The Rescue

Brass and the officers filed into the room at that given moment, guns drawn. "Freeze! LVPD! Hands in the air!" they shouted. Instead, Wallace pulled out a gun and pointed it into Sara's chest. They all froze. This was going to get ugly.

"I really don't think you're in a place to command, officers," Wallace replied. This was too much for Grissom to handle and he reached out and tried to wrestle the gun away from Wallace. The gun went off and they all froze as it ricocheted off a window frame and went into a gas pipe, quickly filling the room with gas.

"Terrific," Brass replied cynically. "Anybody got any bright ideas now?"

The gun was pointed at the ceiling. The new objective was to make sure that no guns went off otherwise the entire place would go up. He could hear Sara whimpering, trying to hide it.

"Everybody ready to die?" he yelled out. Warrick lunged forward and took Wallace down with a tackle, causing the gun to slide out of his hand and clatter to the floor.

"A little help here, officers?" Warrick yelled out as he was wrestling around on the ground with Wallace.

"Right. Guys," Brass nodded his head towards Warrick. Meanwhile, Grissom grabbed the scalpel out of Sara's arm and began to cut her bonds. Dizzy from the gas, the wound and a week without eating anything substantial, she collapsed, with Grissom catching her before she hit the ground.

"Sara...Sara?" his voice was panicked, shouting. "Warrick, help me get her upstairs!" Warrick draped one of Sara's arms over his shoulder and Grissom did the same, leading her up the steps as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Greg was pacing a trench in the floor with his nervousness. He hadn't heard anything since they had found her. He heard the gunshot and assumed the worst, but he was still following Grissom's orders, despite the fact that he was on edge.

"Sanders, a little help!" Grissom called out. Greg rushed to the hole in the floor.

"What do you need?" he inquired.

"Help me get Sara above ground," he called out. "Is there an ambulance outside?"

"Been waiting."

"Get her up here and get the medic!" he called out. His adrenaline was rushing more than any rollercoaster could ever offer him. Greg grabbed Sara's hand. She was drifting in and out of consciousness, but the guys managed to get her up as she crumpled to the floor of the mortuary. Greg then ran out to get the medic as the rest of them made their way up the ladder.

Grissom leaned down beside Sara. She stared up at him, eyes wide. "Where's Cath and..."

"Tracking another lead. Shh," he soothed, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"You all right, Sara?" Warrick inquired, leaning down beside Grissom. "You're not going to die on us now, are you? Not after all that..."

Sara smirked as she drifted back into unconsciousness. The paramedics came in, ushering back the men and loaded Sara onto a gurney. They rushed her out towards the ambulance, the men following, staring at the ambulance.

"Go with her," Warrick replied.

Grissom nodded. "Thanks. Tell the others we found her." Grissom climbed into the ambulance and took Sara's hand, Warrick keeping his eyes on the two before the door closed and the ambulance drove off into the night.

With a sigh, Warrick stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned back to the mortuary as Greg came out with his field kit in hand. The two men climbed back into Greg's van and they drove back to the CSI building, bursting with excitement.