Disclaimer: I do NOT own CSI, I just like to play with the characters sometimes.

Written in response to the challenge set for me by Danielle.

Prompts are as follows:

Sara gets hurt at a crime scene (but not horribly hurt).

A small flashback or a 'remember when' moment, from when Grissom and Sara first met.

It ends back at Grissom and Sara's house.

I had such a good idea for this; I couldn't sleep for thinking about it, but then when I woke up this morning my idea had deflated

In the Woods

"Hey, Greg. Do you have any plaster in your kit?" asks Sara. "I have a footprint, looks reasonably fresh."

"Urm, yeah."

Crouching down, he searches through his kit for the bag of creamy coloured liquid. When he finds it he hits it with his fist, to activate it, and hands it to Sara.

"Thanks."

"It's not like you to not re-stock your kit." he states, smiling.

Sara rolls her eyes.

"Actually, Greg, I did re-stock my kit," she informs him. "With everything other than moulding plaster. I couldn't find any in the supplies cupboard and I didn't have time to mention it to D.B before we left."

Sara kneads the plaster in the bag until it's fully usable and ready to pour. She sets the bag down beside her whilst she takes some pictures and measurements of the shoe print, estimating it to be a male, Nike Air running shoe.

She sighs; it looks like it could belong to their victim. He was wearing one shoe of the same make with its mate lying beside him. One shoe was taken away with the body, the other is still at the scene with a number eight yellow marker next to it.

Their crime scene is located in some woodland a few miles outside of Vegas. A group of friends were camping for the weekend when they came a cross a male body slumped up against a tree, with an arrow straight through his heart.

"Maybe he got in the way of a hunter and his prey." says Greg.

"Or maybe he was the prey." says Sara sadly. "Humans hunting humans, it's not uncommon these days."

Greg shakes his head in disgust and continues to move about looking for evidence, whilst Sara busies herself making a mould of the shoe print. She pours on the plaster and evens out the thick liquid so that it'll set correctly. For good measure she takes a photo of the mould and carries on looking around.

Looking around for Greg she sees him disappear behind a tree trunk a few hundred meters away.

"I hope he's having better luck than me." she sighs to herself

As if on queue something glistening in the early morning sun light catches her eye. Crouching down, she positions her camera and snaps a quick few shots before she reaches out a gloved hand and collects the small gold item.

She smiles as she examines her find; a solid gold tooth, which hopefully will have some DNA on it.

"Hey, Greg," she shouts, turning towards where he was last seen. "I've found something."

"Me, too." he yells back, his head peeking out from behind a tree. "Another body…"

"What?" she asks, slowly standing up.

She drops the tooth into a small brown evidence bag and seals and marks it. She doesn't hear the dark clad figure creeping up behind her.

"Sara, look out!"

She abruptly starts to turn around but is stopped when she feels two strong arms wrap around her; one around her chest and one around her neck, pulling her backwards against his solid body. She sees Greg pull his gun from the holster at his hip and run in her direction.

"Get. Off. Me." she shouts at her attacker, trying to struggle out of his hold.

His arms only tighten around her as he drags her backwards with him through the thickening foliage and deeper into the woods. She struggles with him, clawing him and elbowing him, but her efforts are barely noticed as he continues to drag her like ragdoll through the grass. He legs give way during the fight and her attacker, using this to his advantage, lifts her a little higher as he picks up speed.

She can hear his rugged breathing and each and every snap of the twigs under his feet.

Suddenly they come to a stop on the edge of a ravine and Sara can see that it's a steep drop.

She feels the blood drain from her face; a bad feeling twisting in her stomach.

The arm around her chest relents and she sees her chance to escape. She's just about to try fighting back when he pulls her weapon from its place on her hip.

"Nooo…" screams Sara, starting to panic.

Her attacker, a huge burley man, at least six foot seven, takes the safety off the gun and holds it to Sara's head.

Instantly she stops struggling.

Her hands grasp at the arm around her neck, trying to loosen his hold so that she can breathe. .

"Don't come any closer." A deep voice barks past her ear, making her flinch. "Or I'll kill her."

Sara feels the barrel of her own gun press hard against her temple, and she knows that, if she survives this, she'll have a really nasty bruise.

"Okay." says Greg. He holds one hand up in surrender but still points his weapon with the other. The attacker looks around nervously as he lowers Sara a little. "I…I… Let me go. I take her with me until we're clear of the woods, then I'll let her go."

"I'm sorry, I can't let you do that." comes Greg's easy voice, although Sara can see the despair in his eyes.

His arm tightens around her neck.

Shoot the bastard, Greg. Please shoot him. I trust you. She thinks.

She tries to speak but only a small whimper leaves her lips as her oxygen supply is almost completely cut off.

Weakly, she attempts to fight again.

She can see Greg studying the situation carefully, his eyes taking in every detail of the scene in front of him. Her body is protecting her attackers, there's no way Greg can get a clear shot at him.

"Greg…" she whispers, giving the slightest nod of her head.

He looks at her, his eyes full of dread, and returns her nod, knowing what she's telling him.

"Let her go."

"No. I'm in charge here. You let us go."

Again, Greg looks at Sara.

As she squeezes her eyes shut an image of Gil appears. It's the most beautiful image from the day they got married, the way he was looking at her as she spoke her vows to him. She wishes that she could see him right now, she'd give anything to be safe with him instead of being here. She can see him vividly and, hoping that he will hear her, she tells him that she loves him; she always has and always will. She imagines that he's holding her and kissing her as she lies in the safety of his arms. She can almost feel his mouth on hers when a gunshot pulls her crashing back into reality.

She opens her eyes just in time to see Greg raise his weapon and fire.

BANG…

Dun dun dun….

To be continued.

I hope this is okay. I didn't intend for it to be so angsty but it just kind of spilled out.

Thanks Danielle for the prompts.

Lynne xo