A/N: SO you know, Sara's mom is not in this story just to decrease suspicions. Song is Count to 6 and die by Marliyn Manson.
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"Hey, where's Sara? She is always here by now." Grissom spoke as he entered the breakroom ready to hand out assignments.
"No idea, want me to call and see if she is coming in?" Warrick asked
"Sure, I want to make sure she isnt in any trouble, as CSI's you never really do know." Grissom gave a small smile out of the corner of his lips.
"For all we know she may be taking the day off." Nick suggested.
"Sara doesnt take days off unless she is forced to." Greg laughed for a moment.
They all watched as Warrick's ear was to his cellphone. After a while he started to speak.
"Hey Sar, It's Warrick. You aint at work, we want to make sure your ok just in case your taking the day off. We are a touch worried but not that much." Warrick gave a small laugh. " Anyways call back, any of us so we know your ok, we just want to know if you had a hangover, one night stand, more than a one night stand or whatever. Call us later bye" Warrick clicked his phone shut and placed it back in his pocket.
"Not answering?" Catherine questioned
"No man, maybe I should try her cell." Warrick suggested
"No, it's ok Warrick, I got to hand out assignments, I will call her cell after that." Grissom butted in.
"Ok." Warrick put his cell away and waited ffor Grissom to proceed.
"Two cases tonight." Grissom gave a sly smile oput of the corner of his eye. "Catherine and Nick you guys got a break in over in Carson City."
"What fun." Catherine sarcastically spoke and took the sheet and she and Nick walked out of the room.
"Warrick, you and Greg got a mysterious death in Henderson." Grissom handed them the sheet.
"What about you, there are only two?" Greg qeustioned as he stood and went to the door.
"I stay here incase anything pops up." Grissom spoke without moving.
"Whatever." Greg ran down the hall calling driving and Warrick followed with the keys.
"I also get to see Sara." Grissom whispered under his breath and gave a smile. He pulled his coat off the chair and walked out of the room.
It was cold and Sara could see nothing. There was fabric over her eyes blinding her. Fabric wrapped around her head and stuffed in her mouth so she couldnt speak. She tried to move her hands but they were held in place by something. It was cold and metal maybe handcuffs to a pole. She could feel the shapes around her hands and it was definatly handcuffs. There was another pair of hands by hers. Two pairs one was much smaller most likely a childs. The other pair was about her size and cold. A terrible thought craused her mind. She could hear whimpering beside her but she could do nothing. A sudden breeze fell over her body and she shivered. Sound filled the room and it was not the pleasent kind. A cold vioce began to sing.
"She's got her eyes open wide she's got the dirt and spit of the world her mouth on the metal the lips of a scared little girl
I've got an angel in the lobby he's waiting to put me in line I won't ask forgiveness my faith has gone dry" The voice spoke and then kept going and another voice entered the song as well.
"She's got her Christian prescriptures and death has crawled in her ear like elevator music of songs that she shouldn't hear
and it spins around 1...2...3 and we all lay down 4...5...6 some do it fast some do it better in smaller amounts
and it spins around 1...2...3 and we all lay down 4...5...6 some do it fast some do it better in smaller amounts" Both voices subsided.
"Would you like to know what we will do to you and then would you like us to tell you the way and time length you die." A male voice laughed and the other male joined in.
As soon as Grissom approached Sara's door he saw it opened and a foot print on the side. He ran to the apartment and fully opened the door. He rushed around panicking.
"Sara!" He began to shout and repeat her name over. He rushed through every room and finding nothing but some blood and a sign of struggle by the door. "oh god." Was all that could come out of his mouth.
He pulled his cellphone out. The only numbers thaty could come into his head he wrote in the key pad. 911. "Helllo? I need to report a missing persons report for a CSI of the Las Vegas crime lab, Sara Sidle."
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SOrry it's short and it took so long to post. Reviews are loved! good bad and all the above. if it's bad please dont be to mean about it. I have a very high temper sometimes.