Brief message to Reviewers.

Hey guys...I want to thank all of you for taking the time to read my first Fan Fic...well at least the first one I've actually posted so people can see. I greatly enjoy your reviews and I hope they continue. And to clear up a few points that reviewers have mentioned. OPS- is usually a term used in field missions. If you have ever watched ALIAS, then you will know that they use this word a lot to describe an upcoming field mission, where they would go and be a different person to try and get information or stop some criminal activity. I hope that clears up any confusion, and if not just say you still don't get what I mean. I will understand. Another thing I wanted to mention is I started writing these in one of my classes when my thoughts drifted off to CSI. And when I was writing my chapters, I was writing them on paper. So my chapters looked 2-3 pages long, single spaced. I thought this would be a good length, but looking at them now on the computer and how it shrinks everything, I realized how short they actually are. So what I'm trying to say is that I'm going to try to make the next chapters extended or at least longer than the last ones. I also wanted to address where this is going? What is Sara actually doing now? Why haven't I just come out and state what is going on? Well, for one I don't want anyone to start jumping to conclusions and then getting disappointed. I haven't come out to say that Sara is there working as a FED now, All I have mentioned is that she is on a mission with a rather large team, where it seems she looks like to be the buyer who the FEDS, Grissom, and Catherine are waiting for. I'm sorry if this is confusing and if you guys are wondering why I just don't come out to say what is going on. Well I just want to keep you guessing. There are many possibilities and I wouldn't rule any of them out. When I started writing this, I only had the concept of her return in my head. Now that she has returned in my story, I'm just sort of going with what I think would be good. I'm sorry if I disappoint anybody, all I ask is to keep your mind open. And to answer one of my reviewer's questions, I post every day, sometimes I even post new chapters every couple of hours. So check back periodically. In final, I hope you guys continue to read this, share your ideas, questions, and opinions in reviews and thanks for reading my Fan Fic!!

A/N I sadly don't own any of the rights to CSI...so please don't sue me...thanks

Chapter 4

I walked over to where the contact sat, slightly swaying my hips. The walk complemented my look in every aspect. My mind was in work mode right now, and I was in the zone. I made my way to him with the rest of my team flanked beside and behind me, concealed as Thugs. I got to a chair that sat beside Henry's as he glanced up at me. I walked over and sat in the seat crossing my leg over the other. He ran his gaze over my legs and rested on my face. He frowned nervously at me.

"You're late" he hissed. I looked him up and down.

"No I'm not. Do you have the disk?"I asked him, feigning boredom. He glanced around at his surroundings and became more and more agitated.

"Maybe we should do this another time... something doesn't feel right..."he mumbled. I rolled my eyes and pretended to be annoyed.

"Look either we do this now. Or it doesn't happen at all." I said standing up. He stood quickly and looked at me with wide eyes filled with terror.

"He's here. He wants to talk to you. And to the people that are here with you." He whispered, frantically tripping over his words at the speed he was talking. What is this all about now?

"What are you talking about? Who wants to talk to me? And my guys?" I asked, glancing at the members of my team. He shook his head violently and shifted his gaze.

"No...Not them...the other people..."he trembled as I looked him up and down. Maybe we over estimated his intelligence, his sanity. I leaned in closer and he watched my lips.

"Fine. When the time is right for you. Contact me...And I have to thank you for lowering your price. I graciously accept your offer in condolences for wasting my precious time." I said, daring him to object. His eyes bulged and he started to stammer as I began to walk away. My team followed behind knowing the OP was a bust, at least for tonight. I heard Henry's faint voice as we drifted farther apart.

"He wants to talk to you...you...you should have listened...He always gets what he wants..."

As I walked back onto the dance floor I suddenly had the feeling I was being watched. I usually brushed the feeling aside, as I was being watched from many cameras hidden in the building next to the Club. I stopped in the middle of the dance floor and looked around. Jordan came up to my side.

"What's wrong?" He asked, as he watched my face. I bit my lip as I surveyed the room.

"I don't know...Someone's here..."I murmured. He nodded and motioned for the other men to check out the Club. They all broke off and went in different directions. The hairs on the back of my neck rose as a familiar feeling washed over me. What was that? I stood in the middle of the club, looking around. I was the only person standing still on the dance floor, as bodies moved together in an almost perfect drunken unison. I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat and tried to pin point the eyes that were haunting me. Moments passed and I started to think I was going completely insane, until I finally looked closer at the Bar. I stood frozen to my spot as I digested what I saw. Grissom and Catherine sat there staring at me with wide eyes. They obviously had seen me. Grissom was staring right at me with an intensity I cannot describe. His eyes held mine in place, trapped within the confines of his bluely depths. Regret washed over me as I stared into them. How much I have missed those eyes. Sadness crept under my bones mixed with a cocktail of other emotions. He held me entranced until his orbs went black. I frowned and finally noticed someone was shoving a black hood his and Catherine's heads. I gasped as I started to fumble forward but was ripped back by someone's strong arms. They flung a black hood over my head and I was plunged into darkness.