First of all I want to thank you for all the reviews, they made me, for lack of a better word, giddy. Here's the next part, I hope it doesn't disappoint.

Disclaimer: I still don't own them and making nothing from this…wait…I own Bev, she's not a very important character, but I own her. Oh joy.



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Sara had finally found a card to her liking. It had a group of monkeys with party hats on, "From the Group" it announced it bright letters. She went up to the counter where an older woman, with a bright pink dress on, waited.

Sara put her items in front of the neon woman and waited to be rung up. The woman, whose nametag announced to the world her name was "Bev", smiled and made small talk. Sara shifted her weight and nodded at Bev's ramblings, she really wanted to get back to work.

Bev looked at the young woman in front of her and smiled, knowing that she had probably heard nothing that she had been saying for the last two minutes. It wasn't hard to tell that she was not there by choice. Shaking her head lightly and suppressing a chuckle she handed the poor thing her bag and wished her a good night.

Sara walked out into the cool Las Vegas evening towards her car, parked in the back of the small lot, pulling her keys from her pocket as she drew near. The only thing she was thinking about was getting back to work. That was why she didn't hear the person sneaking up behind her as she unlocked the driver's side door on her car.



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Nick, Warrick and Grissom pulled into the small parking lot and parked the Tahoe by a police cruiser. Grissom took in the scene as Nick and Warrick got their equipment from the back. Mobley was questioning an elderly woman standing by an old Crown Victoria that had it's back rammed into the passenger side of a car that he thought he'd seen before. A few feet from the accident was a wooden board lying next to a pool of blood. He frowned; the victim had lost a lot of blood. Grissom shook his head lightly as he analyzed the rest of his environment.

Brass was talking to a woman in a bright pink outfit who looked close to tears and Sara, he noticed, was nowhere in sight. He didn't know how she was supposed to know where they were, but still, he had paged her about fifteen minutes ago. She should have called him by now.

Grissom let out a small sigh, knowing that Sara would never give up a chance to work on a case and would contact him as soon as she possibly could. The thought didn't comfort him as much as he would have hoped and he checked his cell phone to make sure it was on, even though he never turned it off. He didn't know why he was so worried about her. Sara could take care of herself and probably just couldn't get to her phone right now, and besides he had a case that he needed to focus on.

He knew that if he was thinking of Sara, something he found himself doing more and more lately, he wouldn't be able to do his best on the case that had just been put in front of him. That wouldn't be fair to anyone, especially the victim. He pushed all thoughts of Sara to the back of his mind and started towards Brass.

Brass looked up as Grissom drew near and gave him a look he hadn't seen before. It was like a mixture of worry, stress, and something he couldn't, or didn't want to, identify. The look stopped Grissom in his tracks. Brass left the pink women with another officer and came towards him. Warrick and Nick had joined him by this time, they had also seen Brass's look and were exchanging a glance of uncertainty.

However, right before Brass could get to the group of CSI's to tell them anything Mobley stopped him, hissing words through clenched teeth. Brass retaliated quietly as they both shot looks back at the three men. Grissom watched the fight with interest wondering what was going on and when they could start processing the car. Warrick had also been watching the fight and shot Grissom a confused look.

Nick, who had been staring at the hijacked car, his face screwed up in thought, straightened out his features out as he realized why the car seemed so familiar.

"Hey guys," he started feeling somewhat sick and praying he was wrong. Warrick and Grissom looked at him, wondering about the small waver in his voice.

"That's Sara's car."



The next part may be awhile, I am suffering from serious writers block.