Trauma

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Chapter 1

Sara sidle was pissed off. Some idiot had backed into her car, and the mechanic said it wouldn't be ready for two days. She needed a ride to work.

"Let's see, it's Nick's day off and Catherine asked to be put 'on call' because of Lindsey's having the 'flu, so that leaves Warrick and," she gulped," Grissom."

She tried Warrick's cell, pager, and home numbers several times with no luck. "Damn!" she thought.

Gil Grissom answered on the second ring.

"Grissom!" he barked into the phone.

"Uh…hi. Uh… this is Sara, could I catch a ride tonight?"

As soon as he heard her voice, he was sorry for the tone in his own.

"Sorry, Sara. I was expecting a call from Ecklie, and you know what a good mood that puts me in. Sure, I'll come get you, see you around 7:30."

"Thanks Griss. See you then."

At 7:15 a soft knock on her door got her attention. She smiled as she shook her head. She knew he'd be early.

"What's the matter, couldn't wait to see me?" she asked as she opened the door.

It wasn't Grissom.

Three men dressed in head to toe black, including black ski masks, pushed their way into her home. The one in front came across her cheek with a backhanded slap so hard; she thought that her cheek was going to explode. She fell into a bookcase and then to the floor where the second one grabbed her hair and yanked her to her feet. She started to fight back when the first one said," Don't even think about it, bitch!" as he twisted her right arm behind her back and up between her shoulder blades.

At 7:23, Grissom knocked on Sara's door, cursing himself for being late. He waited, and knocked again.

Inside, the man holding Sara had clasped his hand over her mouth, so that she wouldn't scream.

"Are you expecting someone?" he growled in her ear. She nodded, hoping the information would make them change their minds.

It didn't.

"Sara, are you ready?" Gil couldn't believe that Sara wasn't ready and waiting. She knew when he was going to be there.

Slowly, the door opened to a dark room. "Sara?" he asked, stepping cautiously through the doorway. The door slammed shut behind him just as Sara, held from behind by a masked man, stepped into his view. From the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow just before he was struck on the head from behind. As his sight faded to black, he heard it…

Sara screamed.