A/N - Things have been incredibly busy at work lately so I haven't had much time to post but here is the next chapter in this saga. Enjoy and reveiw...

Chapter Four – Shake Your Foundations

It happened just as Sara had feared it would. Grissom got paired with Cathleen and herself with David. As she got into bed that night, she felt herself dreading the next day. In fact she was having a hard time sleeping. So she put her robe over her PJ"s and knocked on Grissom's door across the hall. He was sitting in his bed reading a large book, putting it down as she entered the room.

"I can't sleep."

Grissom took off his glasses and studied her as she perched herself on his bed.

"You need to tell Cathleen just how uncomfortable he makes you feel, see if she can swap things around, team him up with a man."

Sara shook her head.

"No. I need to be grown up about this. I deal with creeps on a daily basis, one more won't make much of a difference."

"Your choice. If you have any problems with him, come see me ok? I want you to enjoy this trip as much as you can."

Sara nodded as she twisted a stray thread from the bed cover around her finger. She smiled confidently at Grissom.

"I had better get some sleep. Night Grissom."

"Night Sara."

Sara closed the door quietly behind her before moving into her own room, slipping back under the warm covers. It took a long time before she fell into a restless sleep, thoughts of Brian still on her mind.

The next day, the new pairs were sent out to do the scene evaluation, this one a more basic B&E, which Sara was grateful for. Brian was taking every opportunity to be close to her and to touch her. They did their work before moving to Brian's room. It was only an hour before Sara could not take being near him and so excused herself to go on a walk. She set out on one of the trails that Cathleen had told her about, one that circled the house, one that it was impossible to get lost on. She sat on a log and breathed deep the calm cool air, feeling like she was wrapped in a separate world. She was so lost in thought that she never heard the approaching footsteps and only noticed Brian when he was standing in front of her.

"Brian! What are you doing here?"

Brian moved closer, so Sara stood up.

"I was worried about you. Are you ok?"

He touched her shoulder and Sara had to stop herself from grimacing. She hated him touching her, she felt like she had to sterilize every inch of her skin when he did.

"I'm ok Brian. Go back to the house, I'll be there soon."
Brian shook his head, his eyes flashing as he moved closer to her still. She couldn't move back, the log pressed hard against her ankles.

"You can't tease me like that Sara."

Sara could feel the panic start to rise in her throat, felt that adrenaline begin to pump through her veins.

"What do you mean?"

Brian pressed his body against hers and Sara froze as she felt his very obvious erection press against her.

"You have been teasing me for days. Now I'm going to collect."

Brian grabbed her wrists, his hands pinching the skin, pushing her back into the bushes. It only took Sara a moment to realize exactly what he was trying to do and she found herself too scared to even scream, so she did the next best thing. She fought. She wriggled and moved against him, trying to find some sort of out from under him. But he was stronger then he looked, even though only one hand now held her wrists, the other one making its journey around her body. He smiled at her as he watched her reaction to his touches, his breath coming in quick gasps.

"You'll love it Sara. You know you want it as much as I do."

Sara felt hot tears falling down her cheeks as she continued to fight, trying to grasp at some sort of plan to get him to let her go. Her voice was dry and hot as she spoke, the words hurting her.

"You're right Brian, I want this."

Brian smiled knowingly down at her, his hand releasing her wrists, to settle on her face.

"I knew you did Sara."

Sara didn't react immediately to her freedom, instead inching her hand behind her, trying to locate some sort of weapon. Her fingers soon found what felt like a heavy stick but before she picked it up, Brian saw the slight movement. He punched her hard in the face, making the world spin as he leered down at her.

"Naughty girl."

This time, Sara didn't wait. She punched, scratched and kicked until Brian's weight left her body and she slipped out from beneath him, her shirt torn and ripped, her pants unbuttoned and open. And it was then, staring into those cold blue eyes that fear overtook her and she ran. She didn't know where she was going, didn't care as long as she got away from him. Branches tore at her exposed skin and she let out a small cry as she stumbled across the house, trying to grasp air that seemed to have left her lungs. She ran inside and sprinted up the stairs, headed straight for Grissom's room, pulling the door open, locking it behind her before sinking to the floor, the sobs coming loud and open now.

"Sara, what's wrong? What happened to you?"

She hadn't realized that anyone would be in the room and it made her cry harder as Grissom crouched beside her, his voice gentle. Cathleen came to crouch beside her as well, a gentle hand on her knee. Soon Sara had gotten herself together enough to move off the floor and onto the bed. She took a deep breath before looking at Cathleen.

"Can you please take some pictures of my bruises and scratches?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to need them to press charges against Brian."

Grissom's face took on a mask of rare anger, his hands clutched at his sides.

"He did this to you?"

Sara nodded as the tears started again.

"He tried to rape me."

Grissom's face became one of pure rage and he made a move for the door, Cathleen stopping him, a hand on his chest.

"Stay here with Sara. I'll get David."

Grissom nodded and moved back to Sara, who was sobbing quietly. He said nothing, just sat beside her, holding her hand as she cried. He was too angry to speak. Cathleen came back a little while later, camera in hand, David in tow closely behind. He took one look at Sara, swore under his breath and headed back downstairs. Cathleen glanced at Grissom.

"Grissom can you give us some time alone? We need to take pictures, get her clothes together."

Grissom nodded and left the room quietly before striding downstairs. He could hear yelling and he headed towards it, striding into the living room to find David yelling at Brian. David was furious, his face red from anger, which was inches from Brian's own. brian on the other hand was standing smugly beofore him, claiming that Sara was a willing party in the attack. Grissom said nothing, just moved forward and grabbed Brian's throat, pressing him hard into the wall.

"You piece of shit. I should kill you right here for what you did to Sara."

Brian leered at Grissom, a small smile on his face.

"She wanted it."

Grissom swung back to punch him, but was stopped by David, who clutched at his fist.

"Don't Grissom."

Grissom dropped his hand to his side and released Brian.

"Keep him away from me."

Grissom strode back upstairs, knocking on the bedroom door softly. Cathleen opened it, her arms full of evidence bags.

"Can you dress her scratches for me? I have to start processing all of this."

Grissom nodded and moved into the room, closing the door behind him. Sara was sitting on the bed, knees under her chin, rocking back and forth slightly. She was wearing a nightshirt that was huge on her slim frame, one that made her seem so small. He located the first aid kit in the bathroom and approached Sara slowly, the same as he would any other sexual attack victim, keeping his movements limited as he sat on the edge of the bed, as close to her as he could be without scaring her.

"You don't need to be careful Grissom. I'm ok."

Sara had raised her head and was smiling slightly at him. Her face was covered in scratches and bruises, including the one that was tracing her jaw. Looking at her face made his heart break in two. He felt so guilty, why didn't he listen to her when he said there was something about Brian that didn't sit right? He should have talked to Cathleen himself. As he moved closer again to Sara, he saw the deep bruises that circled her slim wrists and her upper arms. He felt the vomit come to his throat, swallowing heavily before beginning the task of cleaning all of Sara's scratches. She closed her eyes as he gently pushed her hair off her face, his thumb tracing her skin slightly before he began to dab the wounds with antiseptic, following them down her throat and upper chest. He felt the bed shake slightly and when he looked up, Sara was sobbing silently again, big fat tears snaking their way down her cheeks and chin. He moved up the bed to sit beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, stroking her hair, trying to find something to say to make it all better. When he found there was nothing that could make it better, he just held her, trying to stop his own tears from falling with hers.

A few hours later, Sara decided to have a shower and found that she was so stiff and bruised that Cathleen had to help her get undressed. She heard her friend's sharp intake of breath as she saw the rest of the bruises that had blossomed over the day.

"Oh Sara. Look what he did to you."

Sara moved a little closer to the full-length mirror in her room, her eyes running over her body. There was bruising where she hadn't even realised he had hurt her, over her breast's, stomach and thighs, a matching pair of hand prints over her hips as well. She remembered how hard she had struggled and realized it must have happened then, still it was pretty amazing that she hadn't felt it. She gave Cathleen a slight smile in the mirror.

"I look like a punching bag."

"You sure you don't want a bath? It might help those muscles a little more then a shower would."

Sara shook her head as she traced her black eyes with gentle fingers.

"No, I would rather have a shower."

Cathleen shrugged before handing Sara a bottle of lavender body wash.

"Use this then ok? It's help you relax. Give me a yell if you need anything else, I'll be just outside the door."

Sara nodded back, watching Cathleen close the door behind her. She slipped under the hot spray and instantly felt better. She washed every inch of her body with the body wash, the lavender making her feel relaxed, just as Cathleen had promised. Sara stayed under the water for as long as she could before switching it off, wrapping a towel around her body before moving into her room. Cathleen was busy fussing around the room, laying out clothes for her, jeans and a baby blue turtleneck already on the bed. Sara made a move to try and dry her hair, gasping as her body protested with jets of pain. Cathleen caught the sound and moved to dry her hair herself. Sara let her, for a moment relaxing with the woman's gentle touch as she untangled her hair.

"Are you ok getting dressed?"

Sara shrugged slightly as she eyes the clothes.

"I should be."

Cathleen nodded and moved out of the room; giving Sara some much needed privacy. She struggled at first but soon discovered her limitations with her momevements and was able to avoid the ones that caused her too much pain. When she was done, she headed downstairs to the kitchen, hoping to grab a hot drink and maybe something to eat. The kitchen was empty, so she pottered around in the fridge, finding some left over scones that she popped in the microwave as she started the coffee machine. She heard the kitchen swing door open and she turned to find herself faced with Brian. His face had bruises and scratches on it as well, made by herself, Sara suspected. He stood calmly watching her as she gasped for breath, trying to get her body to move. She wasn't quite so helpless now though, she was in a kitchen, in a house filled with people. She reached out quickly, feeling her hand wrap around the think handle of a large knife, waving it at Brian.

"Leave me alone."

Brian took a step froward and Sara found herself pressed hard against the bench.

"They want to know if you will be pressing charges against me Sara. Will you? After all you wanted it as much as I did."

Sara shook her head.

"No I didn't. Leave now or I will scream."

Brian didn't make a move to leave so Sara opened her mouth and let out the loudest scream she could. She continued to scream until she ran out of air, taking yet another breath to repeat the process.

"I will tell them you wanted it as much as me."

Sara glared at him.

"I don't like you Brain, what in the world made you think that I would have sex with you?"

Brian gave her a slow smile, moving closer again until he was right in front of the knife, the blade pressing to his shirt.

"You watched me as much as I watched you."

Sara saw Grissom come into the kitchen before Brian realized that they were no longer alone. He moved closer still, the blade pressing harder.

"You would not stab me Sara. That's not what you're about. I know you Sara, I know what you need and what you want."

Grissom slipped silently up behind the man, a gun in his hand. For a brief second Sara wondered where he had gotten it, dismissing the thought just as quickly. She didn't care, all she wanted was for him to pull the trigger and blow Brian away. Instead he pressed the nuzzle to Brian's throat.

"Get away from her."

Brian smiled and turned to face Grissom, the gun coming to rest on his cheek.

"Are you really going to shoot me?"

Grissom cocked his head.

"No"

Grissom freed a hand from where it was grasping the gun, letting it come up to hit Brian in the face. As the man crumpled under the punch, Grissom moved quickly, using a set of handcuffs to keep him from moving too much, before dragging him out of the kitchen. Sara stayed where she was, the knife still in her hands, her heart thumping painfully in her chest. Grissom reappeared a few moments later, coming to stand beside Sara.

"You can put the knife down now Sara."

He gently pried her fingers off of the knife, placing it back on the bench top before taking Sara's hand in his own and leading her like a child into the living room, pushing her gently into a large seat by the fire. Sara watched him leave before letting herself get lost in the bright orange flame that was burning happily in the fireplace, the sudden sound of rain on the roof drawing her eyes to the window, watching the fat heavy drops hit the leaves and trees outside. She felt a sudden urge to go and walk in the rain, to get lost in the trees and never come back again. Grissom reappeared just as quickly, a large tray in his hands. Sara watched closely as he poured a cup of coffee topping it off with what looked like whisky.

"Why are you putting whisky in my coffee?"

Grissom said nothing as he offered her the mug. It was then, arms and hands extended did she see just how severely she was shaking. She frowned as she opened and closed her hands trying to still the movement.

"It's to stop the shaking. You're in shock."

"I'm fine."

Grissom shook his head as he poured himself a coffee adding only a little whisky in his own.

"No you're not. My mom was the same when my father died. She was drinking coffee and whisky for a week just to deal with her shaking."

Sara sipped the coffee, the whisky burning her throat pleasantly.

"Nobody died Grissom. I am honestly fine."

"A man tried to rape you and you're fine?"

Sara nodded hard, trying to convince herself more then Grissom.

"Then why are you shaking like a leaf? And why does it look like all the blood was drained from your body?"

"I must be cold."

Grissom frowned at her.

"Fine. But I'm here if you need me."

Sara nodded again as she continued to drink her alcohol laced coffee. It took another three before she stopped shaking, before her limbs felt wonderfully heavy, before her eyes started to close. Grissom didn't bother to ask her to try to walk, just scooped her up in his arms, as if she weighed nothing at all, carrying her up the steps and into her room. He took off her shoes before getting her under the covers. He took the seat next to the bed and switched on the TV. There was no way he was leaving her side while Brian was still downstairs. And since he could not trust himself to not kill the man for what he had done to Sara, he was going to stay right here, watching mindless TV until he was not quite so angry anymore. It was going to be a long night.