Story Name: Gone

Summary: Sara is abducted and Grissom is the only one who can save her. But can he figure out the clues in time? GSR.

Theme: Romance, Suspense, Angst

Dislcaimer: (Do I need one?) I don't own anything or anyone... blah, blah, blah... :D

Thanks for reading! This is my third attemp at a fic, and I hope I'm getting better. I don't know how often I'll be able to update, but stick with me.

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Sara could feel her heart beat in her stomach as she was sprawled across the ground. Her eyes blinked open and the darkness penetrated them; a darkness so intense that she forgot for a moment what it was like to see light.

She sat up.

Where was she? Sara felt around for a door handle, hinges, a crack in the wall, anything. Then her hands bumped against something hard and smooth on the ground, and she picked it up. A flashlight.

The beam resounded off the walls as Sara hit the small button to turn it on, and she blinked a few times as to adjust her eyes to the sudden brightness.

She was in a small room about six feet wide by six feet long, and the walls and floor were bare and made of cement. A storage closet? She guessed. But she was still confused; how did she get here? Sara thought back to where she was before waking up here. At home. In bed. Asleep. Alone. Maybe someone took her while she was sleeping? No. She thought. I would have woken up.

But then… she had had tea before going to bed, and someone could have easily slipped something into it. But that would mean someone would have had to have been inside her house.

The thought made her shiver.

To calm her pounding heart and her quickening breath, Sara stood up and decided to search for a way out, but when she turned around, the beam of her flashlight fell across something on the wall behind her. Writing. She swallowed hard and walked up to it.

There is no reason.

There is no way

To escape from here,

You're here to stay.

Unless, of course

He comes around.

The only one

Who can save you now.

The only sound was the echo of the flashlight hitting the hard floor.

The note was neatly folded in a small white envelope. There was nothing written on the outside and the letter was only eight lines long, typed, and sealed with tape.

Grissom fingered the note timidly, as if he knew that it held bad news, and opened it when he returned from the front desk to his office.

I have something of yours.

Would you like her back?

Just check your surroundings

And you'll be on the right track.

But will it be too late?

Will she survive?

I've found the one thing

That will leave you deprived.

What did this mean? Who was it from?

Grissom quickly stood up and walked out to the front desk. "Excuse me." he hurriedly asked the woman who sat behind it, "Can you tell me who delivered this?" He held up the envelope.

"It was a young boy – about seventeen or eighteen – he was dark-haired and dark-eyed. Didn't say his name, though."

"Anything else?"

"He… was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, and had his left ear pierced." she ended this as a sort of question.

"Thank you." he headed toward the break room. She. His mind raced. Who was 'she'? He couldn't think of anyone who was close enough to him that it would – that could – 'leave him deprived'. Unless… one of his CSIs maybe? Catherine? Sara?

Shit.

Grissom entered the break room and scanned it quickly. Nick. Greg. Warrick. Catherine.

But no Sara.

He checked his watch. It read 10:24 pm. That meant either Sara was late or she just wasn't in the break room.

But Sara was never late.

"Have any of you seen Sara yet?" Grissom asked the four in the room.

"Nope, not yet." Nick answered. "Weird, isn't it? She's usually half an hour early, not half an hour late."

"Or maybe she isn't late." Grissom stated solemnly.

"What?" the question came from Greg, and he was answered with Grissom handing him the letter.

"What's this?"

"Read it."

The other three gathered around Greg and read it silently as well.

"Y-You mean… someone kidnapped her?" asked Warrick.

"Possibly."

"… 'Just check your surroundings'? What the hell does that mean?" Catherine asked no one in particular.

"I don't know." Grissom said sternly. "But I'm going to find out."

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xoxo Jess