Sitting in his office, Grissom poured over the notes and some pieces of evidence form Sara's assault. There was a problem, and he knew it'd come up, but he tried not to think about it; chain of custody. Sara had held onto the evidence for too long, now making it nearly impossible to build a case against the man they had in custody. Racking his brain, trying to think of a way to make it work, he had an epiphany; traffic cameras. They were everywhere and odds were, that if she were in the right or wrong place, depending on how you looked at it, the attack might have been caught on tape. Jumping up, he ran to Nick, who was in the A/V lab and asked after the cameras.

"There are cameras everywhere in Vegas. It's just a matter of where she was attacked and if the camera caught it. It doesn't help things that she waited a week and a half, but we might get lucky." He explained

"Well, I'll get a hold of Sara and find out where she was when it happened." He said, pulling his cell from his pocket

Walking down the hall, Grissom dialed her cell and when he got no answer he tried Jim's home line which rang three times before she picked it up.

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"Brass residence, Sara speaking. Oh, hi, Grissom. Yeah, the alley between Carson and Freemont street. Really! That would blow a hole in the chain of custody issue, supposing there actually is one there. Yeah, I'll be in. Ok, bye."

Wondering why Grissom would want to know where she was attacked, Sara just scratched her head a couple of times and let the subject rest. She climbed into the shower and let the spray cascade off her bruised back and front and when she was done, Jim had just come home from the market with groceries. Setting them down on the kitchen counter, he went into the guestroom to find Sara dressing, wearing a pair of his sweats and one of his cast-off shirts from the previous nights. Jim thought she looked sexy in his cast offs, but would never tell her. He was there with her to comfort and protect her and not to hit on her or make any sort of sexual advances. However, if she made the move, a topic he'd been thinking about a lot as of late, he couldn't honestly say what he'd do. He might decline, saying that it was too soon and the conditions were not optimal, or he might just throw caution to the wind and accept her advances……..he just wasn't sure. But seeing her there, in front of him dressed as she was, he was very turned on. A bit spaced out, he was brought back to reality by her voice.

"Brass?...Jim!."

"Huh?"

"I said Grissom called asking about the location of the attack. I think he's cooking something up." She said

"Speaking of cooking, how does eggplant parmesan sound? I've got some veggies we can steam, too."

"Sounds delicious. I had no idea you were a cook."

"There's a lot you don't know about me yet."

"Apparently so."

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Back at the lab, Grissom and Nick had been working overtime in the A/V lab looking at feed from the traffic cameras from the night of the attack and by sure luck, the footage from that night had still been accessible. Sitting and watching in horror, Nick and Grissom watched as Sara walked down the street, was pulled into the alley and attacked. The footage was great, as it enabled them to zoom in and pan around in accordance with the movements of she and her attacker. They saw that she got in a few good blows before she was knocked out and subsequently raped and further attacked. Then, after about ten minutes of watching, astonished, they watched her attacker get up and turn to leave, at which point Sara, most likely summoning up all her fight, kicked him in the balls from behind, sending him to the ground in a foetal position, allowing her to escape and walk the several blocks to her apartment. From the cameras, they could follow her all the way home and as they watched her climb the stairs to her apartment, she disappeared and no one had seen or heard from her until Jim came by three days later with his key.

They were also, from the cameras, able to see footage of the kidnapping from Jim's house, as he lived near the corner of a very busy intersection. The perp had pulled up in a brown box truck with no outer markings. He stepped out with a box in his hand and walked up the walkway to Jim's house. He was seen to be gesturing with his hands and then he entered the house. Several minutes of inactivity and he emerged with Sara at gunpoint. From there they followed the truck to I-15 and that's where they lost it.

Jumping up from his seat, Grissom shouted so loud that he could be heard all through the lab.

"We got em'!"

Hearing the glorious shout, Greg and Warrick came running from the locker room, slightly confused. Seeing Grissom's own twisted version of some sort of victory dance during which, he shook his fists, shook his ass and added a couple of good pelvic thrusts for good measure. This was most uncharacteristically Grissom, so they laughed a bit before asking what was up.

"We got the attack and the kidnapping. We've got it all on tape from the traffic cameras." He said, joyously

"That would negate the "chain of custody" issue. Are the images clear? Can it be disputed that its not Sara, but someone else?" Greg asked

"No disputing it. Through zoom, we could even see the tattoo on the back of the guy's neck. Its Sara, alright." He explained

"Good, so we've got the evidence in form of clothing, scrapings and such and we've also got the video feed from the cameras. This guy doesn't stand a chance. Where is he, by the way?" Warrick asked

"He's been arraigned and is currently being held without bond in the Nevada State Correctional Institution. He's not going anywhere any time soon." Grissom said confidently

Just hen Jim and Sara came strolling into the lab and seeing and hearing the commotion in the A/V lab, they went toward it, listening as Grissom spouted on about how the guy was gonna pay and how if left alone in a room with he'd choke the living………well, you get it.

"What's up? What's this?" Jim asked

"We've got him. We've got him on tape from the attack and for the kidnapping. He's toast." Greg explained

"Don't put all your hair care products in one basket, Greg. Something always goes wrong when you think you can't lose." Jim said wisely