I… am… BACK! School has started…I am a member of a competitive dance team the highest rank AND I have taken SEVERAL (over 29) personality CSI quizzes and I AM Sara! WOOT WOOT!

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Chapter 4

Problems and Fear

"What's the problem?" Sara asked, her voice picking up speed as she said the words. Her breathing came faster in a second and she felt as if tears would sting her eyes, and she felt like her chest was closing in on her heart, she couldn't breathe; a panic attack. (A/N: I have had several panic attacks and know what they are like. You feel like you're going to die.)

"You're off the radar. We can't see you." Grissom said in his more stressed out voice. Only slightly stressed though; to Grissom, being calm was key.

"WHAT?" Sara yelled as loud as she could trying to catch her breath. "Grissom, I'm having a panic attack, I can't breathe!"

"Do you have any gum with you?"

"WHAT?"

"Gum…it takes away the stress by giving you something to focus on. Since people know they can't swallow gum, they focus on chewing the gum rather then the fact that they can't breath. Soon, the breathing turns to normal." She reached into her purse. She had gum! She stuck a piece in her mouth and chewed. Soon her breathing turned into slow deep intakes of air in and out.

"Ah, Sara, I really hope you have a lot of gum…"

"Why…" She asked her eyebrows raised instinctively.

"Sara the power went out for the system of the tracker. You're to far ahead. Us getting anywhere near you is a safety issue for you. And, we're almost out of gas. The only way we can help you is by turning around."

"YOU'RE LEAVING ME FOR GAS! THAT'S UNREAL!"

"We have to Sara. The tracer is still on you. Even though it died, we have a general idea of where you are. If the car's down, we can't help you."

"Can't you rebut it?" Sara said exasperated. She knew the FBI should have never gotten into this!

"No Sara. We don't know what happened but it died. Look, I don't want to leave you, but I have to. I know it's unrealistic and should not be necessary, but it is. Sara, you have to go on your own. The phone line connection in about another mile is gone, so I will lose connection with you in about four minutes. Sara, we will find you. If he gets to you, you can't kill him. We don't know that this is our guy. I don't want you pinned on murder. Self-defense; only if you have to. I am here Sara, don't worry. I will be back. the team is already working and I'll be back there soon. Just stall or do what you can. Be safe, and be careful and if anything happens….I am here for you…… Sara I…"

The line went dead. He was gone. Grissom was gone. The man she had secretly loved for over a year was gone. She was alone, all alone. She had to think, she had to think of something. Wait…if Grissom's car was running out, then hers…?

The car stopped. IT STOPPED! She had to extra and there was no help, no hope. GREAT! She was stuck out there with no gas and on one to talk to her and help the scared and horrible feeling of dread that filled her.

She never heard the car behind her stop. She never heard the radio in the other car die, and she never heard a door slam shut but she did hear the voice outside her window that yelled,

"Hay, cutie! Need a lift?"

Sorry…..that's all for now!

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