Sorry for the delay with this next chapter. Still not getting anywhere with my work assignment so I switched to this! Naughty but meh! The next chapter wont be until after the 31st (when my assignments due) so be patient with me. Continue those reviews please, I like reading people's thoughts =)

Grissom drove quickly, taking every short route possible to get to Sara's. He knew there might not be any point in reasoning with her. She was always pretty stubborn once she had made her mind up. But her strong will and determination was partly what he loved about her.

As he turned the corner of the road, her house came into view and her car was outside. Fortunately she was still home.

He pulled up behind her vehicle and parked. Exiting the car, he walked around and stepped onto the pathway when the large black truck opposite hers caught his attention. He glanced it over, seemingly recognising it but couldn't quite work out who the owner was. Shrugging his shoulders, he walked up the path towards the door. He could see the lights on bordering the shut curtains, confirming that she was still there. Grissom stood at her door, and paused.

He thought about what he could say to her that hadn't already been said. Sara had pretty much hit the nail on the head when she had told him he was too scared to take a risk. Grissom's problem was that there were too many 'what if's' circling inside his mind. What if it went wrong? What if it jeopardized both their careers? What if one of them got hurt? It was moments like this that he hated his brains ability to over analyse and think too much.

Grissom took a deep breath, bowed his head and closed his eyes, slowing his thoughts as her face entered his imagination. She was smiling at him, her eyes lighting up as she did. The questions started again. What if he never saw that smile again? What if he could never experience the way she made him feel with a simple look again?

Catherine had simplified matters for him. That if you find someone that truly loves you for the person you are, not to let them go.

Grissom opened his eyes and bought his head back up, looking at the red painted door in front of him. Taking another deep breath, he raised his hand and pressed the doorbell. He waited.

Hank released Sara's face and backed up. He turned away from her, looking at the opposite wall and appeared to be thinking. He was uneasy and jittery. Sara observed him, red finger marks were now noticeable on her skin. She figured this situation wasn't pre-meditated.

"So what's next huh Hank?"

Hank turned his head, looking at her over his shoulder. He didn't answer. Instead he resumed staring ahead.

"You cant just keep me tied up forever."

Hank raised his voice, interrupting her.

"Shut up, I'm trying to think."

Sara continued.

"Sooner or later someone will work out who killed that girl and they'll come looking for you. And if they don't find you at your house, where do you think they'll go next?"

Hank covered his ears, not wanting to listen and starting shaking his head back and forth.

"That's right, here! As far as everyone is concerned we are still dating. And if you're not here, they'll track you down, where ever you go. You know as well as I do Hank we've got the best police department in the state. There's no escape from this. There's..."

"I said shut up!"

Hank swung around, flinging his arm out as he did and the back of his hand struck Sara across her face. Following through with the motion, her head flew to the side, the impact making her wince in pain. She clenched her eyes shut tightly, trying not to let the tears well up in her eyes from the stinging sensation, and the area around her cheekbone began to throb. Blood started to appear at the side of her bottom lip, a small cut apparent. Her instant reaction was to bring her hand to her face to soothe the sting, but she remembered she was bound once the cold metal cuffs pulled against her wrists. Hank grasped his mouth in shock. He knelt before her and tucked her hair behind her ear, looking at marks he had left on her.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry Sara. I didn't mean it! I didn't mean to..."

Sara didn't look at him. Hank attempted to rub her cheek and she recoiled away from him. Hank stood and started pummelling the sides of his head with his fists.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"

Sara couldn't help but look at him this time. He had officially lost it but he was only angering himself further. Sara had to cool him down, sensing that keeping him calm might be the only way to stop him doing anything more serious than hitting her. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, clearing the blood drop that was about to descend.

"Hank? Hank its fine... its fine..."

She kept her voice low, and upon hearing it Hank stopped. Sara gave him the most convincing genuine smile she could possibly attempt to give considering the situation.

"I'm ok. It was just an accident."

Hank knelt back down beside her and nodded as he stroked her cheek. Sara decided not to pull away from him this time, for her own sake, even though she couldn't bare to let him touch her. Sara continued to smile at him.

"How about we just think this through together? You know, like we used to. I'm sure we can work something out."

Hank grinned at her. But it was quickly wiped from his face as a pair of headlights shone through the curtained window. Both of them were distracted by it, and both turned their heads in the direction of the lights. A car door could be heard closing, as Sara listened carefully. Hank froze, also listening. After a few silent seconds, the doorbell rang.

A muffled voice came from behind the door.

"Sara?"

Sara felt instant relief hearing Grissom's voice. She opened her mouth to call his name but Hank quickly glared at her and cupped his hand around her mouth, stopping her from making any noise. Hank waited, hoping the lack of response would deter him.

"Sara, I know your home. Your cars parked out front and the lights are on."

Hank reached behind his back with his spare hand and underneath his shirt. He pulled out a black standard 9mm pistol and held it towards Sara, her eyes instantly widened as she came face to face with the barrel. Releasing her mouth, he pressed his finger to his lips, telling her to remain quiet. Sara knew she had to do as he said, now realising he had a gun. If she called out, he could easily shoot both her and Grissom if he wanted to. So she didn't make a sound.

"Sara, I'm not leaving until you let me in."

Hank growled quietly, annoyed that Grissom wouldn't give in. With quick thinking, he removed his t-shirt leaving himself topless and ruffled up his hair. Slipping the gun behind his back again into the waistband of his trousers, he kept his fingers poised around the trigger and moved to the door. He pulled it open just wide enough so his bent elbow was hidden behind his back, and Grissom could not see inside.

Grissom looked taken back by the fact Hank was answering the door. He noticed immediately that Hank looked dishevelled.

"Oh hey Grissom. Sorry we didn't hear the door."

Grissom paused, not sure how to react. His first thoughts were that he had pushed Sara straight back into Hanks arms.

"Is Sara here? I really need to talk to her."

"I'm afraid you've come at a bad time. We were err... just making up."

Hank laughed. Grissom detected the hint of nervousness within it. On observing Hank's behaviour, he wouldn't look him straight in the eye. The perspiration on his forehead was slowly dripping down his face, and he looked uneasy. Grissom kept his expression placid.

Sara cracked on to what Hank was doing, purposely making it look they had slept together. She prayed in her mind that Grissom wouldn't fall for it.

Hank looked a little impatient, wanting Grissom to leave.

"But I'll be sure to tell her you stopped by. We're heading to the airport shortly."

He was lying. Grissom inconspicuously glanced over Hanks shoulder. There was a mirror on the wall behind him, and just at the very side of it, he could see Sara's arms bound behind the chair she was in. Grissom wanted nothing more than to charge through the door to help her. But he didn't react.

"Just tell her I said goodbye and... good luck."

Hank nodded his head and smiled. With that, he closed the door. Grissom narrowed his eyebrows and took out his cell phone. Flipping it open, he scrolled down his contacts list to Brass and raised his thumb, ready to press the call button. But before he did, he felt an impact on the side of his head, something hard collided with his skull.

Then everything went black.

Grissom opened his eyes. They felt incredibly heavy. He was dazed and his vision was blurred. His head was down, and he realised he was sitting upright in a chair. He could taste something dry on his tongue, a cotton like material coming into contact with it. He had been gagged. Wanting to move, he leaned forward and found his forearms were immobile. He fumbled with his hands and found they had also been bound behind his back. Raising his pupils, he could make out the outline of something black inches from his face. Grissom blinked his eyes, forcing his vision to return to normal as the item came into focus. It was a gun. He raised his eyes further, and was met with Hank staring down at him, holding the pistol threateningly in front of him. His peripheral vision caught sight of Sara sitting opposite.

Grissom felt a sunken feeling inside on seeing Sara. Red/purple bruising on her left cheek, a swelling appearing around her cheekbone, and a cut lip. She locked eyes with Grissom, and hers began to fill with tears. Knowing how Hank felt about him, she was far more concerned for Grissom's safety than her own.

A wetness was sliding down the side of Grissom's head. He glanced down at his lap, as blood droplets hit his leg. Hank had hit him pretty hard, hard enough to leave a bleeding wound. Hank stood menacingly over him.

"You just couldn't stay away could you?"

Grissom kept focused on Sara. He didn't favour looking down the barrel of the gun right now. Sara was afraid, her posture was rigid and her heart pounded in her chest. She knew Hank would have no problem putting a bullet in Grissom. She had to get Hank away from him somehow.

Hank pushed the gun closer to Grissom's forehead.

"Don't you look at her!"

Grissom ripped his eyes away from her, figuring co-operating was the best and only option right now. Instead he looked back up to Hank.

"I should just waste you right now. Then we... Sara and I, can start again. No barriers, no obstacles. She'll be free to love me. Free from you!"

Hank was obviously still stuck in a fantasy world of his own where nothing he had already done mattered. Grissom figured Hank was experiencing some kind of psychosis. And he knew that these episodes could be both dangerous and deadly. Behind his back, Grissom was ever so slowly using his fingers to pull at his tied restraints, trying to loosen them without Hank noticing.

"Would you be willing to die for her Grissom?"

Grissom slowly bought his eyes towards Sara again. He could easily answer that question without any hesitation. If it meant keeping Sara safe, he would be willing to sacrifice himself. Sara parted her lips, begging with her eyes for him to say 'no'. But Grissom nodded.

Hank's arm stiffened, almost like he was ready to pull the trigger. Grissom closed his eyes, as if bracing himself.

Meanwhile back at the lab, Archie was working furiously to hack into the laptop. Pressing all sorts of functions on the keyboard, he bypassed the password protected login's and now had access to all area. Catherine walked into the room at that point.

"You got anything yet Archie?"

Archie turned to Catherine's voice.

"I thought Grissom was working this?"

Catherine sat in the chair next to him.

"He is, but he's got other matters to attend to right now so I'm helping out. What you got for me?"

Archie continued pressing keys, and opening files and emails.

"I've wiped the system of all passwords so I should be able to get into anything now. Seem to be mostly photos and emails from friends and family, and... oh, wait a minute..."

Archie had clicked into an email titled "photos" and on opening it, pictures of Kaycie popped up on the screen with a male. Catherine instantly recognised him.

"What the hell is she doing with Sara's boyfriend?"

Archie continued to go through some of the emails. There was a few flirty exchanges between Kaycie and Hank to begin with and couple organising dates. But as the emails went on, Kaycie had been sending emails containing messages about Sara. Hank's replies were of a slightly more sinister tone, requesting that she left Sara out of it.

"Hold on there's an email here from him, dated the night before you found her body."

Archie opened up the email. As they read through it, Kaycie had arranged to meet up with Hank that very night to talk, and only a few hours before they had found her body. Catherine's mouth dropped. Catherine felt instantly disturbed as it fell into place for her right there. She flew from her seat straight to Brass' office. He was behind his desk and jumped as Catherine barged through the door. He opened his mouth to speak but Catherine cut him off.

"It was Hank"

Brass stared at her blank faced.

"What? Hank Pettigrew? Don't be ridicu..."

Catherine didn't give him time.

"Jim we have evidence that Hank and this girl had been seeing each other. He had been with her shortly before your guys discovered her body. The house was swept, and only someone who knows how to work a crime scene could clean it like that. It makes sense Jim."

Brass sighed. He picked up his desk phone and dialled a number. Catherine watched him as Brass spoke to the person on the other end of the line.

"Its Brass. I need you to locate a vehicle using the GPS tracking system. Name "Hank Pettigrew"... yeah, that's the one..."

Catherine waited, holding her breath as Brass listened carefully.

"And its there now?... yeah, Ashby Avenue, zip code 89102. Got it, thanks"

Brass hung up and Catherine thought to herself for a few moments. Suddenly her head snapped up.

"That's where Sara lives!"

I completely made up Sara's address cause as far as I'm aware there is nothing that says where she lives on the show! But I looked at zip codes and just picked a random one lol. So they know who the perpetrator is now. What's next!? Thanks as always for reading.