Grissom allowed his mind to drift off from the conference as he thought about the situation they were facing.  He couldn't take sitting and listening to the speeches anymore.  He whispered to Catherine that he was leaving but they should stay behind and continue with the conference.  With heavy thoughts running through his head, he found himself suddenly in the hallway facing the Arena.  It was really quiet except for the activity down inside the base of the Arena.  He glanced around quickly to see if he was missing something and finding that there really wasn't anyone around, he slowly made his way to the other side, getting a little snoopy with the place.  He found a hallway on the other side and followed it down until he found an open door to a room titled Imaging Room.  There was a flashing of light as he stepped inside and it came from one of the monitors.  He watched enthralled as he saw a young man pull something or someone, as he heard the scream, out of a hole.  It suddenly dawned on him what he was watching.  It was one of those discs that Jarod and the others had mentioned.  He now saw a younger version of Jarod holding a wet, shivering and bloody little girl.  'Sara, oh my God, it's Sara.'

            He took a step closer then sat down in the chair facing the monitor as he watched Jarod comfort her then slowly helped her take her clothes off and pulled her toward what appeared to be a makeshift shower.  The water was turned on until there was hot steam floating from it and the little girl jumped under the water.  She began clawing at her skin and her hair.  "Jarod, please get them off of me.  Please."  She screamed until Jarod approached her and began pulling bugs out of her hair.  A few minutes later, Jarod pulled off his shirt and wrapped the little girl in it then carried her away from the place and off the screen.

            Grissom was stunned.  That had to have been Sara and what had happened to her was just as she had described but was so much more real and painful as he watched it.  He quickly glanced around the room then found the box of the other DSAs and saw what appeared to be a briefcase that was open but had a portable player in it for the DSAs.  He took the currently playing disc out of the player, grabbed the box and portable player then he managed to somehow get back to the suite and into his room.

            A couple of hours later, Nick, Catherine and Warrick left the conference.  They headed to their suite to change so they could go out to the beach.  As they approached their suite, muffled speech reached their ears coming from within so they quietly entered.  They found the noise coming from Grissom's room and that the door was partially open so they stepped in and watched silently as Grissom rewound one of the discs.  What they saw shocked them as an older man approached an image of a teenage Sara, one they barely recognized.  He commanded her in Russian and then watched as she ran through a gauntlet of pre-positioned dummies and proceeded to execute, in several different ways, each one that was marked with a red X on it's chest.  After she finished, the man approached her as before and commanded her in Russian again.  She slumped down in exhaustion then the screen slowly faded to black.

            Grissom turned around quickly and saw the group standing behind him.  He switched off the DSA and stood to face them.  "Don't breathe a word.  You didn't see this here.  If Sara finds out I have them, fine, I'll deal with that but I don't want her to know any of you have seen them.  It would kill her to have her privacy invaded like that."

            Catherine was about to say something when Warrick stopped her with his hand on her arm.  "He's right.  Of all of us, he will be the one she will be the least mad at.  She'll still be mad, just not as bad."

            Nick, with arms crossed nodded in agreement.  "Yeah, we don't want the wrath of Sara coming down on us.  Been there, seen that."

            Catherine acquiesced reluctantly.  "Grissom, just be careful.  She's still going to be mad and yeah, I know, we have no business in your love life but this could really jeopardize it."   She and Grissom eyed each other until he nodded his understanding.  Catherine then grabbed both of the boys by the arm and led them out while shutting the door behind her.

            Grissom continued watching the DSAs and doing so made his heart ache.  Some were so horrible that if he hadn't known her, he would have thought she died.  He watched as she appeared on screen, maybe at the age of eleven, and disobeyed Mr. Raines yet again.  He had her thrown in the 'hole' and when the DSA continued, it showed her being hauled out of it, unconscious.  Her skin was red, bleeding and she showed no sign of life until Mr. Raines slapped her awake.  When she did, she was in a fit of rage and tried to attack him as if she had all the strength in the world.  The DSA abruptly ended at that point.  He pulled out another one and began playing it.  This time she was at a very young age, probably about five or six years old.  She was being trained in some form of martial arts. 

            Nick chose that moment to pop his head in and asked, "Grissom, would you like coffee or maybe something else to drink?"

            A couple of minutes went by and Nick repeated his question.  Grissom turned and blinked at him.  "Sorry Nick, I didn't hear you come in.  And no Nick, I'm really not wanting anything."  He saw Nick's eyes fix on the screen then the recognition that flared up in the young man's eyes.  "Nick?  Is there something wrong?"

            Nick walked closer to the desk and stared at the screen and the little girl.  "Grissom, I've seen her before.  I've been having some, well, some sort of flashbacks of myself as a young boy and seeing a little girl in them.   She looks an awful lot like her."  He pointed at the little girl on the screen.

            Grissom, already having turned back to the screen was engrossed in the scene again and didn't really hear Nick.  "I'm sorry, Nick, what did you just say?"  Grissom turned his attention back to Nick but watched as he shrugged his shoulders.

            "It's nothing, Grissom."  Nick took one last look at the screen, shook his head and then turned to walk out of the room, however, he forgot to tell Grissom about the plans they were making for later that night.  He turned back but never said anything because Grissom's full attention was in that other world playing out on the screen and he knew he would never get him out of it.

            The other group finished their meeting and headed off into opposite directions.  Greg and Sara headed for the elevator and when the doors opened, Sara moved to step inside but then stopped Greg.  "Greg, I forgot something.  I have to go down to the Pit again.  I'll catch up with you later."  Greg nodded then headed off to his room. Sara reached the Pit and walked quickly to the Imaging Room.  "No.  NO."  She didn't scream it but it seemed to come from the pit of her stomach in a low growl as she took in the room.  The safe remained open but the box was missing and the DSA that was in the player was no longer there either.  She stood in the middle of the room with her arms at her side, hands clenched and a look of complete rage filled her eyes.  "No!"  'Who would have taken them?'  Her mind raced with possibilities but kept reaching only one explanation.  "Grissom."