Sara woke up. Everything around her was dark; she put her hands out, trying to feel for something familiar. The cold realization of metal met her hand, it was all around her. She didn't understand what was going on, she rember being in the parking lot, and there being someone there, but it was all fuzzy. One thing she knew was she didn't clime into any metal boxes. Her CSI instincts jumpstarted, she listened for anything, she herd noises of people from outside it, car engines and something much more closer, music, a radio. She couldn't make out the song though. She knew where she was, in the trunk of a car, the place the car was driving to, that she didn't know. She heard the radio being turned off, and a cell phone being dialed. Her heart began to race, what was going to happen.

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"O.K, I'll ask again, what's going on" Gissom asks, a lot more annoyed.

Before anyone could answer the break room phone rang.

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Sara slithers closer to the front of the trunk, desperately trying to hear something.

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Grissom answered the phone.

"Crime Lab" he said

"Put it on speaker" the voice on the other end demanded.

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"Put it on speaker" the driver said.

Terror consumed Sara, she knew that voice, and it was without a doubt.

"Devin" she whispered to herself.

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