My name is Derek Tyler and I've officially ruined Sara Sidles life. He loved saying that, he couldn't get enough of that sentence. He'd finally talked to Catherine Willows and she didn't have a fucking clue who he was. It felt great, god did it feel great to be on top, to be so fucking unstoppable it actually stopped him from sleeping at night. He hoped Sara was grateful for the pictures; he'd spent hours carefully going through his one hundred-page photo album of 'that night' He loved that photo album. The pictures had been a right pain in the arse to take though. If it had to be said, Sara was quite a squirmer so he had to bind her up which made the experience a little less enjoyable. But god didn't he love that night. He had so much pent-up anger burning inside him like an inferno he had to take it out on the closet thing. You see, before Sara's father was so conveniently killed, he had quite a little debt to pay to poor Derek Tyler. Sara's father was a sly, twisted piece of shit who gladly took everything out of his life. Derek Tyler had everything at one time, he had a job, he had a great circle of friends, but most of all, he had a heart. But Sara's father had to ruin it all didn't he? He had to march right in there and shout out at the top of his lungs "This man is a drug addict!" Derek could never forgive him for that. You'd think that something like that could easily be forgotten, but no. Sara's father began bribing Derek, taking away his money and making him look like some over-powered fake. He'll always hate him for that and sadly his daughter and her girlfriend were about to pay a very, very hefty price. But in all honesty, if he were looking down on them right now, would he give a damn? No, he wouldn't. So Derek Tyler had to devise a plan, he had to make Sara pay a great deal. He wanted to see the hurt in her eyes, the pain she'd feel once she realized what he was doing this for and what he was about to do. He loved that look though; he had always loved that look. The first time he set eyes on a younger Sara Sidle, the petrified deer-in-headlights look she gave him was unbearably sweet, it was intoxicating. He was pretty sure Catherine would love it too.

After the incident in the bar the entire team went back to their homes and allowed Catherine and Sara to talk it out. Although, what was to be said? Just the fact that Sara was raped when she was fourteen and now the crazy psychopath is back and probably wanting some twisted revenge unknown to Sara or Catherine. "Sara, baby? Talk to me, please" Catherine pleaded from the other side of the door. The moment they had gotten back to Catherine's home Sara had locked her self in the bathroom and refused to come out like a stubborn child.

Sara's pale fragile body was leaning against the bath and shaking violently. She had stripped off her clothes and was curled up in her vest top and underwear. The little eyeliner she had on was running along with the rest of her make-up. She looked like a broken doll, a tattered and torn broken doll.

"Sara! Answer me!" Catherine pleaded from the other side. Her fists pounded on the door violently. She couldn't stand seeing Sara in a state of complete loss, all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around her and say it would all be okay. But how could she be so sure.

Finally, Sara moved to open the door. Her long, elegant body was paled with fear and her eyes looked dead. Catherine looked at her with an open mouth and cried silently "Sara, w-why would he do this? Do you know his name?" Catherine rapid fired questions as she dragged the younger CSI to the sofa and searched for a blanket.

"I can't really remember his face, I think I saw him around my house when I was younger" Sara started, talking to Catherine's back as she rummaged through the cupboard for a blanket.

"Okay, honey" Catherine's muffled voice soothed. She finally emerged with a big red blanket and surrounded Sara in its warmth.

"D-derek" Sara whispered as she thought out loud.

"What?"

"Derek! That's his name Cat." Sara whispered triumphantly. She leaned into Catherine's arms and closed her eyes. She finally had a name; all she had to do now was work out what the fuck he wanted before it was too late.

"You feel so good, Cat" Sara whispered huskily, her hand moving under Catherine's shirt and rubbing the warmth of her back.

Catherine let out a small moan and looked at Sara "Mm, how about I run you a bath?" Catherine teased, getting up and unhappily removing her self from Sara's warm touch. She walked upstairs and turned the corner for the bathroom, her bare feet curled under the chilling cold of the tiles so she quickly moved towards the bath and the small fluffy rug by it. Her hand turned the taps and let the warm liquid pour into the bath. She tilted her head and questioned the room, could it fit two? At a squeeze probably! About twenty minutes later the bath was half full and Catherine had brought Sara up to the bathroom and was currently taking time removing her own clothes and placing light kisses on Sara's exposed skin.

"Okay, I'm froze" Sara said, lifting her one leg up and hopping into the warm, welcoming bath. A dark moan filled the small room as Sara allowed herself to sink into the liquid and be completely submerged before Catherine joined her.

"Cat?" Sara asked, Catherine was leaning against her front lazily as the let the day's worries simply wash away.

"Yeah?" Catherine asked, her eyes were closed and her hand was making circles on Sara's thigh.

"I love you" Sara whispered sweetly, or to the best of her ability.

Catherine chuckled and smiled "I love you too, Sara. No matter what"

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There we go! Sorry If its not up to scratch. I've let some info of the evil stalker Derek Tyler out because I didnt want a big mass of confuzledness! I want to say thanks to Vicki, she listened to my rambling about this chapter until midnight last night! Thank you, girl! And I also want to say thank you to everyone who is reviewing, it really helps!!