My Tourniquet

PG-13 for romance/ violence/ language

Genre:: romance/ Drama/ Angst

Italics Thoughts

"Regular text" Dialogue

Bold Italics Dreams

---------------- Scene Change

Stomping. Or a loud thumping noise. Running. Running down a long alley on a cold, dark night. Then suddenly, a forest. Running and weaving in between the trees, running away from something. Or someone. Then, screaming. Sara screaming. Sara in a room, all by herself, tortured, bruised, marred.

"Grissom! Wake up!"

Grissom woke up from the haunting dream. He shook his head slightly to get the picture if Sara out of his head.

"What? Oh....hi, Catherine. What is it?" Grissom asked, looking up to see Catherine standing in front of his desk.

"I have my old outfits. It's almost sundown, you ready to go?" Catherine replied, holding up the very revealing outfit.

"Good. Go get changed into it and we'll go. I'll....I'll go and get ready myself." Grissom said, goggling at the outfit.

"Okay. You alright, Griss? You seem....flustered. You need rest." Catherine was saying, looking at Grissom carefully.

"I'm fine. The one we need to worry about is Sara. I'll meet you at the front." Grissom said, picking up the phone and calling Brass. Catherine left the office to go get changed as Brass came on the phone.

"Brass."

"Are you ready? Catherine is getting changed and all we need is your men there." Grissom said.

"Yes, we have 7 officers waiting for your word." Brass replied, tapping the pen to his desk.

"Well, tell them that we'll be there soon." Grissom said, fidgeting with the 9 mm he pulled out of his desk.

"Are you alright Grissom? You sound shaky. Is everything okay?" Brass asked.

"I'm fine. You sound like Catherine. We'll see you there." Grissom said, hanging up the phone.

Catherine came into the office, a jacket over herself. Grissom couldn't help but reveal a small smirk.

"Hey, if I had it my way, I wouldn't be wearing this." Catherine said, pointing a finger at Grissom.

"Let's go."

Grissom and Catherine left the office and were on their way to the police station. Arriving there, Brass met with them to discuss the plan. It was settled. With the 3 police cars behind them, Grissom and Catherine led the way to the beat up old house where Sara was being held. Grissom dropped Catherine off at the house to do her work. Catherine rang the doorbell and waited. She slowly untied the jacket to slightly reveal her outfit. With her hair up, Catherine had a hidden microphone on her outfit so the police could hear everything that was going on. To Catherine's disbelief, she heard yelling and screaming inside the house as someone came to the door.

"Shut up! Who is it?" a man yelled at the door.

"A sponsor, sir." Catherine said, her eyes widening in shock as she heard Sara whimpering in the background.

"Name! Shut up! What do I have to do to make you shut up!" the man yelled again, slapping Sara in the face.

"Catherine, but you can call me Katie." Catherine replied, hoping that Sara was okay.

The man opened the door and inspected Catherine suspiciously. He inspected her from her head to her toes, resting a fraction of a second on her chest.

"I'm not interested. Go away! Bitch! Shut up!" the man growled, slamming the door in Catherine's face.

"But....." Catherine was about to start but just then stopped since the man was talking again.

"I'll kill you! You called your friend when I said you couldn't and now he's bringing his slime! I'll shove this gun up your sorry ass and kill you!" he yelled.

"Please don't! I didn't tell Grissom to send anyone! I just called him to tell I wasn't coming in today! Please, don't shoot....." Sara sobbed, but stopped short.

"Shut up! Your friend sent some slut Catherine to get you! I'll kill you!" the man screamed, cocking back the hammer of the revolver he had. Catherine didn't know what to do. She was getting this all on tape but he was going to kill Sara. Grissom came running up the driveway to the house followed by the 7 officers.

"We have to stop him. Forget about the plan. Screw the plan!" Grissom whispered, holding up his gun and motioning to Catherine to move. But all their efforts were gone to waste. Just as Grissom was going to bust down the door, gun shots rang throughout the area followed by screams and silence. Catherine could no longer hear Sara's whimpers. Grissom could no longer hear Sara's sobs. It was over in a blink of an instant.

What have I done? This can't be happening....I just can't. This is just a bad dream, yeah. A bad dream. What have I done?

Grissom and Catherine seemed to be thinking the same thing as the ultimate silence spiraled out of control.

TBC

Uh-oh! What's going to happen? Was it Sara that died or the guy? I'm still debating whether or not I should identify the man or not. Or I'll just make it where you guys make up who he is. A past murderer, a past lover, whoever. Anyway, R&R and maybe, just maybe, I'll make it a happy ending! So much for my happy ending.....oh well, I suck at singing anyway so I'll stop. Thanks everyone!