor animals, they were dead, all of them. Someone had obviously taken out the anger on the poor creatures.

He staggered into Sara's tent to find something to cover his wound. As soon as he stepped inside he saw Sara's friend, Hans, lying on the ground with a tranquilizer dart sticking out of his neck. Then he looked about himself and saw a similar dart sticking out of the water bottle strapped to his side, it had failed to strike his flesh. Grissom didn't know if he'd prefer it had hit him, maybe then they wouldn't have shot him.

Pulling the dart carefully from the bottle he threw it on the ground before grabbing a cloth and holding it forcefully to his shoulder. He moved as quickly as he could and attempted to revive Hans.

"Have you seen Sara? Did she come back here?" He shook Hans with an urgent roughness as he continued, "God I think they took her, did they take her?"

"I don't know, Dr Grissom, I'm sorry...I...I" Hans stuttered, "Just saw them running away before I passed out, but...erm, they may have been carrying someone."

"Damn it." Grissom cried, "I can't lose her....I've gotta find her." He declared as he stood up.

"Whoa," A lightheaded feeling washed over him, causing him to kneel back down quickly.

"Easy there Dr. Grissom. You've got a nasty looking shoulder wound there, let me check it out." Luckily for Grissom Hans was the camp's resident first aid expert.

As Hans examined Grissom's shoulder, the ex CSI thought back to earlier that day.

He and Sara had gone to the shallow pool to wash up. What started out as harmless chit chat while cleaning turned into an all out water splashing fight....

"GIL!!" Sara screeched with laughter as she got a good splash to the face.

ZIIIIIIIIPPPP

Grissom heard something fly past his ear. He looked around and spotted the dart in the tree.

"SARA RUN!!!!"

Sara took off in a panic, not knowing what was going on but not wanting to stick around to find out either. Grissom said to run so she was running. He followed.

He doesn't know how it happened but it did. One second they were together, the next she was nowhere in sight.

"SARA!!!! SARA!!!!" He screamed as he frantically searched for her, panic settling in his heart. Where did she go? How did they get separated?

As he ran through the woods, searching for his beloved while also running from an unknown source behind him, he spotted a clearing up ahead. Noises could be heard emanating from the area. He crouched down low and approached cautiously. He carefully parted some branches and peeked through. He couldn't believe his eyes at what he was seeing in the middle of the Costa Rican jungle.

It took him by such surprise that he stopped dead in his tracks.

He knew that poaching sea turtles along the coast of Costa Rica was an ongoing problem. Four of the world's seven turtle species nest along Costa Rica's beaches. Sara had told him about several sites that were set up to aid in the conservation of sea turtles in Tortuguero, Parismina, and Pital, among others.

The image before him took what little breath he had from his already screaming lungs.


Dozens upon dozens of turtle carcasses had been stripped from their shells. The shells lay in piles while the meat had been harvested, presumably for sale on the black market along with, he assumed, any eggs. It must have taken the poachers a long time to transport their cache to the middle of the jungle. He hoped Sara hadn't seen this.

Sara!

His mind snapped back to the present and he started moving again.

Poachers...so they must have stumbled blindly into their territory. Someone got scared of being found out and sent a few warning shots? No, that didn't add up. If it had simply been a case of wrong place, wrong time they wouldn't have tried to tranquilize him and, since they missed, shoot him. He desperately hoped they hadn't gotten Sara...

He glanced at his shoulder and his mind went wild with possible scenarios. Maybe someone wasn't happy about his sudden presence at the camp. Or perhaps there were some dirty crew members aboard the Sea Shepard. He laughed grimly. He thought he'd left the violence behind in Vegas...he'd get to the bottom of this. It was his forte, he just had too.

Now that his shoulder had been cleaned, wrapped, and was now being held in place by a makeshift sling he was ready to go again.

Thanking Hans, assuring him that his arm felt much better, and warning him not to wander too far, he grabbed a fresh canteen and set out into the jungle once more.

He couldn't lose her again.

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In the mean time Sara was still lying on the dirt floor in the middle of the hut. She was trying to untie her hands and feet but she had no luck. Suddenly she heard someone coming closer and then two men stepped into the hut again.

"Good morning to you miss Sidle, I see finally you are awake," One of the man said.

"What do you want from me?" Sara stammered.

"That my dear is a surprise," The other man told her, "You are coming with us to see the doctor."

Both men grabbed Sara and pulled her to her feet. She struggled and tried to break free but with her hands and feet bound it was an impossible task and the two men dragged her out of the hut into the jungle.

The two men pulled Sara through the trees, and after being here so long she knew many of the paths and locations of the area, but as she looked around and tried to focus on the surroundings, she didn't see any that she recognised.

"Where are we going, who the hell is the Doctor?" Sara yelled at the two men.

When they didn't answer she struggled furiously, shouting at the top of her lungs in hope someone would hear. Her attempt was futile as mere seconds later a hand slapped her hard across the face and silenced her.

"Stop!!" Demanded the other man, "We can't harm her, she looks like she bruises easily and men don't like women with marks that are not their own," He continued staring into Sara's brown eyes with a smile that did not settle well in her mind.

After about a ten minute drag through the jungle they finally came to a light stone building covered and surrounded by trees. No one would have ever guessed it was there. The two men pulled Sara right through an open doorway and the man that smacked her lifted her up and dropped her into a cold metal chair before tying her tightly to it.

"You should relax Miss Sidle, stressing your body will do no good for what is in store for you." His creepy smile made Sara shiver. "The Doc will be right in to look you over, and then the real fun begins."

Both men roared with laughter as Sara wondered how she was going to get out of this and what the hell was going on?

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Grissom tried to ignore the pain in his shoulder as he marched through the jungle. Stopping for a few minutes he sat on a boulder and took a swig of water, groaning as he moved his arm. Closing the lid on his canteen he couldn't believe this was happening. It was only that morning that he again looked at his mother's engagement ring determined he would finally give it to Sara. He wanted his second proposal to make up for the first time when she had been stung by the bee. Slowly standing up Grissom knew that as soon as he rescued her nothing bad would ever happen to her again. About to start back on the path Grissom heard two men speaking Spanish in the distance.

Even though he only roughly knew the language, Grissom was able to catch a few words from the conversation.

"The subject is ready..."

"The other one is missing..."

"Soon the plan will be on motion..."

It was obvious that these men knew where Sara was and were now looking for him. As the men started to walk again, Grissom was soon following closely behind, hoping he wouldn't get caught.

Minutes, maybe hours later they reached an old building surrounded by all kinds of trees, with an entrance, most likely the only one, well guarded by cameras. The shorter of the two men took out a card and slid it through a detector, a second later the main door had opened and closed again, the two men disappearing inside.

Giving a hopeless sigh, Grissom slumped back against a log and tried to catch his breath. As the pain in his left shoulder intensified he remembered his wound. His last thought before his eyes drifted closed: Sara.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he perfectly remembered it was not inside a grey, dark room...

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Sara squirmed in the chair. The man that slapped her put a rag in her mouth to deter her from making any more noise. She sat there, tears filling her eyes as she struggled to breathe through her nose. All she could think about was Gil and if he was okay. Her face was still stinging from the slap and her eye started to swell slightly.

All of a sudden she heard someone a door open and someone behind her.

"Well, well." Said the Spanish accented voice. "What do we have here?" The man moved in front of Sara and was dressed in a white lab coat.

'How ironic,' Sara thought.

He touched her face, sliding his grubby hands around her jaw. He put his face extremely close to hers and took in a deep breath, smelling her.

"Mmmmmmmm...." he moaned in delight before moving behind her again, running his hand through her hair before smelling that too.

Sara felt her stomach turn. She just wanted to just throw up. 'God, what was happening to her?' She thought.

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Grissom tried to get up but initially had no luck. He fell back to the ground with the realization that his legs were tied together, but, somewhat loosely. Not to mention his hands, who ever tied him didn't do a very good job. It didn't take long for him to work his bindings free and he stood quickly.

"Where's the door," He mumbled, as he looked around the room. "Where am I for that matter?"

Suddenly a squeak rang out from the other end of the room and daylight streamed in through a hole in the ceiling. A ladder was dropped and a man climbed down into the room.

At the sound of the squeaking hinges, Grissom had collapsed back into his corner and hurriedly rewrapped his bindings about first his ankles and then his wrists. Slumping back down and feigning unconsciousness, he watched warily from beneath scarcely cracked lids as a rope ladder fell down through the opening and one man climbed down, shortly followed by another. Grissom squeezed his eyes tightly together as the first man shone a light over his face and remained still.

The men began speaking and Grissom followed their conversation as best he could. Evidently, he had been taken on the orders of a powerful crime lord who was concerned about the welfare of his son. The son had been accused of a crime, a murder for which the father was convinced he was innocent. This crime lord wanted Grissom to investigate for him and gather any and all evidence necessary to prove the son's innocence. Sara had been taken to ensure Grissom's participation. Once Grissom had successfully completed his investigation, he was to be killed and Sara was to be sold to white slavers.

Grissom's blood ran cold when he finally assembled all of the pieces and worked out the meaning of the conversation. The men apparently satisfied that he was still unconscious, retreated back up the ladder and closed the hatch, leaving Grissom in the darkness with only his own thoughts and fears for company.

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