Author's Note: OMG you guys are awesome… you reviewed so quick I couldn't even finish typing…sorry for the delay. Tomorrow is mai b'day YAY! Same rules as before… R&R… for any of you who noticed "Sara" was not trapped under a truck in the season finale. She was under a ford mustang. I'm sorry… but incase your wondering this IS the scene in the miniature. SORRY! I wasn't paying the best attention.

Major Props to the reviewers I luv u guys 3

Chapter Two

Just Like a Human

"What?!" Greg jumped to his feet, hastily wiping his face on his sleeve.

"Something in your eye?" Grissom grinned at the startled CSI considerably more light-hearted knowing that this wasn't her.

"Yeah." Greg walked over to stand beside Grissom. "I suppose she looks kind of like Sara…" Gil shook his head.

"Not even related. Well, not really." He handed Greg the little piece of plastic.

"Katrina Sidle? Hey, wait this is a military dependant I.D. so this girl is her sister in law? But what does she have to do with any of this?"

"I'm not too sure. There's no bleach at the scene… Maybe Natalie killed her because she's about the same size as Sara and with a little hair dye is almost a passable double. Sure fooled us."

"But where does that leave us? No clu—"Greg's eyes lit up and the ghost of a smile flitted across his features.

"Maybe we should look." Grissom got to his feet, almost afraid of what he would find.

"I hate to cut this short but we have about fifteen minutes before sunset and I'm not authorized to fly at night. We still have ten minutes left to fly before we can get back. Could you please move it along?" The pilot carefully avoided looking at the deceased.

Grissom stared at the crime scene, his instincts to look for evidence battling with his desire to find Sara. Obviously the Sara side won out

They had somehow managed to get the only freaking pilot in Las Vegas who couldn't freaking fly after dark. People were losing every penny they possessed on the strip and there was still enough bad luck to condemn Grissom to rush a crime scene.

He sighed. This was going to get tough. "Come on Greg, lets look." Grissom yanked at the passenger side door handle. The metal creaked but the door didn't move.

"Shit. Greg, a little assistance if you would." Greg stood from where he was studying the body and strode over to help unwedge the door. After several tries the two men were able to yank the door open. Lo and behold on the seat there sat… another miniature.

Greg groaned. "For once I wish we could just find someone with none of these strings attached. Or actually find who we're looking for." Grissom nodded feeling much the same way.

"We can go now." He nodded at the pilot. "Log the GPS position so we can find this place again." He carefully slid the replica off the seat and began walking away seemingly forgetting about his partner and pilot. The suspense was awful. He wanted so badly to look inside and yet was terrified at what he would see. He would just wait until he got back to the lab. Couldn't do anything else until he was back anyway. Grissom could only prey they wouldn't be too late.

"He do that a lot?" Greg nodded at the pilot. "You should count yourself lucky. He usually gives less warning." Greg walked in silence after that, also thinking of Sara, then of Holly, a rookie CSI who'd been killed in the field. He'd still been a lab rat then… and even that had been a dangerous job. With a shudder he remembered the lab explosion. That had been a fun couple of days in the hospital.

Before he realized it they were back at the chopper and soon in the air.

Twenty minutes later….

"Hurry up." Grissom was once again being almost annoyingly impatient. Every minute that ticked by was possibly bringing Sara closer to her death.

They walked into the lab greeted by the grim faces of Nick, Catherine and Warrick. They took one look at the box shaped item in Grissom's arms and narrowed their eyes. They'd seen far too many of those damn boxes.

"Call Brass, get Natalie in here." Catherine pulled out hr phone and began dialing. In all her years working in the lab she'd never seen Grissom like this.

Grissom carefully set the box on the lab table, put on a pair of gloves and carefully lifted the top off of it. The rest of the CSI's crowded around the replica, trying to view the scene.

A perfect likeness of the missing CSI was portrayed bound and gagged in what appeared to be a closet. The first thing Grissom noticed was that this doll was far more detailed then any of Natalie's others. In fact it looked exactly like her, almost eerily so.

"Poor Sara." Nick commented seeing the doll struggle against its bonds. Just then the doll stopped moving and slumped against the back wall. Everyone held their breath praying they hadn't just indirectly witnessed Sara's demise. Moments later it began struggling again, with what seemed like renewed force.

"It acts—"Grissom began

"Just like a human." Warrick finished, slightly intrigued by this anomaly.

"Hey what's this? Greg pulled a piece of paper out from underneath the miniature.

Words were printed in neat script on the page. The farther down on the page Greg got the more worried his expression became. He began to read aloud.

Dear C.S.I

I'm pleased to see you found my clue. If only I could see what you do with it. It's hard to lose someone you love isn't it my dear Gil?

Well I have to assume that you are terribly worried about your precious Sara. She is still alive. For now.

I feel that it is my duty to inform you of her soon to be nonexistence. You have until 20:00 on September 15 before she dies. Nick, Catherine, Greg, Warrick, and of course Gil- Although I may be currently incarcerated plans have been set in motion that should make your lives a bit more… exciting for want of a better word

Happy Hunting Gris,

Natalie

The room was silent.

"Well we have what-- 30 hours to find her, if we can trust this timeline. Best get crackin." Nick took a huge drink of his coffee correctly guessing he would be in for another night without a wink of sleep.

"Does this house look familiar to any of you?" Grissom asked quietly wracking his brains. The four other CSI shook their heads.

"Okay then. Nick, Greg you go check out Natalie's house. Catherine, Warrick go to where the foster father used to live. If you get any leads. No matter how seemingly trivial, follow them, in the mean time I'm going to have a chat with everyone's favorite serial killer."

Well I can't have an uber huge cliff hanger at the end of every chapter. So sorry. Thanks so much for all the reviews keep 'em coming. And… I wish for all your opinions on who you wish to follow first…Catherine and Warrick, Greg and Nicky…I mean Nick. (I've been watching the REALLY old CSI… the ones where Sara isn't really one of them yet.) Or Grissom and Natalie. Let's try for four reviews this chapter? Sorry about the delay… God must hate me… I got grounded then lost my thumb drive… I promise I'll be quicker in the future