Disclaimer- I don't own any characters in relation to CSI, blah, blah, blah. Sara's captor does belong to me, although so far that's it. If you want more chapters, review!!

A/N- If you're gonna yell at me for not doing the pairing you want, at least check what pairings I did first! The first day I went on to check reviews after I had asked what pairing to do, everyone said Sara/ Nick except one or two people. In response I did Sara/ Nick, then when I checked the reviews the day I went to post the Sara/ Nick chapter, I see just as many people had asked for Sara/ Grissom. I then took the Sara/ Nick chapter and rewrote it, making it into a Sara/ Grissom chapter! Both are posted, read what you want and stop sending reviews on the first chapter to flame me just because you saw the summary. Thank you.

~Nicole

Sara Sidle sat at her desk in the CSI lab and filed the report that marked half of the ones she had to do by the end of her shift. She rubbed her hand over her face and yawned loudly before picking up the next report.

" Hey Sara, tough day?" Gil Grissom walked into the room looking happy and refreshed.

" Days," she corrected. She'd been working for about 60 hours straight.

" Oh. Want some coffee?" he offered. Sara shook her head, she despised coffee. The caffeine worked for everyone except her. She could drink an entire pot and all it would do is give her a headache and a bad case of the shakes. Grissom shrugged.

" I'm taking the next two days off," she said before he exited.

" OK, but I expect you here at 8 o'clock sharp on Thursday morning." He walked out and Sara ent back to filing. About an hour later, Nick Stokes walked in.

" Hey Sara," he said pulling up a chair. "Need some help?"

" Help? What's that?" Sara joked lightly. Nick took some reports and started filing. At about 6:00 that evening, after four hours of filing, they finished.

" I am going home," Sara stated, stifling a yawn. Nick watched her stumble to the door.

" I don't think you're qualified to drive in your state," Nick said, rushing to her side to support her.

" I think you are right," Sara said, stumbling to the locker room.

An hour later, Sara was in bed, fast asleep. Little did she know that she wasn't alone in the apartment. Someone stood quietly in the shadows and observed her peaceful sleep. As morning approached, the stranger approached her bedside and woke her, slamming a gloved hand over her mouth to silence her. Sara stared up into the face of her captor, registering no recognition. He listened as he told her to get dressed. She knew better than to think she could get away, this guy definitely had a gun. A gun… where was hers? On the table by her bed. She glanced at the table, but the gun was gone.

" Looking for this?" he asked, waving the weapon in her face. He was using her own weapon against her! " Get dressed," he barked. She changed quickly and as discretely as possible, pulling her jeans on over her boxers and a sweatshirt over her tank top. She pulled her hair up quickly, out of habit. Her captor lead her to a limo waiting in the front of her building. To her dismay, the windows were tinted. He shoved her in and cuffed her to the door once he got in himself. He told the driver to go to "the mansion" wherever that was. Sara's logical mind watched exactly where they were going, if the chance arose to escape, she had to know where to go. Her illogical mind was freaking out. She tried to focus on the logical mind but it was becoming exceedingly difficult with each passing moment.

" You're quiet Sara, what's wrong?"

" Nothing," she lied. I've been kidnapped, that's what's wrong!"