A/N- Ok people, I had originally gotten a lot of requests for a Sara/ Nick ending so that's what I started doing, but then, I got just as many requests for a Sara/ Grissom ending. My solution is to post two of the same chapter, one for Grissom and one for Nick. This is the Grissom one, if you want the Nick one, please go back to the previous chapter!

~Nicole

After the interviews had been done, the four CSI's reconvened in the main office to compare notes. They were disappointed to see that they weren't much farther now then when they had started. Neither of the parents had done more than act confused and demand they have a lawyer. Mr. Martin had looked rather put down by the evidence and it had taken him a while to recover fully, but that wasn't very good evidence. Mrs. Martin was totally non-reactant to the evidence presented. Talking to her was like trying to talk to a brick wall. What none of them knew was that Sara could provide them with the missing pieces to the puzzle, the exact date of the autopsy, where it was done, and who had done it. After an hour of review, Grissom told everyone to head home. They all needed a good nights sleep if they were going to get anywhere the next day. When Nick and Warrick had left the locker room, Gil turned to Catherine who was gathering her things.

"Do you think we'll find her?" he asked. He wanted her honest opinion, and he knew she would give him one.

"Yes, we will. Sara can handle herself. She's also trained in unarmed combat, remember?" Catherine reminded him. Grissom nodded. "See you tomorrow Gris. Get some sleep, OK?"

"Yeah, sure. G'night," Grissom said, heading to his car. He sat behind the wheel, staring at the seat next to him, wishing Sara could appear next to him. He turned the key in the ignition and drove off. He didn't realize where he was going until he got there. He pulled up to the curb in front of Sara's apartment and got out of the car. He walked to her front door and lay his hand on it before taking the extra key from under the flower pot. She had told him where the extra key was in case of an emergency. He walked into the dark house, letting his eyes adjust rather than turning on the light. He went through her living room, and looked around. There was nothing out of the ordinary. He walked over to her computer, on the desk looking out to the street. He turned it on, not sure why and sat, waiting for it to boot up. He noticed a picture next to the screen and lifted it, holding it up to the light emitted by the computer. It was a picture of Sara and Grissom on the Strip. He recalled the day very clearly, a little too clearly. He remembered her making fun of his driving and how he was such a gentleman, holding open doors and paying for her lunch, all the while insisting they weren't on a date. He found himself crying silently, wishing more than anything that he could speak to her just one more time, just tell her he had considered it a date, tell her how much he wanted to be with her. If she was hurt or dead somewhere, he would never forgive himself. Without realizing it, he had opened the internet on her computer and was now logging on. Her password was saved since she lived alone and didn't have to worry about anyone reading her email. The little voice told him Sara had email and he quickly clicked the mailbox. Mostly junk mail he realized. One email from someone He'd never heard of, but the subject read "URGENT!" so he opened it and read:

Whoever reads this email, please help me! I am stuck in some huge house in the middle of no where. I figured I should email my own account in the hopes that one of my friends will think to check my computer for evidence. The man who kidnapped me isn't telling me why. His name is Samuel Martin. He was presumed dead years ago, but it was really his brother. Check the coroner report. It was done at a hospital in Nevada, Monrose Hospital. It was done by Dr. Rene, I can't seem to remember his first name. It's no mistake that the murder investigation proceeded with the wrong son presumed dead.

Sara

Grissom went into a catatonic state and acted on his subconscious, he printed the email, turned off the computer, and called everyone on his cell, telling them he had made an extremely important discovery and that he needed to see them ASAP. Then, he got in his car and sped back to the office.

Sara was amazed at how lucky she was. That afternoon, Sammy went out, telling her he would be back later tomorrow and that he had given everyone else the day off, besides the guard at the front gate and the Dobermans that roamed freely around the property. Deciding it wasn't a good idea to try to run away when she hadn't eaten anything but crackers, water, and fruit for the last three days. Her energy was better spent wandering through the entire house from top to bottom. What she found was so incredibly shocking that she thought she was hallucinating. There, in the common room downstairs, was a computer. She turned it on and was amazed to see it had internet that wasn't blocked. She figured out ho to email from it and when she sent an email to her computer as well as Nick's, Warrick's, Catherine's, and Grissom's. She then deleted the email, so that if Sam checked, there would be no evidence. Now, after the day had gone, she lay in bed, praying that someone would read their email soon.