Note: I actually got some writing done! I'm so happy. So I didn't read Plutarch.but who cares about a bunch of dead Roman guys anyway?! (If someone reading this loves dead Roman guys and takes offence to what I have said.then I am truly sorry)

Disclaimer: Let me check..nope! Still don't own 'um. All it appears I own right now is a box of chocolate covered Oreo's that I'm going to eat because after today..I need them.

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Catherine had never seen him drive so quickly. He was a man on a mission and woe be it for anyone, or car for that matter, that got in the way. They got back in record time and Grissom was through the doors before Catherine had even shut her car door. She looked at her watch, they had left the hospital less then ten minutes ago, the trip usually took fifteen. She raised her eyebrows and shook her head; she wouldn't want to be Jordan Dodds right now.

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Right before Grissom opened the door to the integration room he was intercepted by Brass. "Listen to me Gil," he started "There are some things you should know about Jordan Dodds. Nick told me that you hung up on him before he could talk to you about."

"What's there to know? He hurt one of my CSI's, that's all I care about." Grissom interrupted reaching for the door handle.

"Gil if you go into that room without listening to me, I'll give this case to someone else, I swear to God I will." Grissom slowly took his hand off the handle and turned to Brass finally giving his friend his full attention.

"What?" Brass could hear the anger in Grissom's voice and saw the anxiety in his eyes. He knew he'd have to make this as short as possible.

"Come with me." He led Grissom into the observation room. As he looked into the other room Grissom saw two figures, one was Nick and the other.

"Jim, is that..?" Grissom asked, pointing to the person sitting next to Nick.

"Meet Jordan Dodds Gil." The detective said, the weariness evident in his voice. Grissom looked through the glass again at a seventeen-year- old female that appeared scared and alone. "She told Nick that she ran away from home to be with her boyfriend. Boyfriend turned out to be an addict and an abuser so she tried to get away from him. Seems she tried a few times unsuccessfully and the abuse got worse, he almost killed her one time. The night of the attack things had gotten so bad that she knew if she didn't get away she would be dead the next morning. She knew she needed to have some sort of transportation if she was going to be able to get out. Says she saw Sara with a car and acted out of desperation. Just meant to knock her out, and steal her car. When the old lady hit her she panicked and ran."

Grissom's emotions were everywhere at that point. "Why didn't she just ask Sara for help?"

"She let her fear get the better of her," Brass shrugged, "Claims she was only thinking about getting away."

"What about the boyfriend?"

"Found out that he died of a drug overdose that same night."

Grissom looked back through the glass. She had dirty blonde hair that was stuck under an old baseball cap. Cuts and bruises decorated her body and it looked like she hadn't eaten in a week. He didn't look away as he spoke to Brass, "I want to talk to her."

Brass gave him a sideways glance and then nodded. "Ok Gil, but remember, don't take out any anger out on her."

Grissom finally took his eyes off of Jordan and looked at Brass, "I never have before, you know that Jim."

"Yah, but Sara's never been the victim before either." Brass answered as he opened the door and left Grissom with his thoughts.

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Well that's it for now.. I don't know when the next chapter will be up. I know what I want to do about Grissom and Sara but I really am not sure what to do with Jordan Dodds. I will gladly take any idea's you might have. Thanks! And please read and review (I figured out how to take anonymous reviews today( I know that's pathetic.but college has been melting my brain so the little things in life bring me joy.)