Sara was beginning to wonder what was so bad about being kidnapped. She'd been in the mansion for two days and she had pretty much done what she wanted with no protest from the man who had brought her here who insisted she call him Bob. The only things he couldn't do were go outside and use the phone. She was fed well and given clean clothes. She also had as much time as she wanted to sleep. Sara soon realized however that she would be with no memory of the last few hours. She would wake up having remembered it being dark the last time she was awake, and she didn't recall going to sleep either. She figured it had something to do with drugs in her food, so, the next day, she ate only the packaged crackers and the bottled water. Later, Bob peeked in on her and found she was awake. A surprised look crossed him face and he exited the room quickly, Sara didn't see him for the remainder of the day. The day when this happened, Sara ran out of things to do and for the first time, she turned on the TV. She flipped through the channels and settled on the news. The face she saw made her back rigid. It was Grissom, getting interviewed. She turned up the volume.
" Sara isn't the type who would do this for attention," he said. " She's extremely level headed and knows what to do in any situation, I highly doubt this was organized by her."
" So you think this is a crime investigation?"
" I don't think, I know."
" Can you give us any info on the case so far?"
" That information is not permitted as of now, however I can assure you that there is evidence pointing to Sara's kidnapping."
" Thanks Mr. Grissom. That was Gil Grissom from the…" Sara stopped listening after that. She switched off the TV and looked around the room, she had to find a way out, and fast!
" Four crime scene's, four agents. Take your pick," Grissom said grimly. Catherine had tried to reach Sara on several occasions, each time being greeted by Sara's impersonal answering machine. Her cell was always turned off. The phone rang and Warrick jumped to answer it.
" Crime Scene Investigation, Warrick Brown speaking," he said. He handed the phone to Grissom. " It's Brass." They talked for about two seconds.
" We've got a suspect," Grissom said, grinning as he filled them in. His name was Robert Martin, age 36. He had gone to Harvard with Sara (although he was much older than her) and had moved wherever she had moved for the past few years. Finally, they had a chance.
A/N- Thanx for all the reviews! Keep 'em coming and I'll try to post everyday. Sorry the chapters are so short, I'll lengthen the next few, I promise.