A/N: Okay guys this chapter is quite short but it works for the progression of the next chapter, plus we just couldn't resist that ending, sorry :)

Chapter 13

Sara swallowed hard as McKeen approached and towered over her. For a long moment he just looked down and stared at her before he finally said something.

"Get up."

Quickly, Sara pushed herself from the floor and stood before him. She bowed her head in submission but as he reached to her and unclipped the leash, her eyes met his, a frown appearing on her face.

"Even though Maria seems to like this on you, my dear," he held up the leash, "I don't think it befits you. We have our differences you know but we are prepared to accommodate each other's desires." He handed the leash to his other half and she placed it on the table with a smile. "What do you think, Sara? Who is right? Do you prefer to wear it or not?"

Her eyes flicked to Maria then back to McKeen. What kind of question was that? She was bound to aggravate someone by telling them she disagreed with one of them.

"I don't mind, sir. Whatever you think is best for me."

The right side of McKeen's mouth hitched a grin, "Clever answer."

Sara remained silent.

"Now how can you earn your privileges?" He asked waggling his eyes brows in a manner that made Sara feel sick to the stomach

She simply shook her head and kept her mouth shut.

The former under-sheriffs grin broadened. "Follow me," he commanded and walked towards the door.

Sara was quick but uneasy on her feet as she obeyed, following behind she felt her gut roll as she had no idea what awaited her.

Maria stood and tagged along at the back. When Sara turned her head to see that she was behind her, their ex-nanny's eyes turned dark as she glared back.

"Keep your eyes forward, unless you want to be punished" she spat and Sara instantly looked ahead again, snapping her eyes closed for a moment at the stupid error.

McKeen led her through the house and into what Sara presumed was his study. A large comfortable room filled with books, a desk with a lap top and a large leather sofa by the window.

Sara entered and stood static as McKeen looked through some papers on his desk before reaching to the back of his neck and groaning at the stiffness.

"Maria," he looked to his woman as she entered, "Don't forget to get me some of that muscle cream next time you go into town, my damn neck is killing me."

"Yes, love," she replied as she moved around to him and slipped an arm around his waist. "You can wait until tomorrow?"

He nodded. "Yes, I'm sure Sara can do something to take my mind off the pain, for now."

As Maria turned to her and grinned Sara suddenly felt very, very queasy and returned her eyes to the floor, not wanting to look at either of them for fear of what may happen.

"Well, I will leave you to it; I have a few things to do," Maria smiled, kissing her man on the cheek. "Don't wear her out too much will you, save a little for me?"

"Of course," he replied softly and patted Maria on the rear as she walked away.

"Have fun Sara," she chuckled before leaving the room and closing the door softly behind her.

Swallowing hard Sara looked up to her tormentor as he approached. His eyes traced every contour of her body hungrily and he licked his lips.

"Get over by the couch," he instructed and she looked over to it but didn't move.

"What are you going to do?" She asked shakily, taking a light step backwards. "Please…."

His face was blank and he lightly folded his arms, waiting for her to do as she was told. He raised his brow when she still failed to respond. "Do we have a problem?" He asked patiently. "Should I ask Jose to join us?"

"No…." She whispered quickly, "No I….." She couldn't complete her sentence and again bowed her head before slowly approaching the sofa and standing by it, her whole body now shaking.

McKeen leisurely followed and sat; leaning back he relaxed into the fine furniture and breathed a satisfied sigh as Sara looked him in the eye.

"Any chance you can get your hands on a decent masseuse?" He joked, again rubbing the back of his neck.

Sara looked at him blankly; she had no response for that question and merely shook her head.

His eyes darkened at the lack of a reply. "Get on your knees…"

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Grissom and Asuncion trudged on as quickly as Grissom's feet would allow and he'd managed to pick up the pace knowing just how close they were after meeting up with Jose. As the pathway they were walking upon narrowed through the next set of trees the compound was upon them and their destination was found.

"There it is," Grissom said quickly, "let's go."

"Wait," Asuncion grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "There could be guards we…"

"We don't have time to wait," Grissom cut in, "the longer we wait, the longer my wife and son are in the hands of these monsters." The scientist's voice was firm but filled with desperation.

The warrior nodded and allowed Grissom to continue.

They cautiously approached the fence and followed it around to the gate, constantly scanning the area for any danger. They found the same gate Jose hadn't bothered to lock due to his fury; Grissom pushed it and slid open. He looked to his friend a little surprised that the gate was open and the Warrior frowned.

"Are you sure you are ready for this?" He asked. "There is no turning back."

"I am as ready as I will ever be, I want my family back," Grissom replied but as he placed a foot inside the compound, a gun shot rang through the air and in an instant, Asuncion was on the floor.

With eyes wide Grissom was on the floor next to his friend in an instant. "Asuncion!" He shouted, turning him over, "Oh god." Blood poured from the young warrior's chest, a bullet hole just below his right shoulder.

Then Grissom heard footsteps and sprang to his feet, turning quickly to see who was approaching.

"Drop it!" Miguel screamed, pointing his rifle right at the ex-supervisor.

Grissom hesitated as he stared the younger man down and tightened the grip on his own weapon as Asuncion riled in pain below him.

"I said drop it, Senor, or I will drop you just like your friend, no matter how much my boss would not like it."

Grissom knew he couldn't raise his weapon in time and reluctantly dropped the rifle to the ground, kicking it towards his assailant. His heart pounded and his gut rolled knowing he was now in serious trouble.

"Get down on your knees and keep your hands up," Miguel growled as he kicked Grissom's rifle across the dirt and away from them.

Grissom failed to comply and glared at the Costa Rican. "How much is McKeen paying you? I will treble whatever you are getting."

Sniggering Miguel took a step forward and tightened his finger on the trigger. "Unless you would like a second hole in your body, Senor Grissom, I suggested you get on your knees, right now. I will not ask you again."

Sighing with a heavy heart Grissom did as told and slumped to his knees next to his friend who was beginning to lose consciousness. Now what did he do?

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As soon as the sound of the gun shot pierced the air, Sara's head shot up and she sucked in a heavy breath, breaking her concentration from…

A/N: Dun dun duuunnnaa….Oh dear, what is Sara doing? And oh no, Grissom got caught *swallows* heheehehehee…..