Disclaimer: Only in Perfect...Too bad we have Walgreens

Spoilers: None

Pairing: GS

Author: Sarah Bryant

Summary: The criminal never left the crime scene and Sara and Grissom are held hostage

Chapter 1: He Never Left!!

Grissom's POV

Sara and I were processing a house in which a double homicide had taken place not two hours earlier. A young woman and a middle-aged man were tied by the wrists ans ankles then shot once in the head and once in the chest. It was the third killing in a serial murder case. The guy killed younger women and middle-aged men.

"How sick is this?!" Sara exclaimed as she took out her fingerprint dust and started to dust for prints on the bathroom counter.I set my gun along with my cap on the counter and began working also. I started taking a few samples from the toilet bowl to see if the murderer might have went to the bathroom at the scene. Sounds wierd, but it happens.

"I know," I responded, "but I've seen stranger things."

"Why do people kill anyway?" Sra asked in a sad, soft tone. She was now lifting the prints. I saw her smile. Obviously she found something useful.

"Many reasons, Sara, many reasons," I replied, "for satisfaction, hapiness, buisness, pleasure, an--"

Sara cut him off, "Okay!"

We went back to processing the scene in silence. Sara was putting the fingerprint tape back in her kit when her head suddenly shot up and I saw her pull out her gun. She pointed it at the doorway.

"Didn't we let the officer go?" Sara asked me in a low voice.

"Yeah. What is it, Sara?" I asked her worriedly.

"Do you hear that Gris?" She asked me in a hushed, cautious voice. She started to stand up and walk up to the door slowly.

"No, what did you hear?" I asked. I started to stand up slowly. She stopped about four feet from the door.

"Shhh....I think I heard creaking Like floorboards creaking, "She whispered. She lowered her gun and turned her head to face me. At that exact moment a man wearing a ski mask ran into the room, grabbed her gun, threw it on the floor, and kicked Sara in the stomach making her fall back into the counter.

"Sara!" I called but she was hurt and didn't reply. The man had a gun. A shotgun. My gun was on the counter on the other side of the room. He took it and threw it into the hall along with Sara's.

"Don't move!" The man yelled, pointing his gun at me. I held up my hands and looked at him and then I focused on Sara. I started toward her.

"I said don't move!" He yelled at me. I stood where I was. My gaze still on Sara. She was bleeding where her arm hit an open drawer.

"What do you want from us?" I asked, Even though I know that he just wanted to kill us so that hee wouldn't be caught for killing those other people.

A man in the other room yelled for the man in the ski mask to come into the other room.

"I'll be back later," He yelled, "and don't even think about tryin' anythin' stupid!" We have knives in our kits but they are no match for his gun. He closed the door and locked it behind him. I absolutely despise dorrs with outside locks now!!

As soon as he shut the door, I bent down to my kit and took out a roll of new gauze I had bought to put in my first aid kit. I went to Sara. She had cut her wrist and some of her arm. I took two washcloths and ran some warm water. I pressed the first of the washcloths around her injuries to stop the bleeding.

"Can you press this on your cuts?" I asked as I handed her the dry cloth. She nodded. I walked back towards the sink and wet the second cloth. She winced a little as I washed her arm off. After I cleaned the wounds, I wrapped from her wrist to her elbow with gauze.

"Are you okay?" I asked in a worried tone.

"I don't know. My back hur--" She gasped. I walked around to help her up. I sat her in a chair on the other side of the bathroom. Then I lifted the back of her shirt up to see the damage. There were several major bruises already forming on her lower back where she had hit the counter. I had no ice to put on them.

"You have some really bad bruises." I told her.

"I'm fine." She said. I put the back of her shirt back down carefully. She got up to stand.

"I don't know, Sara,"I stated, "it is pretty bad.

"I said that I'm fine!" She said once again, "It doesn't hurt all that bad."

I know she's tough but bruises like that hurt very very badly.

"What are we going to do Gris?" She asked me as I walked around to the front of her chair, "He's gonna kill us." She began to cry.

"No! He's not! I won't let him hurt you anymore" I tried to comfort her but it obviously wasn't working.

"We're not armed. He took our guns, our only protection."

"It doesn't matter. I'm not gonna let him touch you again, Sar," I again tried to make her relax a bit, but she was still worried,"I promise."

At this, she stopped crying a little and took her head out of her hands. Her face was red and streaked from the hot tears that fell from her eyes.

" I promise." I said again. She put a hand up urging me to pull her up from the chair. I grabbed her hand and pulled her up into a hug. The embrace lasted a long while and I thought about ways to escape from this house.