Chapter 17 Sara placed her file down on the coffee table. She ran through the options in her head. Phone lines are cut, air vents too small, door locked and I don't have my gun. The only option I have is to kill Felton before he kills me... I could never kill a person in cold blood. Sara had always had a problem with killing a person, she didn't think she would be able to live with herself if she did it. I can at least go stand over the body, that way if he wakes up, I'll be able to knock him unconscious again. Grissom will come to pick me up and when he realizes that I'm not out the front to meet him..he'll figure out something is wrong. Sara prayed she was right.

Grissom turned the corner into the parking lot of the CSI building. He pulled into his parking spot and got out of the tahoe. He was just about to grab Sara's mobile phone from the passenger seat when he heard the voice.

'Grissom'

'Ecklie' Grissom sighed as he turned to face his nemesis.

As Sara stood up, a photo fell to the floor. She didn't want to look at it but she bent over to put it on the table with the rest of the details of her life. Sara straightened up, and felt the cord tighten around her neck.

She started gagging, suddenly the cord loosened and Felton's strong hands grabbed her.

'Thought you could get away from me? We're going away together remember, come on we'll go to the airport and book a flight right now, just you and me.'

'Forget it you son of a bitch. I hate you, you're a sicko.'

Felton threw Sara against the wall, then handcuffed her to the gas pipe. Sara struggled desperately. oh God, why did I have to be so stupid. I'm going to die.

Small tears started trickling down her face.

'Don't cry Sara. Just say you love me.'

Sara tried but she couldn't.

'No.'

Felton slapped her across the face.

'Tell me you love me.' Sara remained silent. Felton started hitting her. Sara desperately tried to fight back using her legs. She aimed for his crotch and got it. Felton stumbled back in pain. Sara could feel the blood on her face, then she could taste it.

'Ecklie, what do you want?'

'Come to see your girlfriend Grissom?'

'What?'

'I heard Miss. Sidle was staying with you.'

'So, there was a threat on her life she couldn't be alone.'

'Wouldn't it have been more appropriate for her to stay at Catherine's house.'

'Cath doesn't have a spare bedroom. If you'll excuse me Ecklie, I was going to return Sara's mobile phone.'

'I'm sure that can wait. I mean the phone lines to the office are dead.'

'What?'

'Yeah, I tried to call up there just to see how Sara was doing of course, and the phone lines were dead. Hell, they've probably slipped out for a bit of nookie. She isn't very faithful.' Grissom could feel the anger rising in him, not at Sara, he knew she couldn't do that, but at Ecklie the lying bastard.

'Stop talking right now Ecklie before either one of us says or does something we'll regret.'

'Why, because I'm calling your girlfriend a slut, guess Marjorie Westcott was right.' Ecklie hit the ground hard. Grissom flexed his wrist, all those years of baseball had paid off.

Grissom stepped over Ecklie who was still nursing his possibly broken nose, and headed toward the psych office. Unlike Ecklie, he knew that something was wrong. At first he told himself he was being over protective, but deep down he knew, Sara was in danger.

'Sara, Sara, Sara. I don't think you even remember me. Do you?' Sara remained quiet, too scared to speak.

'Do you?' he screamed. Sara gently nodded her head.

'You're lying. You don't even remember my first name.'

'What do you want from me?' I have to stall him.

'I want you Sara. I remember when we met. You were just beginning work at San Francisco. We were introduced and I knew it was love at first sight.' He bent down and caressed her face. 'But you started going out with him.' Felton stood up hastily and glared down at her.

'Who are you talking about?....Justin?'

'Yes, that bastard. He stole you from me. And his brother, his useless brother, Craig.'

'What does Craig have to do with this.' Sara started to realize that this was more than just a scorned admirer.

'When Craig,' Felton said his name, his seemed to have trouble with it, 'When Craig had to do his gang initiation, you know about those don't you Sara?' Sara's mind immediately flashed back to Pam Adler. 'yes, I know how those work.'

'Craig killed my mother, after beating and raping her. He used sticks, anything that was lying around.'

'I'm sorry.' Sara whispered.

'No, you're not. If you had been sorry, you would have asked me how I was doing. Better yet, you would have caught your boyfriend's brother.'

'I didn't know it was him.'

'Bullshit, you're a good CSI, the evidence had to have been there. but no, you protect your abusive boyfriend's brother instead of helping me. You hate me Sara, and I was a fool to think you loved me. You were just using me, until you could move onto someone else. Well I'm going to kill you, then I'm going to get your precious Grissom. You never should have left me Sara', he was practically spitting now, 'You never should have left me.'

With those words he pulled out a gun from his desk and pointed it at Sara. She closed her eyes, half expecting to see her life flash before her eyes, instead she saw only Grissom. Then she realized she would never see him again. A tear floated gently down her cheek, 'Goodbye Gil, I love you.'

She had barely finished speaking when the sound of two gunshots rang through the air.