A/N: I've written this prologue a while back, but I didn't want to upload it until I had the plot of this story figured out more clearly. This is an old-fashioned Sara thriller, because I really missed her (luckily she'll be back!). Please read and review!

Closure
"Though you're still with me, I've been alone all along."

Prologue

Her eyes were fixed upon the road in front of her. All she saw was darkness, which was almost impenetrable because of the rain that was pouring down. Her windshield wipers were rushing their ways up and down, trying with all their might, and in vain, to keep away the rain from her view. She was so tired that the rapidly wiping of the wipers was nearly hypnotizing her. It had been a long day.

A child murder case, yet to be solved. Those were the worst, in her opinion. Somehow those kind of cases were impossible for her to let go without having put the bastard who did such a thing to an innocent child behind bars. Flashes of the desperate, tear-stained faces of the family appeared in her mind's eye again. Faces that looked at her, searching for answers for an explanation why this was done to their loved one, for closure. If it had been up to her she'd not have gone home at all, until they managed to give them this. But her supervisor Grissom had found her working at two in the night (seven hours past the end of her shift), the coffee machine for the CSIs plundered, trying to find something that would be enough to get a search warrant for their prime suspect, and had insisted that she go home. And if she didn't, he'd 'have to fire her for working too late.' Unwillingly, she had given in to his wish and gotten into her car to get home. Right now exhaustion, that hadn't been there at all when she had been working, was taking her over and the idea of crawling into her warm bed soon didn't sound too bad.

Suddenly, her eyes got sight of a car behind her. Its headlights were reflected into her rearview mirror. It was quite unusual that someone else was driving at this quiet road, especially in the middle of the night when it was raining cats and dogs. The car seemed to increase speed, as far as she could see it through the pouring rain. She figured the vehicle wanted to pass her, so she slowed down hers and steered to the right slightly. But the car didn't pass her. It remained driving behind her, still speeding up, because its lights shone through the rain into her rearview mirror more clearly now. Vaguely she heard the driver honk at her.

"What do you want from me?" she whispered under her breath, irritated. She glanced into the rearview mirror again, trying to get a look at the driver, but rain drops still hindered her sight.

The lights came even closer, until the car bumped firmly into hers. She was thrown forward, her head hitting the steering wheel. She cursed loudly, rubbing her forehead with one hand, while the other desperately tried to keep the car on the road.

She knew she was supposed to stop now, but somehow her intuition told her to get away from there. She was about to accelerate again, when the vehicle behind her once again crashed into hers; this time the shock was even harder.

"What the HELL?!" she screamed out.

She glanced into the rearview mirror once again. She heard the sound of the honk again, closer this time. Maybe it was best to pull over after all. Something wasn't quite right, that was for sure.

She slowly pushed down the brake, until her car came to a halt at the side of the road. She pulled her keys out of the ignition, but stayed in her seat. Not until now she realized her heart had started beating faster. She told herself to calm down. Whoever the person was, they might be hurt and needing her help. Judging by the turned off car lights the car behind her had stopped as well.
Minutes passed by without anything happening. Without knowing if she did the right thing, she opened the car door and stepped outside.

"Oh, God," she said, as the pouring rain immediately soaked her. In vain she tried to block the rain drops by lifting her arms above her head. She narrowed her eyes trying to see something.

"Hello?"

There wasn't any kind of response. Carefully she began moving closer to the car. She could barely see anything in the darkness. If only she had had her faithful flashlight right now...

All of a sudden, two hands on her shoulders. Her heart skipped a beat and she nearly let out a cry. She tried to spin around, but the stranger held her in the same position so she couldn't see their face.

Then a voice close to her ear. "Honey, I've been looking everywhere for you."

She felt her stomach turn in fear. Blindly she grabbed to her hip where she normally carried her gun. A wave of despair went through her as her hand felt nothing. She left it in her car, in the back seat.

"Let go of me!" She had to improvise. She couldn't help her voice to slide out to a high note.

The stranger, a guy judging by his voice, tightened the grip on her shoulders. "Sssh, honey. Be silent."

Honey. He kept on calling her honey. Her brain worked at high speed. Apparently to him she wasn't a stranger. Did she have to play along with him?

"Will you let go of me please? You're hurting me," she said softly, as calmly as she could with her heart beating its way out of her chest.

The hands loosened slightly and she immediately took her chance. She struggled herself free by elbowing him hard in the chest, then rushed past him to her car. But in less than a second he was next to her again, wrapping an arm around her neck, pulling her close to him.

"Why are you trying to walk away, hon? Don't you remember me?"

His breath in her neck, a shiver went through her spine. She was out of ideas what to do to escape. He held her in a tight grip she wasn't able to free herself from. And now he began pushing her in the direction of his car. With all of the strength she had inside of her she tried to stay where she stood, but he was stronger. Pleading was the only solution she saw at the moment.

"Please, why are you doing this? You don't want to do this," she said in a shaky voice. "I w-work in Law Enforcement," she added, hoping this would scare him off somehow.

It didn't.

"I know, sweetie. I know where you work. In fact, I believe I know everything about you."