Chapter Nine:

Games.

Grissom had been at it for hours. Searching the driveway and the lawn. Not to mention the garage several times over. He needed to clear his head. Sofia was outside with her kit so he walked down the driveway to her.

"Wanna take a walk?" He asked as she glanced up.

She hesitated but soon agreed. "Sure."

They walked in silence for a bit and as they past a couple houses. As they came closer to the end of the street Sofia broke the silence.

"How do you do it?" She asked Grissom. When he looked at her in confusion, she changed her choice of words. "I mean how do you keep your calm when you know she's trapped... I've yelled at three people already."

"Ah. Worried about Greg? Well getting frustrated wont help them." He replied wisely, but his voice sounded thick.

Sofia blushed when he figured out her worries. "I know but... I can't help it."

When it was silent she looked up to see him looking the other way with a focused look in his eyes.

"What? What is it?" She looked in the direction of his gaze. In a window of one of the houses, something was reflecting the sun.

Grissom walked towards it and gasped. He was transported back to a game he played with Greg when he started work in the field.

Inside this window there was a mirror with a big, red X on it.

"What Gil? What?" Sofia was asking in a hushed voice.

"I think they're in here." He replied and looked her in the eyes.

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Greg watched as Joe came down the stairs with a hurried look on his face.

"Your CSIs might be smarter than I thought..." He muttered and walked towards Sara's chair.

"Don't struggle because I will kill you... you know I will." He told her as he took out his knife and uncut her.

"Stand there and don't you dare move. Understood?" He commanded Sara as she stood up shakily.

She had some trouble, due to the cut on her leg but she managed.

"Ok... don't hurt them." She told him as he moved towards his other two captives and pushed their chairs towards the center of the room.

"Your in no position to tell me what to do. Shut your mouth or I'll put a bullet in your head." He said, giving her an agitated glare.

She stood still and shut her mouth. God, I have a big mouth. Shut up Sara. Someone will find us soon.

Joe backed up and grabbed Sara by the neck making her shiver. This was repeatedly making her travel back to the mental hospital...

He shoved his gun on her temple and paused. "Do you like this Sara Sidle? Hmm?"

She hands began to shake as he breathed down her neck.

"I'm going to kill you and poor Gil can't do anything about it. Your always one for trouble Sara."

He was whispering now. Sara was shaking and her breath was becoming more and more troubled. Just like at the mental hospital. She reminded her self she should calm down but she didn't think she could.

They both heard the footsteps at the same time. "Police! Where are you?" Sara heard Brass's booming voice yell.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

"I wouldn't relax now Sidle. I'm still going to kill you. And now you'll have an audience." Her breathing became ragged with panic. Grissom would be here. He would watch her die. Just as helpless as before. A tear ran down her cheek.

Then the door slammed open and Brass ran down, gun pointed, followed by none other than Grissom himself.