Well I must again apologize for the delay. I'm unfortunately dealing with a case of writer's block so please tell me if this sucks. No pun intended.

"Missing persons isn't going to do us much good," Grissom reminded his night shift. "Brenna needs to be found by us. If the police are sent in, a lot of people are going to die and it's not going to help us at all."

"Lindsey is half vampire," Catherine said softly, attempting to get herself back into professional mode. "Brenna is most likely using her as bait."

"Catherine," Sara whispered, not sure she wanted to bring attention to the fact that it was her Brenna was trying to get her hands on. Catherine looked over at Sara. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," Catherine almost growled. "When I catch that murderous bitch, she'll apologize, but I refuse to let you take any of the blame for this. Help me find my daughter."

A silver rim had formed around the color in Catherine's eyes. All of the vampire's in the room could feel her fear and anger.

"Have we checked Sara's apartment yet," Greg asked, finally deciding to open his mouth.

"Checked for what," Brass questioned, standing in the doorway to Grissom's apartment. Grissom and Catherine looked over at him. "I've been looking all over for you guys."

"Thought you were working day shift today," Nick commented.

"I am working," he answered. "On break."

"Catherine and I will go," Grissom remarked, purposely not letting on where he was planning on going. "Honey, you said you wanted iced tea and a salad right?"

Sara nodded. "And a lollipop."

Catherine was the first out the door, keys to the Denali in her hand. Grissom went out after her, not wanting to have to explain what was going on to Brass. They would check Sara's apartment.

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Sara went back into the bedroom to lay down, leaving Brass to talk to the boys. She was so tired. It wasn't long before she heard a crash in the other room. Greg screamed out in pain. She ran out of the room.

"Greg," she screamed, looking at the wolf-like creature who had him by the throat.

"Run, Sara," he yelled, his razor claws digging into the arm of the creature.

"She's not going anywhere," the beast growled in a familiar voice.

"Jim," Sara questioned, before falling into a deep sleep.