A/N: Wow, you guys were ready to have me drawn and quartered for the cliffhanger! I'm really sorry about that, guys. I just didn't know how else to end the chapter. I'll try to avoid them, unless necessary :D

On a lighter note, Lady Heather returned! It's not that I like her, but I was quite entertained by her career choice. I hope you guys loved the episode too.

I'm working on a super-secret project for you guys. I've mentioned it once or twice before; it's another fanfic I'm working on. It centers mainly around Catherine, but Sara plays a pretty big part too. I hope you guys will enjoy it. If everything goes according to plan, the first chapter should be up by the end of the month. So look out for it!

One thing I think I forgot to mention- the hotel Sara and Grissom are staying at is the Grand Sierra Resort. Yes, it is an actual resort in the Reno area- check out the initials. I couldn't help it :D And their room number is related too. I'll let you guys figure that one out.

But enough of me. Here's chapter 11!

Grissom muttered unintelligible curses as he whipped through the Reno lab's corridors, phone pressed anxiously to his ear. He mumbled apologies to anyone he bumped into, out of habit.

After two agonizingly long rings, he heard his assistant supervisor's chirpy voice. "You two having a good time in Reno?" She asked, putting emphasis on "good time".

"No, Catherine, we have a 427/444." He replied in a controlled tone. "I want info on Kenneth Fuller emailed to me in five minutes. Sara's stalker is the Arisse Killer, and he was after Sara the entire time."

Not giving the shocked strawberry-blonde a chance to reply, he hung up and continued down the hall until he reached the front desk.

"Mr. Grissom?" A polite, perky voice inquired from behind him.

He turned to find the receptionist smiling at him. "Your companion, Ms. Sidle, left a few minutes ago. She went to the café down the block."

Grissom murmured a hurried thank-you and briskly jogged outside.

Upon reaching the café, he peered through the window; pleading with all his heart he would see her trademark chestnut hair. But there was none.

Cursing yet again, he went farther down the street, ocean-blue eyes darting about in worry.

He yelped and jumped out of the way as he was almost run over by a red sedan peeling out of a parking lot near a grocery store. It was times like these he wished he were a highway patrol officer.

The sedan floored it, and peeled out of the lot and down the street. Grissom tisked at the driver's hurry.

His phone buzzed, and he eagerly flipped it open, only to hear a barrage of words from Brass.

"Grissom, what's going on? Catherine tells me you called a 427/444. You're not even in Vegas, you should let the Reno officers make the calls." He paused a moment, realizing what he had just said. "Wait, why is there a 427/444?"

Grissom sighed, the breath coming out from between his teeth like a hiss. "Jim, we were stupid to not have seen it earlier. It all adds up. Ken Fuller, Sara's stalker, is the Arisse killer. All the women he killed looked like her, the letters on their necks even spell out her name! And-"

"Whoa, easy, Griss," Brass cautioned. "Where is Sara right now?"

The Vegas lab supervisor sighed in defeat and ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper curls. "Probably kidnapped. By Ken."

"And you weren't with her?"

"She had gone down the street to get coffee, Jim." Well, it wasn't a lie- wasn't the truth, either, though.

As Brass began to reply, Grissom was shocked to notice something on the ground. He stooped to get a better look.

His jaw fell open slightly as he gently picked up Sara's butterfly bracelet. The cheap clasp had been torn off, and the butterfly charm had almost escaped the chain altogether.

But how did it get here?

His mind flashed back to just a minute ago, retracing his steps. The red sedan… fuck.

"Jim!" He shouted, interrupting the other man's tirade. "I need a statewide alert for a red 1990's sedan. I just found Sara's bracelet."

Brass, a bit miffed at being cut off, curtly replied, 'A license plate would be helpful, Gil."

"I don't have it, okay?" Grissom retorted. "It should be in Ken's info. I told Catherine to look it up."

Again not letting his co-worker reply, he clicked the phone shut.

Grissom's eyes rolled up to the sky as he fingered Sara's bracelet. It was still warm, having only recently being separated from its owner. Hell, it even still smelled like her.

His phone vibrated once again, and he flipped it open, slightly annoyed.

"Gil, we're coming out there." Catherine told him.

Not that Grissom had any objection.

"Sara is our family too. And we're not sitting around waiting for news like the days CSIs," she continued, trying to make her case.

Despite the situation, Grissom chuckled. "Catherine, I never said the team couldn't come."

It was silent for a moment. "Oh. All right. We'll be there by evening."

XXXXX

He had no time to buckle up; he only threw the gear forward and floored it out of the parking lot.

He swerved suddenly to avoid an elderly man walking past. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw ice-blue eyes staring at him with contempt. Suddenly, the face clicked.

It was Grissom. Grissom was CSI. CSI meant law enforcement. Which meant he was in danger of being caught.

His foot inched down on the accelerator, trying to escape Grissom's gaze as fast as possible. He forced it to relax. The last thing he wanted was to draw attention to himself by speeding.

His unconscious captive huddled in the backseat, her angelic face tucked into one arm. He didn't have much time left before she woke up.

A/N: R&Rs are very much appreciated! Your reviews really make my day and inspire me to write. If it weren't for you guys, this fanfic would probably be abandoned.