Greg, sweat coating his face, stood against one of the walls in the hallway with his gun held in a ready position.  As he reached the corner he quickly looked around it and scanned the open area.  'Damn, where is she?'  He shook his head.  'She's got to be around here somewhere.'  He moved out into the area near the elevator with his gun held in both hands pointed downward and he again scanned the area but still not seeing her.  He heard the ping of the elevator as it reached the top floor of the Pit.  The doors opened and out came Grissom, Nick, Warrick and Catherine all talking and laughing but were assaulted with disturbingly loud music which their laughing and talking made even worse.  'Damn but they're noisy.'  Greg thought as he tried to motion them to move out of the area but they didn't understand what was going on as they realized he had a gun in his hand.

            Grissom and the others looked around frantically thinking that something was happening.  Grissom thought to himself, 'God, I can't even hear myself think.' Greg tried to tell them to back up and get away from him but they didn't hear him.  So instead, they approached and started to ask questions about what was going on.  He didn't stand a chance.  All he ever knew was the feel of the sting on his forehead and then the dripping of a red liquid onto his face and nose.  "Damn it!  I'm dead."

            All of a sudden, each of the others reached up to feel the back of their heads as something stung them.  Their actions were so synchronized that it almost appeared as if they were at a ball game performing the Wave.  When they brought their hands forward they were covered in the same red liquid.  At that moment, Greg observed the stealthy movements of Sara as she appeared out of the pitch-black alcove next to the elevator behind the four team members.  Greg stared at her between Nick and Warrick's heads as she steadily approached.  "Greg, you're dead and you got your friends killed also.  Never ever let yourself get distracted.  You keep your eyes and ears open at all times to your surroundings."

            Catherine spun around to see Sara standing behind them holding her gun in the same position Greg had earlier, pointing to the ceiling.  "What the hell are you thinking Sara?  We just got dressed and hauled our asses down here for what?  To get paint stains on our heads and clothes?"

            Sara gave Catherine a deadly stare as she stepped forward and walked past her.  "You know, yesterday, Jarod and Sydney wanted someone with me at all costs, so much so, that they took away my choice and control.  Then Grissom wanted to have Greg or himself in attendance over me to protect me.  So I'll let you guys all in on a little secret."  She sneered at them while waving the gun around in the air in front of them.  "You will all die if you aren't more observant to the situations you walk into.  This woman, like me, is trained to kill.  She won't stop until her "job' is done and leaving witnesses behind is not an option just as it isn't with me.  Anyone who is with me and sees her make the hit is dead and they don't necessarily need to see her.  Got it!"  She spun around to face Greg.  "Greg, you're good, really good.  But you let yourself get distracted way to easy.  Three other times I could have taken the hit because you allowed your attention to be diverted.  You get sent on a mission, nothing else matters.  Nothing."

            Grissom held on tightly to his belief that Sara was only trying to get her point across and that she really wasn't as cold as she now appeared.  His thoughts ran wild with images of Sara, the way she acted now and the way she was the night before.  It seemed like two totally different people.  Catherine, on the other hand, wasn't going to take this abuse from Sara lying down.  "You made your point Sara but you don't need to scare us half to death and wave a gun in our faces to get the point across."

            Sara, now facing Catherine, took a step closer to her but wasn't able to fulfill her desire to give Catherine a proper set down because she was interrupted by a voice behind her.

            Jarod and Sydney had witnessed the whole scene from the vantage point of the conference room and had steadily walked up behind her.  When Sydney saw her about to tear into Catherine he stepped in and addressed Sara in Russian again.  "Sarsha, enough!"

            Grissom upon hearing the command and not understanding what was said let his fear for Sara take over and rebuked Sydney for his comment.  "No!  Don't you dare do that to her again."

            Before he could get past Sara to reach Sydney, Sara stepped in front of him and held Grissom back from attacking.  "No, Grissom, don't it's okay.  It isn't a command.  He just needed to get my attention." Grissom stole a glance at her face and saw that she was in control.  He took a step back and released his pent up feelings in a rush of air as he exhaled.  Sara turned to the team and continued, "I am not going to apologize for what I did or said.  I meant it.  This is just the type of situation I am afraid of happening with this woman.  We can't be distracted." 

            She then turned her attention to Sydney but spoke in Russian.  "Thank you Syd.  I needed that."  As she finished talking, their attentions were drawn to a sudden change in the music that played in the background.  Sara stared at the intercom in the ceiling as if she could see the stereo itself.  The music had gone from playing a hard, fast-paced song to a slow classical one.   She and Jarod shared a look of curiosity.  "Jarod, who would be in the Control Room changing the pre-selected music?"

            "I don't know of anyone who would be able to change it except for those of us present here with the exception of Matt and Jackson."  Footsteps drew their attention down the hallway as Matt and Jackson approached.

            "Finally, someone changed the music."  Jackson smiled in relief.

            "You didn't change it?"  Jarod asked him.  Jackson shook his head and they all turned to Matt, but he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I liked what was playing.  I wouldn't have changed it."

            Jarod and Sara quickly walked away with the others following close behind.  They went down a hallway on the far side of the Pit and reached a door that stood ajar.  Sara reached down for her other gun that was strapped to her thigh and pulled it out and held it at the ready.  Those following close behind stopped as they saw her actions and began backing away as Matt and Jackson pushed through them to back up Sara and Jarod.  Jarod allowed Sara to take the lead and as she reached the door, she maneuvered herself against the wall and then with her left hand pushed the door slowly, allowing a better view.  Jarod peaked around her as he had also positioned himself against the wall next to her and Matt along with Jackson stood on the other side of the door.  Sara slowly began to make her way into the room and stopped suddenly when she saw a figure sitting in the chair in front of the controls.  "Don't move."  The person in the chair sat very still.  "Put your hands up in the air slowly."

            Jarod and Matt both entered behind Sara.  Jarod could now see the figure and shook his head as he started to chuckle.  "Joshua, what are you doing here?"  Grissom and the others listened to the commands then the question and slowly made their way into the room.

            They saw Sara still pointing her gun at the perpetrator and never once let her stance or eyes waver.  Jarod approached her as the perpetrator asked, "Jarod, can I put my hands down now?"  Jarod slowly touched Sara's arm and said, "Sara, it's okay.  He's not a problem."  Sara blinked and then lowered her gun but still kept it at the ready.  "Okay, Josh, you can put your hands down now."

            Joshua did as Jarod said then stood up and turned around.  Sara gasped as she took a step toward him.  "Jarod?"  She whispered and then touched Joshua's face.  "How can this be?"  She abruptly stopped and shook her head as if to clear it then turned partially around to look at Jarod and then back at Joshua.  "What's going on Jarod?"

            "Sara, this is Joshua."  Jarod introduced them as he closed the distance.  "Joshua this is Sara."  They shook hands but Sara's eyes strayed back up to Jarod's face.  "Your son?" Jarod shook his head as he and Sara continued to stare at each other.  "But he looks just like you at that age.  If he isn't your son then who..." Her eyebrows rose and her eyes seemed to enlarge as she processed the explanation.  "They wouldn't.  They couldn't do that."  She tried to read the answer that she wanted to see in Jarod's eyes but only read the impossible.  "Your clone?" She said it as if it left a bad taste in her mouth.

            Grissom and the others heard the one-sided conversation but didn't comprehend it.  'Clone?' Grissom thought.  'That's not possible.'

            "They just don't know when to quit.  The Triumvirate just has to keep pushing the borders."  Sara sputtered off as her eyes drifted back down to the young man, the young Jarod in front of her.  She paused as she realized her words and how they must sound to the boy.  "I, I'm sorry Joshua.  I didn't mean..." She tried to apologize but didn't really know what to say to him.

            "It's okay.  Your reaction is understandable."  Joshua interrupted her rambling and tried to help Sara through it with a smile on his face.  "You should have seen Jarod's face when he discovered me."  Jarod squeezed his shoulder in a brotherly fashion.

            Sara couldn't seem to remove the look of astonishment from her face.  "He's just like you were.  It's almost like being back in time."  She sat down on one of the other chairs and continued to look at him with her Grissom face and finally after a few minutes of silence in the room she spoke, "Where have you been living?"

            Joshua looked up at Jarod and then back to Sara as he answered,  "I've been living between Jarod, Sydney and Miss Parker and also the Major."

            "Who is the Major?"  She asked as she looked back between the two.

            "My father, Sara.  I found him a couple years before we raided the Centre."  Jarod smiled with the happiness of a child.  "And then he helped me get Joshua out of the Centre and into safety."

            "Are we understanding this correctly?  He's a clone of you?"  Nick interrupted and pointed at Jarod as he asked the question everyone else was trying to figure out the answer to.

            Jarod realized they weren't alone and turned to Nick and the others.  "Yes, he is.  The Triumvirate had been researching the possibility clear back from the moment they got their hands on me."

            "Well, Joshua it's really nice to have met you.  I think Jarod probably wants to speak with you and I need to get back to training with Greg.  Umm, I would appreciate it if you would put the stereo back to what it was playing before for our training purposes," Sara stood and moved to walk past the group as she spoke but turned back to Joshua and continued, "and maybe later we can have our own chat."

            "I would like that Sara."  Joshua smiled up at her with earnest and then turned to change the stereo settings for her.  'I am so glad I came here.'  He thought as he switched the dials.

            Sara walked past Grissom and the others then nudged Greg on the arm indicating he should follow her.  She wanted to get out of there and get rid of the feeling that she was in some kind of time loop.  'That was too eerie.'

            Greg and Sara continued with their training but in the gym with hand-to-hand combat.  They weren't interrupted again.  Grissom, Catherine, Nick and Warrick went to the conference and Matt and Jackson went over the files that Grissom brought down for them to research on Margot.

            Jarod and Sydney took Joshua with them and discussed his presence there.  What they discovered would have to be discussed with Sara much later that day or maybe even the next day.  Right now was not the time to add to the current situation.