Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of the characters. Sadly.

A/N: Once again, It's un-beta'd, All mistakes are mine.

A thick black cloud appeared from nowhere and the rain pelted down against Grissom's car as he drove back to his townhouse in a fury. The thunder outside matched Grissom's intense anger and the lightening struck down; it's intense power carefully lightening the dark sky.

From the short journey from his car till his front door, he could feel the rain soaking through his thick jacket and the rain dripping off the edge of his nose. His frustration was palpable as he tried to fit the key in the door for the fifth time. "Arghh!" He shouted as he dropped the key onto the wet floor outside. Just then, did he realise that his phone had been ringing, and as he looked at the caller ID, he hastily grunted then pushed the cell back into his jacket pocket. He opened the door, and was welcomed once again by the silence.

It had been a week since the incident occurred at the Sidle residence, a week since he had had a proper conversation with her. She had phoned constantly; on his cell, his house and even paged him. But Grissom was so stubborn he would only give her one word answers, or would either completely ignore her. It was the only way Grissom knew how to cope when he was hurt; he shut everyone out his life even though it hurt so much. He missed Carla's company when she would laugh at his jokes, ask him for advice not just in science, and the way she leaned into his shoulder on the sofa with Sara at the other side…Sara, he missed her so much. The way she looked at him as if he was the only person in the room, the smile she gave him whenever he said something that was interesting, her perfume, her voice… Whenever he thought about those close months he had spent with them, he felt a strong sharp pain near his heart, and he ached whenever he thought about them. God, how could I have been so stupid. I finally let myself love somebody; ignoring my conscience, and look where I end up. More alone than ever before…

Instead of flicking through the television, or finishing off work reports, he headed straight to his bedroom where little did he know that he would be called in a matter of minutes.

The coldness from the tiled floor sent a shiver down her spine. She pierced her eyes open, and realised she was lying on the floor. She placed one hand forward, to position herself in order to get up, and was greeted by an intense pain across her face and arm.

Alarms.

Screams.

Gunfire.

Only then, did Sara remember what had happened.

CARLA! She immediately thought, and ignoring the intense pain, she carefully turned around and noticed her daughter was staring right back at her. Thank the lord she is alright!
Sara shuffled closer and closer to Carla, her eyes still on the masked gunmen. When Sara finally reached Carla, she wrapped her arms tight around her daughter as her daughter wept into her mother's shoulder.

"Are you okay mom? I thought they had killed you!' Carla choked out through her tears.

"No baby, I'm fine, just sit still and it will be okay" Sara whispered, gently rocking Carla and hoping that everything will be okay.

They were in the local bank, just back from the mall and decided to get some money out before they went out to a restaurant for dinner. Little did they know, six masked men were already inside demanding two million dollars to be brought to the immediately.

As soon as Sara climbed the stairs up towards the building she should have realized something was wrong. As she was about to open the glass door entering the building, a woman appeared. Her eyes were red and her face was blotchy; her appearance screamed out distressed. Even though the doors were soundproof it was obvious the young woman was telling Sara to go away. Just then, out of nowhere, the woman looked startled and she locked eyes with Sara. Her faced drained of all life and color and she fell to the ground, as bullets still shot at her body. Before Sara had time to react, an alarm was set off in the building, and Sara and Carla were dragged into the building. A fist met Sara face, until she collapsed onto the white-tilled floor.

Just then, blue and red lights shown through the windows and the glass door at the front of the building. The police sirens along with other emergency services rang through out the building.

"EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP!" One of the masked men screamed.

There were two old pensioners and six other civilians along with the Sidle's involved in this hostage situation. All of them were huddled in the back corner of the room, and one man, around 6ft standing in front of them, watching their every move.

"HURRY UP WITH THE MONEY SCOTT!" the smallest shouted, through the safety fence.

Just then, the voice that was recognized by Sara and Carla was heard from a tanoy outside.

"This is LVPD please come out with your hands up" Brass shouted through.

"SHIT! SCOTT HURRY UP!" The same small man shouted.

A man appeared from behind the vault and headed for the front of the building.

He stood looking out at all the police, eying all the people gathering round including a few news reporters.

"FORGET IT!!" He screamed at the top of his voice aiming directly at the LVPD.

"Detective, we full access to the CCTV inside the building. There are a total of ten hostages involved" A small officer trotted towards Jim Brass, who stood nearest the building; surrounded by armed police and news reporters.

"Well Done" Brass said as he walked towards the van when suddenly he noticed Sara's car parked next to the police van.

"Move" He shouted as he pushed by a few officers guarding the van.

"Detective..." Archie spoke loudly as he noticed Brass's angry demeanour.

"Look. Sara Sidle and her daughter might be in there, Check!"

Archie looked up at the detective in complete shock, but his fierce gait woke Archie up and he focused on the screen.

"There. She's in there.." Archie spoke slowly as he saw Brass's face turn white as he looked on at Sara gently rocking her daughter.

"Archie, call the CSI nightshift team ASAP"

"Even Grissom?" Archie asked, as everyone was aware how close he and Sara are.

"No" Brass made a small grunt as the realization of the relationship between Grissom and Sara entered his head. He wiped the sweat forming on his forehead, let out a sigh and said "No, I will call him…Just you call the rest. They will want to know".

In no less than ten minutes everyone on the nightshift had arrived accept Grissom.

"BRASS!" Catherine shouted as he noticed him behind the police tape.

"Let the CSI's through officer." Brass ordered towards the police officers guarding the tape.

They rushed towards him like a crowd of elephants as the wind of their anxiety brushed his face. He quickly informed them of what was happening, and everything the police knew about the situation. He allowed them to watch the situation unfold from the small television screen which streamed the live feed from the building and allowed them to watch over their friend.

Just then, Grissom appeared, running towards his team. Catherine walked towards him first, and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Grissom, they are doing everything they can-"

"DETECTIVE! HOSTAGE IS MOVING!!"

"CATHERINE IT'S SARA!"

"She's going to get herself killed!" Brass shouted as he stared into the screen.

Sara saw her chance. They were freaking out. All she had to do was calm them down…

"Carla, wait here…" Sara whispered as her eyes watched the gunmen.

"No! Mom..." Carla began to worry for her mother and held onto her a little bit tighter.

"I will be fine!" Sara shrugged Carla off, and crawled towards the nearest gunman.

She jumped on top of him as he yelled. He fell to the floor his gun sliding across the floor towards Carla.

"Pick it up Carla!" Sara shouted towards her daughter as she sat on top of one of the men.

Carla hesitated, as she looked at her mom for help. She then leaned forward and picked up the heavy armour with two hands; pointing it directly at the man on the floor.

Suddenly, a man came behind Sara grabbing her; putting a knife to her throat.

"Well well well, looks like we have a brave one here; don't we then!" The man sneered into Sara's ear.

Something about his voice sounded so familiar…

"Now kid, just drop the gun and your mom here won't get hurt" He spoke slowly and softly as if speaking to a young child.

"Don't!" Sara squeezed out, but the man tightened his grip on her, which caused her to yelp in pain.

Carla; noticing her mom in pain, immediately dropped the gun, and started to cry.

"I'm sorry mom!" She shouted as a man grabbed her from running towards her mom.

Sara turned around to face the man and pulled his mask off of his face.

She took in a gasp of air as she realized who this man, who is threatening her life is.

"Scott?" Her voice faltered.

"Sara?" He spoke softly then laughed, drawing her into a hug.

Sara was dumb-struck, and was completely unaware of the man now hugging her.

"Scott?" One of the other gunmen asked his accomplice his confusion palpable.

"It's old Marks Girl!" He laughed towards his friends putting a friendly arm around Sara's shoulder.

"What the hell Scott! Seriously! What stupid idea do you think this is!" Sara shouted pushing Mark off his balance.

"Mom?" Carla joined in, wanting to know how this man knew her father.

"Wait. You got a kid?" He turned around and faced Sara.

Sara ignored Scott and faced Carla. "Stay back honey"

"Oh my…She's the double of Mark!" Another man shouted as he too, took off his mask, walking towards Carla.

"Don't! You dare touch her!" Sara screamed and started to walk towards another man.

"Don't worry darling. We won't touch her. She's half Mark!" He walked towards Sara, caressing her cheek.

"Oh yeah! It's funny how you were the main suspect in his murder!" Sara spat, as she slapped his hand away from her face.

This accusation towards Mark infuriated him, and caused him to slap Sara across the face until she landed on the tilled floor.

"MOM!" Carla screamed as she pushed past the men watching her, and pulled her mom from the floor.

Sara stood back up, and wiped the blood away from her mouth. "Its alright honey"

"What happened to you Scott? We lived together for four years, you were Mark's best friend.." Sara was interrupted as Scott but in.

"The Jamieson's that's what happened."

"I thought they a good foster family?" Sara said confused.

Scott let out a small laugh. "Far from it. But, you and Mark, you had each other, living with a nice family…"

"You were jealous of us. You heard…You heard that we were getting married. We bought a house…" Sara started to shake her head as all the pieces started to fit, and she didn't like the look of it.

"I knew that every Thursday he went to that night school. Getting a nice job to support the family was he?" Scott snarled. " He caught sight of me that night, working in the cleaning crew for the university. I could feel him laugh at what a failure I had become"

"Mark would have never!" Sara shouted but Scott raised the gun to her face, ordering her to be quiet.

" So I decided one night, I'd had enough. So when he was walking home one night. I just pulled out my gun.." Scott began to replay the moment in his head, firing bullet after bullet into his childhood friend's back. "I could have had his life Sara. With you…He stole my life"

"NO!" Sara shouted as she had heard enough. The tears were pouring down her face until her cries were silenced by the sound of gunfire.

Once.

Twice.

Sara didn't feel anything. She didn't hear anything. She didn't see anything.

She didn't hear the arrival of the armed police running into the bank.

She didn't see Carla run towards her, as Sara lay on the white tiles once again.

She didn't feel the blood pouring out the bullet holes in her body, forming a puddle around her delicate body.

Grissom burst into the building in the midst of what was going on.

He ran towards the body on the ground, as he shouted on the paramedics to come.

His eyes locked with Carla's as she bent over the other side of Sara.

Before he knew it, the paramedics came and whisked Sara away and he was left with Carla. The tears streaming down her face was enough to make anyone's heart break in two. He brought Carla towards him into a hug, and allowed her to cry into his chest.

"She..She, can't die. I. need, my mom! I. love her Grissom, please" She snuffled into his chest, the pain in her voice just too much for Grissom to bear.

Grissom began to stroke her dark brown hair and pulled her away from him momentarily so he could get his arm around her frail body. "Come on. We'll go to the hospital" And he guided her out of the building.

TBC

A/N: Sorry this took again, so long to update! There is only two more chapters left and maybe an epilogue if it's wanted.

I know I probably don't deserve a review since it took so long to update, but. I'm going to ask for one anyway LOL

Leave your suggestions and tell me what you thought, I found it really hard to write this chapter because I didn't want to make it too dramatic, or unbelievable.