She put the phone down, her hands shaking.

"Who was that?" Catherine asked, voicing everyone's thoughts.

Sara collapsed into a chair, her eyes filling with tears. "It's...it's all my fault."

"What is?"

She looked down at her hands. "It was Mike, he was...he was my fiancé. We'd only been engaged for two weeks when I ended it. Lets just say Mike got jealous very easily, I broke it off when he attacked one of my classmates as we were studying, he thought I was having an affair."

"What has this got to do with Grissom?" Nick asked, looking both confused and fascinated at getting a peak into Sara, and Grissom's, past.

"Mike went away for a while, to clear his head. When he got back I'd just started a relationship with Grissom, he found out and was upset, but I never thought he was this bad."

"Why wait so long?" Warrick asked, looking at each of them in turn, all replying with a shrug.

"Didn't you mention something about an anniversary?" Catherine suggested, picking up a photo and then dropping it straight back down.

Sara nodded, "ten years since we first met."

"But still, why wait ten years? Why not five? Or fifteen?"

Everyone drifted into silence as they thought over the question, Brass moving to pick up a few of the photographs.

Sara thought back over her relationship with Mike, trying to find a clue, any indication that he had been so dangerous.

It suddenly came to her. "We were together for ten months, and if we'd gone through with the marriage today would have been our ten year anniversary."

"You met Grissom on the day you were supposed to be married?" Nick looked half shocked, half impressed.

Brass spoke up, looking at one of the photographs intently. "There's writing on the wall."

"What?"

They all grab a photograph, squinting to make out the writing.

"It's a sign of some kind."

"I know this place," Warrick tapped his photo, "it's about ten minutes from here."

They all jumped up, running out of the building and into their SUV's, Warrick leading the way.

Reaching the warehouse Sara was the first to get out the car, pulling her gun as she ran to the door.

Kicking the door down, she moved quickly, ignoring the shouts from outside and any possibilities of danger.

She could feel Grissom, so she headed in the direction that her heart was telling her, the combined smell of his and Mike's aftershaves confirming her choice of direction.

She paused outside a closed door, knowing that what she was after was just inside.

Forcing the door open she raised her gun, scanning the room quickly and finding it empty.

"Grissom?" Her voice sounded hollow, as empty as the room she was in.

She replaced her gun, slowly moving around the room as footsteps signalled the approach of the others.

She spotted a tape player, partially hidden by some fabric, and knelt down beside it.

Picking up the fabric she identified it as Grissom's coat. She used the sleeves of the coat to press the play button, her CSI training preventing her contaminating anymore evidence.

She heard the rest of the team enter as the tape started.

"Hey Sara, I figured that if you are anywhere near as good as you are supposed to be then you'll find this place quite quickly. Me and my new friend have moved, bit like a ten step plan, each step takes you closer to the ultimate goal. Your probably wondering what I'm talking about, you never did understand me anyway, but there was a list of twelve things, gifts I suppose, that I was going to give you before we got married, now they'll count down to his death.

"The photographs were gift one, you'll get gift two tomorrow. Oh, and if you even think of trying to stop me, I will kill anyone in my way, including you."

She held her breath as she heard Grissom scream her name in the background, the noise causing a sob to catch in her throat.

"See you later baby girl." The tape stopped, leaving the room in shocked silence.