Sara's taking some vacation time while Grissom's is away, when she is attacked and taken from her home the race is on to uncover who did it, but the team find that isn't all they uncover.
A/N I started writing this before season seven aired to it takes place between season 6 and 7.
'Take some vacation time, relax' that would have been easier if it wasn't for the sixth crash emanating through the wall to Sara Sidle's apartment. Her next door neighbours Kelly and her boyfriend Dan were always having heated arguments, so banging was no more out of the ordinary than the shouting Sara could hear almost word perfect. She strongly suspected him of abuse and had run background searches to check him out but found nothing. Despite her intimate knowledge of the subject Sara's attempt to talk to Kelly had failed miserably, even when she saw she had a black eye and tried to get Kelly to confess. Apparently accusing Dan out right wasn't the best way to go about it, she discovered all it did was make Kelly close up and Dan give Sara evils every time he saw her. Grissom was currently away at a teaching conference that lasted for another day yet, she wanted him to be back she missed him, she missed his apartment. She had told him she wanted to stay in her house while he was away, after all she was selling it to move in with him she thought it would be nice to stay for a bit again but she was quickly regretting it.
Sara was jolted awake from the entomology book she was reading by a shout, no not a shout, a scream. Sara shot up and found herself banging on Kelly's door.
"Sara sorry we didn't wake you did we?" came Kelly opening the door her hand physically shaking, she knew Sara worked nights and there arguments must wake her up.
"No, Are you ok? I heard a scream," asked Sara anxiously as Dan appeared his face red from shouting.
"We're fine, just an argument we'll keep the noise down now, right?" he said looking at Kelly who nodded like an obedient dog.
"Kelly?" Sara asked ignoring Dan completely.
"We said were fine." Dan pulled Kelly inside by her arm and out of Sara's view. On instinct Sara put her arm up so it blocked the door.
"People don't normally scream in arguments," said Sara staring Dan down. She was taken back as his large hand grasped her arm tightly
"We're fine if you'd stop been so nosey we'd be better" he spat wrenching Sara's arm from the doorframe and pushing her slim frame backwards. Sara was on the verge of taking a swing at him but the door was slammed her face and she was forced to retreat with no evidence.
Sara found herself wondering around her apartment unable to go back and focus on her book, she'd read most of her books during her first three days off. The shrill sound of her phone broke her thoughts.
"Hey," came Catherine's voice
"Please tell me your swamped and you want me to come in," said Sara almost pleading
"No you're on vacation Sara, it's this thing you do when you don't work. We just wanted to know if you fancy coming out for breakfast with us tomorrow at the Carsson before shift"
"Oh fancy did everyone get a pay rise while I was away?" asked Sara.
"No, we changed the locks. Greg got some free food from a grateful owner; I think he flashed his boyish good looks at her. We'll met you there about nine," remarked Cath
"Sure this vacation is driving me mad."
"Try relaxing your back tomorrow," laughed Cath hanging up as loud music came though the walls into Sara's apartment
"That's easy for you to say," Sara mumbled to herself.
Sara tossed in her bed, after spending most of her time awake during the night and as being a insomniac she had trouble sleeping at the best of time's, her body clock was well and truly screwed up even with been awake all through the day she couldn't drop off. Something wasn't right, something in her mind was keeping her awake.
Two hours later Sara rolled over and looked at her clock, two am and she hadn't slept at all despite her body's protests. Her head was fuzzy and body exhausted, but her mind was keeping her wake it refused to switch off. She could hear something in the distance something strange a scratching, Then a small pop. Something wasn't right now she could hear footsteps next door. No they weren't next door they were to close. Instinct kicked in and she rolled herself out of bed. Her gun was across the room in her wardrobe. She could hear clearly now someone was in her apartment. Sara Sidle was never a victim, she wasn't her mother and she certainly wasn't her father but she now found herself creeping towards her wardrobe, scared. She wasn't used to been scared but now someone was in her apartment she could hear them, actually she couldn't they'd stopped moving. She took one step forwards when the bedroom door burst open. Some part of her brain told her to move to get her gun. Her body complied just not fast enough a fist connected with her face and she was forced backwards. All she could see was someone in a black hooded top bearing down on her. Trained in weaponless defence wasn't helping her now. She took a swing but a strong hand grabbed her arm some part of the CSI in her took over and scratched at him with her free hand drawing blood, great for DNA not so great for her. He pushed her arm back behind her head and she fell to the floor so he was straddling her before he took another swing at her face. Sara tasted blood in her mouth and spots danced in front of eyes but she fought to stay awake. As her senses came back she became aware both her wrists were been held, no bound together, tape was been wrapped tightly round them. With all her remaining strength she struggled against him but she was no match. He laughed as she struggled, she heard it but was unable to see his face. She was struggling to see anything that she could use later. A sudden sharp blow to her stomach winded her as he kneed her before getting up. Sara rolled into the foetal position coughing and gasping for breath before she was pulled so she was knelt facing him. She saw his face now, well she would have but he had a scarf wrapped around it, all she could see was his eyes and she recognised the look in them. It was the same look her father got when he was angry.
"MOVE BITCH" the muffled voice commanded throwing Sara across the room and causing her to land on her knees
"UP NOW. COME ON BITCH MOVE" he shouted anger filling his voice. Shakily Sara managed to get to her feet. She ran she knew it was stupid but survival instinct kicked in and she tried to get away. She ran into the main part of her apartment to find the back window missing.
"WHAT IS IT WITH YOU WOMEN? DO AS YOUR TOLD," shouted the voice as a hand pushed down on the back of her neck forcing her to the floor. She screamed hoping someone would hear it but another hand was clamped around her mouth causing her to swallow the mouth full of blood she had. It tasted fowl, she was struggling to breath and found herself been forced to her knees beginning to choke on the blood running down her throat. She gagged feeling bile rise in her throat but the hand clamped across her mouth stopped her from been sick as she began to choke.
To the assailant it looked like she was fitting as her body shuck violently as hands kept her down.
The hand then moved from her mouth and her stomach contents spilled onto the floor. Coughing and spitting the last remains out while a hand held her down by her shoulder. The next thing she knew a sharp pain shot through her back as a piece of wood connected with her. She fell forwards inches away from the blood and vomit now pooled on the floor. A pain like lightening shot through her head and everything went dark.
TBC …………………………….. I probably will update this fic everyone couple of weeks so please review and don't think I've forgotten about if I don't post quickly. Thank you.