Chapter 1
The man tenderly stroked the ladies face, slowly he unbuttoned her shirt revealing her breasts.
"Beautiful," he whispered.
The lady flinched when he touched her nipples.
"Maybe you would rather lay down," he said, pushing her onto an old four-poster bed.
The lady tried to roll away from him, the man raised his hand and struck her across the face, "What did I tell you about trying to resist me?"
Tears rolled down her cheeks, "That it is useless."
"Better," the man said as he tied first one wrist then the other to the head of the bed.
Sara lift her knee with the intention of kneeing him in the groin, her action had caught the corner of his eye.
"I told you .." he said angrily, as he pulled her leg straight, "Don't - do anything - stupid!"
The man removed her jeans and tossed then to the floor then he tied her legs to the foot posts of the bed in the same way he had her hands.
"I'm going to get what I want," he said as he unfastened his trousers, "It's up to you just how painful it's going to be."
From the minute the man had forced her into his truck Sara had decided to fight - and she did - she slapped, scratched and bit him every time she got the chance. She was helpless now, bound spread eagle to the bed, any further resistance would be futile and would only cause more pain and possible death, she stopped moving.
"That's more like it," he said as he took a pocketknife and cut open her bra.
The man caressed each breast then slowly ran his hand down her stomach and stopped at the top of her panties.
"We don't need these now do we?" he said, slicing them also. Straddling her the man pushed Sara's breasts together and started pumping himself into them.
"Your so hot," he said, "I may just shoot my wad right here in between your tits. But where's the fun in that?"
The man moved between her legs, Sara started to thrash wildly from side to side, she didn't want to give in - no matter what common since told her.
"I told you not to move," the man said as he repeatedly struck her in the face, "Hold still bitch."
The man's hands were around her neck, squeezing tightly until Sara stopped fighting, the man was sure she had drew her last breath, that was his intention anyway.
"That's more like it," he said as he cupped her womanhood with his hand, "This what I want, that hot tight pussy."
In one movement he was inside her, banging as fast and as hard as he could, it only took him a few pumps to achieve his release. The man stood, pulled up his pants and placed a piece of paper on her, then walked out the door.
An hour later a man walked into the room, seeing Sara the man dialed 911.
"I'm working at the old Hunter Hotel. I think some has been raped," he said.
The operator took the mans information and told him to wait outside until officers showed up.
The 911 operator called police and ambulance, Jim Brass called Gil Grissom, supervisor of graves Criminal Scene Investigation Unit. Grissom called Catherine Willows and gave her the location Brass had given him along with what information he had so far.
"What do we know?" Catherine asked Jim.
"Just got here myself, the paramedics are working on her," Jim said.
"We have an ID?" Catherine asked.
Jim was about to say something when an officer came running out to him, "It's Sara," he said as he handed the paper to Jim, "This was on her body," the officer said,
"Body?" Catherine said, as she and Jim hurried into the building.
"Out the way," one of the paramedics said, hurrying past them.
"I'll go with her," Catherine said, "Nick is on his way, he can process things here. You better call Grissom."
Brass picked up his phone. "How do you tell your best friend that his wife had just been beaten and raped," he thought to himself. "Grissom," Gil said.
"Gil, go to Desert Palm, it's Sara," Jim said.
Gil dropped his phone and flew out the door - in record time he was standing at the receptionist desk. The nurse told him that a member of his team was with the rape victim along with the doctor and she thought that he would only be in the way.
As calmly as possible Grissom explained to the nurse that the VICTIM was his wife and she had about a second to tell him where Sara was or heads would roll, starting with hers.
"Room 3," the nurse said.
Gil started toward the room but was stopped by Jim, "Let them do what they need to do first."
Gil stopped, he knew he would be in the way but right now he was thinking like a husband, not a CSI.
Jim told him about the paper and that Nick was processing the room, Gil nodded.
"She has already been through so much," Gil said.
Jim touched his shoulder, "She's strong."
Gil nodded.
"The paper was the same as the others," Jim said, "Is the bastard is laughing at us?"
Sara was the third victim of this rapist, but she is the only one to still be alive. Each woman was abducted from a supermarket - each was beaten - choked and raped. Each one had a paper left on their body, just a big hand drawn picture of a smiley face. DNA from all the rapes matched each other but was not in any of their data bases.
Gil looked at him, "Who and Why?"
"Catherine collected DNA, nail scrapings and her clothing," Jim said.
"You can go back now," a nurse said to Gil, "Mrs. Grissom has not said anything to any and I should prepare you - her attacker severely beat her."
Gil stood, pulled in a breath and followed the nurse to Sara's room. "Sara?" Gil whispered as he walked to her bed.
Sara opened her eyes and looked at him, then she turned away. "Get out of here," she shouted.
Gil took another step toward her, "No."
"I said get the hell out of here," she screamed again throwing a pillow at him.
Gil took the last few steps to her and eased himself on the bed, "No." Tenderly he wrapped her in his arms - Sara pushed at him and struck out at him, Gil refused to ease his grip. Sara started to cry, then she buried her face in his chest.
"Get it out," Gil whispered.
Sara cried until she had no tears left, her body started to shake, Gil just held her. Slowly her breathing slowed and her body stopped trembling, Gil eased his grip and Sara fell back on the bed. Sara closed her eyes.
"Rest," Gil said, brushing her hair from her face, "I'm not going anywhere."
"I'm Dr. Landry," the young lady said extending her hand, "You're her husband?"
"Yes. Gil Grissom," he said.
"Mrs. Grissom is lucky to be alive," the doctor told Gil, "She had been choked to near death. I can only assume that her rapist thought he had killed her."
Gil tenderly stroked her face, "Will she be alright?"
"Yes. She has several bruises but no serious injuries. We have ran several tests and will have those results shortly," Dr. Landry said, "She should see a psychologist to help her get over the trauma of the rape."
Gil nodded.
"I gave her something to help her rest," the doctor told Gil, "Call if you need anything."
The doctor left, Gil bent down and kissed his wife then eased himself off the bed and sat in a chair.
******* (AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know this does not follow the time line and the events of the series but it works for my story and I hope you will forgive me and enjoy the story. Thanks) ******************
Gil closed his eyes, the events of the past few years slowly floated back - Sara's kidnapping - her struggle to stay - the note she had left when she was sure she could no longer face Vegas. Warrick's death and Sara's return. He thought he had lost her for good when she left the second time but after a year of - what had she called it - 'getting her life in order' she came back to him and the lab. They were married shortly after that, then there was the excitement of the pregnancy that was short lived - Sara miscarried in her second month. Three miscarriages and a very difficult pregnancy finally gave them their beautiful little miracle, Amy Elizabeth came kicking and screaming into the world just a little over year ago. He thought that their life was complete.
Sara moaned, Gil opened his eyes and took her hand, "Sara?"
Sara looked toward the sound of his voice.
"I'm here," he whispered.
"I tried," she mumbled, "I tried to get away, I tried to fight."
"I know," Gil said.
Sara was released the next day.
A few days later Sara had a follow up appointment with her doctor, her cuts were healing and the bruises starting to fade.
"All of her tests came back negative. There is no evidence of a fetus or any STD's. I see no reason why Mrs. Grissom can't return to work," her doctor told Gil, "Physically she fine."
She also assured Gil that with counseling and patience, her mental health would improve also.
Sara returned to work, but everyone said it was not the OLD Sara. It was a very depressed and introverted Sara.
Gil assured everyone that she would be fine, "We just have to give her time and be there for her."
Over the course of the next six weeks there would be three more women raped and strangled by the same man and still they were no closer then they were after the first rape.
LVPD and CSI continued to work on the case, Gil was sure that the cockier the man got the sloppier he would get and the better chance they would have to catch him, he was also sure that Sara would have no contact with any cases related to this man.