Lost and Found
Grissom and Warrick stared down into the hole. "Greg, run and see if there's a ladder out back," Grissom replied. "Hurry."
Greg nodded and ran out the back.
"Maybe Greg's right," Warrick replied. "We should wait for the officers."
"I don't understand what the hell is taking them so long," Grissom raged, staring down at his watch. "We don't have this kind of time. Warrick, we've been running on a short clock since day one and now we're down to the wire."
Greg maneuvered his way in with a ten foot ladder. "Here you go. One ten foot ladder."
"Thanks, Greg," Grissom replied. "Now, get it down into that hole." The three men leaned the ladder up against it like a ramp and Grissom went down into the abyss first, followed by Warrick. They touched the floor feet first and shone their flashlight down the hall.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Warrick asked incredulous.
"It's like an apartment complex down here," Grissom replied, staring at two sides of nothing but doors. "Check out this side, I'll take this side. Shout if you find anything."
Warrick went to the other side and began opening door after door, shining the flashlight into the room. Grissom is on the opposite side, doing the same thing. Finally, after several minutes, he opens a door down the middle of the hallway and flashes the flashlight down the steps into the room. He heard a loud cry and he reaches for his gun. He holds onto it and points it over the balcony. He saw Sara strapped between two poles and Wallace had the knife in the crook of her arm. He could see the crimson dripping down her arm. "Freeze!" Grissom shouted. "Warrick, I found her!"
Wallace peeled back and Grissom and Warrick made their way down the steps as fast as they could, guns still drawn on Wallace.
Meanwhile, Brass came running in with the uniforms to find Greg standing there. "Greg, where are they?" Brass inquired.
"Down there. I just heard Grissom yell that they found her!" Greg couldn't hide the joy that came into his voice. They found her!
Brass turned to the backup. "Guys, get down there!"
In the meantime, Grissom made his way towards Sara. "You okay, Sara?" he inquired gently.
She stared at him blankly, her eyes glazed. Her tone was hazy, incredulous. "Is this real? I've gone crazy, haven't I?"
Grissom shook his head. "We're here. Greg's upstairs waiting for the police."
That's when Sara began to cry.
