Chapter 25

This chapter is from Grissom's perspective; it's more of a vignette chapter since he's in his car.

Grissom's grip on the steering wheel gets tighter and tighter as he listens to what little he can hear from Sara's cell phone.

He grimaces at the thought of what is happening to her. He's unsure what the comments about water are until he hears a plunging sound and the burbling on the water.

He hears her begging for her life. "That bastard, I'm going to kill him with my bare hands." Grissom thinks to himself.

Looking at the street signs, he knows he's just about there. All he cares about is getting to her, holding her, making sure she's ok. "I should have told her I love her." He says aloud. "Now I may never get that chance."

The sound he hears next tears at his very soul.

BANG. The sound of the gun going off resounds through the air like a cannon going off.

Fear and panic clutch his heart as he rounds the last corner before reaching her apartment. Not sure of what he will find, Grissom jumps out of the Tahoe and runs upstairs, gun drawn.

As he reaches the landing he hears crying and yelling. Sara's front door is splintered apart, barely hanging from its hinges. He steps inside and sees Catherine lying on the floor, bloody and sobbing. He spots Eddie only a few feet away, passed out on the couch with a needling hanging from his arm.

"Where is Sara Catherine? Where is she?" Grissom struggled to say.

Catherine pointed in the direction of Sara's bedroom. Someone was dead. He had heard the shot. But what he didn't know was how many people were in the house. Looking back at Catherine, "Is she in there alone?"

Catherine shook her head, "No."

Grissom checks his service revolver and makes his way to the bedroom. His face goes completely pale at the sight before him.