A/N:  I am so amazed at the interest shown again in this fic and of Her.  It's truly amazing.  Thank you for the reviews.

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            The lunch hour was fast approaching when Sara finally noticed the time and that Greg's face was red and he was breathing hard, not unlike herself.  "Greg, we need to stop.  I have actual work that has to be done.  Do you want to try again tomorrow?"

            "Aw, come on Sara.  I know I can take you this time.  I can feel it."  Greg's attempt at sarcasm went unnoticed by Sara as she started heading off to the locker room.  Greg collapsed onto the floor mats after he saw she had disappeared from view.  The 'invisible' weights in his legs made it hard for him to stand erect.  A few moments went by as he closed his eyes and lay there when he felt a shadow fall over his form.  He opened his eyes again to see Sara standing over him, and of all the things he wanted to see, her smiling face was not one of them.

            "Come on Greg.  Go take a shower.  I'm going to head up to my rooms and change then do some paperwork in my office."  Sara pulled her hair back into a clip and then reached down for him to grab her hand so she could pull him up.  "Do you want to meet at the Events counter around four and we can wait until the conference gets over for Grissom and the others?  I was thinking of getting them dinner tonight to make sure there are no hard feelings."

            "Yeah, we better.  Hey, you know, you were right don't you?  You're not feeling guilty about it are you?"  Greg agreed with the way she handled the situation earlier.  They chose to put themselves in harms way when they decided to help Sara.  They needed the reminder of how dangerous it is.  He loved how Sara's mind worked and how she was able to easily slip into the required unemotional state of the work.

            "No, Greg, I'm not feeling guilty but I am sure they are confused about why I do the things I do."  Sara pulled him off the floor and steered him in the direction of the locker room while she veered off for the stairs.

            "I'll meet you at four then and Sara, be careful."  Greg winked at her to let her know he wasn't trying to sound over-protective.  He knew she could handle herself.

            "Talk to you later Greg," she waved him off and climbed the stairs.  'I need a shower, bad.'  She made her way to her rooms and jumped into the shower immediately and let the water cascade down her body and over her exhausted muscles.  'First I worked out with Grissom and then with Greg.'  She shook her head under the water as she thought about the 'workout' with Grissom.  'What was I thinking?'  She had let her emotions take over and that wasn't how it should have been handled.  It was one thing to allow her emotions to have free reign when she was in her pretend world and allowed herself the latitude of getting upset over the cases she had to solve but it just wasn't allowed in the real world.  "My world," speaking aloud to the steaming water.  If she were still in custody of the Centre, Raines would have had her hauled down to the 'hole' by now as punishment.  'What do I do about him?'  Grissom was the love of her life and she had waited so long to have him in her arms again not to mention in her bed but she was putting him in danger as well as herself by allowing her emotions to get the better of her.  'I can't let it happen again.  Not until this situation is resolved.'  She silently vowed to keep her distance from him for the remainder of the time that it took to catch this woman.  'This woman…this woman…'

            The wheels in her mind kept revolving round and round as she pondered the intrusion of this other person in her life.  As the water continued to cascade down her back, so did the images of a young girl that appeared in her mind.  'Mary Jane, that's who the handwriting belonged to, Mary Jane.'  She allowed herself to sink onto the base of the tub as the water continued to fall on her.  Mary Jane, the scrawny, mousy, introverted girl she had known as Mary Jane.  She shook her head at the flashbacks.  They were going to have to pull out the DSAs and find her in one of them.  Maybe they could do an age enhancement of her to see what she would look like now.  She climbed back up and finished her shower then dried off and dressed in a simple but very professional light beige pantsuit.  After she finished her makeup and hair, she dialed Jarod's cell phone and told him to meet her in the Imaging room as she shut and locked the door behind her.  She stepped into the elevator and set it for the basement, then a thought made her smile, 'Maybe I won't have to keep my distance from him after all.'

            When she made her way to the Imaging Room, voices she recognized as belonging to Jarod and Sydney reached her.  She walked up to them just as they turned to see her.  "So, what's up?"  Jarod asked as he watched her walk over to the hidden safe.  She opened it and pulled out a box of DSAs with her name on it.  She grinned at them and then started to rifle through the box until she found a couple of the DSAs that had the dates on them that she was looking for.  She handed one to Jarod and asked, "Would you mind inserting this and playing it, please?"  She left the box on the table and then went to join him.  The DSA she chose contained footage of one of Sara's worst times at the Centre when she was still a little girl.  Jarod and Sydney recognized it immediately and turned to stare at Sara as she watched the scene play out in front of her.

            The dark haired teenage girl was running for her life down the dark hallway.  Her breathing was heavy and her legs were losing the ability to carry her.  In the background, the sound of dogs barking could be heard causing her to turn back around to see where they were.  Tears were streaming down her face and visibility was being lost.  Suddenly from out of nowhere a hand grasped hers and pulled her upward into a vent in the upper portion of the wall.  "Hang on Mary, I got you." 

            Mary looked up into the face of her savior, a twenty something Jarod.  "Help me Jarod, please.  Pull me up."  Jarod pulled her into the vent with the unsuccessful effort of Mary's help.  Her breathing started to slacken as Jarod pulled her into a hug.  Suddenly they heard a terrorized scream floating down to them through the venting shaft.  It continued and became more persistent causing Jarod to tense as he realized the scream came from Sara.  'She's being taken to the Pit.'  He soothed Mary by running his hand over her hair and then he cupped her chin to make her look at his face.  "Mary, you're gonna be okay.  I have to go.  Sara is in trouble.  Go back to your room and rest.  I'll check on you later."

            "What are we looking for Sara?" Sydney asked speculatively.

            Sara didn't answer him right away but kept on scanning.  "Jarod, stop the DSA about three seconds back."  Jarod rewound the tape the three seconds she required and then Sara leaned down to the screen and squinted at the image of Mary.  "Can you bring her face forward and clarify it a little more?"

            "Sure, but why?"  Jarod asked as he worked on the image.  The cropping of the picture took a few minutes and Sara stole that opportunity to pace and let her thoughts gather in regard to what she was going to propose to them.  "Okay, I got it, but I don't remember the girl very well.  I do, however, remember the incident clearly.  Who is she?"

            Sydney broke in before Sara did.  "Mary Jane.  She was one of my projects but was taken from the Centre shortly after this incident.  I never saw her again.  She was an introvert that the Centre had wanted to research.  Her intelligence level was quite near to both of yours but she just couldn't deal with the amount of people that was foisted upon her."  Sydney looked over at Sara as she stared at the screen.

            "Jarod, is there anyway to do an age enhancement of her and see how she would look in her thirties?"  He nodded in the affirmative at her question and proceeded with the process.  Sara slowly sat on the arm of his chair as she watched the image transform and when it was done they stared at the screen in astonishment.

            "Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable Sara, I am sorry.  I put her on your detail to protect you and here she is placed in the perfect setting to eliminate you.   I am really sorry."  Jarod stared up into her face and tried to convey, the best that he could, how much remorse he felt for putting her in that position.

            Sara touched his face softly as she said, "It's alright Jarod.  It isn't your fault.  I checked over her background as well and never saw anything warranting a deeper review."

            "Why is she doing this?  Why is she so fixated on you?"  Jarod asked her not comprehending why this girl that disappeared so many years ago would be bent on killing Sara.

            "She isn't fixated on me Jarod.  All her attention is drawn to you and always has been."  She let the last of her words hang in the air to impress upon Jarod how long this had been building up in this girl.  The look on his face let her know that he wasn't going to get it.

            "She used to follow you around like a puppy, Jarod."  Sydney filled in for him.  "She used to think of you as some kind of hero especially after that time you helped her with those dogs that were chasing her.  She feared them more than anything, even more than public gatherings.  So, when you saved her from them, she turned to you like you were a god."

            "I never realized that.  I hardly even remember her at all."  Jarod tried to think of other instances he may have seen her and couldn't place her anywhere in them.

            "That's just it Jarod," Sara explained, "You didn't notice her because your attentions were drawn to protecting me.  Like those times I was in the 'hole'.  She probably knew every time you helped me and she thought she was being replaced.  She would hate me with a vengeance because of stealing you away from her and then when she was taken from the Centre, it was made worse."

            "Well, what should we do about her now?  Hauling her in here and interrogating her isn't going to work."  Jarod stared at his two team members and then saw the look in Sara's eyes that told him she already had a plan.  "Sara, no, you are not going to set yourself up as a bait.  Sydney and I are already in enough hot water with Grissom and this would just be enough to send him over the edge."

            "Don't worry about Grissom.  As far as they are concerned, they have no need to know about this operation.  It's too dangerous for them anyway.  They aren't used to being in the line of fire like we are."  Sara stood back up and smoothed out her jacket as she told Jarod and Sydney about her plan.  "Matt, Jackson and Greg are the only other ones I want involved in this.  Not a word is to be breathed to the others about what we are doing."

            "I'll call Matt and Jackson and have them meet us in the conference room.  Why don't you locate Greg and get him down here as well?"  Jarod said as they quickly left the room. 

            "Jarod, I would rather not meet in the conference room, it's too open for viewing by anyone walking through the hallways and the arena.  Why don't we take this up to your rooms and discuss it there?"  Sara wanted to make sure to keep their plan as low key as possible.

            Jarod nodded that it was a good idea before setting out to gather the rest of their group.  It was never a concern for any of them that they had left the door unlocked and the DSAs out in the open.  At least it wouldn't be a concern until much later.