For how much evidence he left at the scene Sara was shocked to find that every single finger print and hair belonged to their victim, Susan Waterhouse.

Running her fingers though her curly hair she glanced at Grissom.

"The knife matched the set in the kitchen, weapon of opportunity?" Sara questioned.

"Possibly" was the only reply she got.

Figuring that she wouldn't get any answers going over the evidence with Grissom she decided to run though it silently in her head. The rope used to tie her to the bed matched some rope they found in the basement and every drop of blood on the sheets belonged to the vic.

She sighed and leaned her forehead against the glass window of the SUV. It had stopped raining hours ago but the sky was still gray and it was even colder out now.

"Sara, what do you think happened?" Grissom asked keeping his eyes on the rode but laying a gentle hand on her knee.

The previous night he had shaved his head and picked out a pair of leather gloves. He sat out his clothes and set his alarm. Tomorrow he would be ready.

It was mid afternoon and he stood hidden in the forest beside her cottage. He his hat on and slid his hands into his gloves.

The doorbell rang and without even looking, she opened the door. The only time anyone ever bothered her out here was if someone was hurt. Quickly realizing whom it was she tried to close the door but he was too strong. Over powering her, he pushed open the door knocking her to the ground. He turned calmly and shut the door he was in no hurry.

She backed up sliding along the tiled floor backwards. He followed her and she screamed when her back hit a wall. Cornering her, he punched her in the face and she fell to the ground unconscious.

When she came to she was naked on her bed with her arms and legs tied to the bedposts. She struggled against the ropes and tried to scream but shes gagged.

Hearing her struggle, he came back into the room brandishing a steak knife. She whimpered silently pleading for him to not hurt her.

He climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips. Slowly brining the knife down to her chest, he smiled.

She would pay. He would torture her until she begged him to stop and then he would kill her. Quickly he brought the knife down across her left breast, then again and again, doing the same to the other.

Laughing as she screamed he wrote BITCH across her stomach. Reaching over to her bedside table he grabbed the first thing he found and proceeded to rape her as she screamed into the gag.

He took the gag off and she begged him to stop.

He Smiled. "Oh Ill stop once Iv killed you don't worry." She screamed and he picked the knife up and shoved it into her throat.

That'll shut the bitch up. He thought.

It was five o'clock, they had been searching the house for hours and had yet to come up with anything helpful.

Sara walked out the front door and sat down on the steps. She put her head in her hands.

Damn it, I will not cry

She closed her eyes and bit her lip silently willing herself not to cry but the tears came anways. Grissom walked out the front door and saw Sara's frame shaking with quiet sobs.

"Sara, honey." He called. When she didn't look up he kneeled down in front of her and took her hands in his own. She looked up slowly with red rimmed eyes and tears streaming down her face.

He gently cupped her face and stroked her tear-streaked cheek with his thumb.

"Damn him Grissom, damn him, he tied her up and tortured her. Damn his the fucking bastard, he doesn't deserve to live." She wiped furiously at her eyes.

"He raped her with a fucking candle." She screamed holding up the evidence bag with the bloodied candle. "And we are getting no where."

She broke into sobs and collapsed against his shoulder. Grissom looked slightly surprised but wrapped his arms around her gently and rocked her until her breathing slowed.

With a hiccup, she pulled back and smiled.

"Thanks"

He ran a hand through her hair. "You okay now?"

Sara nodded "Im fine."

Grissom smiled. "You sure?"

Sara nodded. "Well Im not" He said looking dejected. "I think I might need a hug."

Sara smacked his arm and pulled him to her laughing. He tightened his hold on her and smiled

She really had no idea how much he actually did need that.

"Im going to take a walk and go back to where we found her body. If I get lucky maybe Ill find something we overlooked before."

Grissom released her hand as she stood up. "Ok be careful."

"Will do."

Ten minutes later Sara had reached her destination. The sun was rising but the day was still cloudy and overcast.

She zipped her jacket up further as a chill shot down her spine. It was creepy out here, maybe she should have had Grissom come with her.

Looking back through the dense trees, she could just make out the roof of the cottage.

Grissom was doing a once over the house, while Sara checked the dumpsite again. She told him she would be back in half an hour.

Standing where the body had been she looked once around slowly spinning around 360 degrees. Almost missing it through the thick brush, she spotted a scrap of brown fabric flapping in the wind.

Pulling out an evidence bag, she made her way over to the bush. She snapped a few photos and the bagged it. Over the noise of the camera flash, she failed to hear the snapping of a twig until it was too late.

A heavy log was brought down over her head and the world spiraled out of control as everything went black.

TBC

He he he don't you just love cliffhangers? Lol I know Im mean, I hate them too. Will update tomorrow or Wednesday if I can. If I don't get it up before Thursday it way be a while. Im getting my wisdom teeth out.

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