Grissom stared at his watch for the third time in five minutes. Sara said she would only take half an hour, and it's already been forty-five minutes. Maybe she got stuck in traffic. Grissom quit negotiating with himself and picked up the phone to call Sara. The voicemail that answered him didn't please him too much. "Sara, it's me, you said you'd be back after half an hour, and I know it's only been forty-five minutes, but you're usually back already. Give me a call when you get this message."

Fifteen more minutes passed, and Sara still hadn't called him back. After trying her cell phone again and not receiving any answer, Grissom walked down the hallway to the lab where he knew Catherine was working. "Cath, I'm going to go check on Sara, I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Didn't she go to get food?"

"Yeah, but she said she'd be back half an hour ago, and she isn't answering her cell. I just want to go down there and make sure she's okay. Hold down the fort for a few minutes."

"You know Gil, I am supervisor of a shift..."

"So you keep telling me. I'll be back in a few minutes."

When Grissom pulled into the parking lot of the deli he noticed that Sara's car was still in the parking lot. He quickly got out of his car and dialed her cell phone once again. The distinctive ring of the lab cell phones rang out in the darkness and Grissom jumped. Stop overreacting, maybe someone else has the same ringtone. Grissom ventured over toward the car and the sound of the cell phone became more pronounced. He noticed something glinting near the edge of the other streetlight in the parking lot and walked closer. On the ground lay a strewn open bowl of salad, a set of car keys, and the text on the now glowing cell phone stated 1 missed call, Grissom.

Grissom was immediately back on his cell phone calling Catherine. "Willows."

"Cath, Sara's missing," he said hurriedly.

"What do you mean missing Gil, she's probably on her way back now."

"Her car is still in the parking lot of the deli, her keys and cell phone are on the ground, she's gone," Grissom said, exasperated.

"Gil, I'll get Brass, you stay there, we'll be right there."

Grissom stormed into the deli and spoke to the lone cashier behind the counter. "Did you see a brunette woman come in here a little while ago, about 5'9"," he pulled a picture out of his wallet and showed it to the cashier.

"Yeah, she came in, ordered two salads, stayed and ate one, and took the other with her when she left."

"When did she leave?"

"About forty minutes ago."

"This woman's car is still in the parking lot, and she is missing. Did anyone else come in around that time?"

"No, it's been a pretty slow night."

"Stay in here, the police will be in soon to question you."

Grissom walked back out of the deli and grabbed his kit out of the back of his car. He sure wasn't waiting for Brass and Catherine to get there to get started in his search for Sara.

When Brass and Catherine arrived, Grissom was taking pictures of the scene. Grissom heard the car pulled up, and he turned around. Catherine walked up to him and pulled the camera out of his hands. "Get away from the scene so this isn't contaminated in court Gil."

"Catherine, leave me the hell alone, she's missing, and I have to find her," he tried to take the camera back.

"We will Gil, but you know you can't touch this. Go tell Brass everything you've found out and see if you can get the security tapes."

Brass pulled Grissom away from the scene and back toward his car. "Is this what it looked like when you got here?"

"I pulled in the parking lot, saw her car, and called her cell while I went to investigate. I heard her phone go off, and I continued to walk toward her car. Then I saw the salad, her keys, and her phone. I called Cath and went to talk to the cashier inside."

"He see anything?"

"No."

"The uniforms should be here any minute to question him. We can go get the security tapes to bring back to the lab though."

Grissom nodded and the two went back into the deli.

After acquiring the tapes from the deli and leaving the cops to ask the cashier more questions, Grissom and Brass returned to where Catherine was working. "You find anything?" Grissom asked.

"Not besides the obvious. I'll keep looking for a little while, but there's nothing here."

"I'll print the driver's side door and then have the whole car brought back to the lab."

"I'm going back to the lab to look at the security tapes. Nick and Warrick will be ready to help you when you get back to the lab."

Catherine nodded. "We'll find her, Gil."

Grissom turned and followed Brass to the car. We better, I need her.

"Greg!" Grissom yelled down the hallway upon entrance to the lab.

Heads turned throughout the lab as Greg ran around the corner from the DNA lab. "Griss?"

"Sara's missing, you and I are going down to the A/V lab to try and see if we can catch a glimpse of what happened."

Greg nodded and trailed after Grissom to the A/V lab.

Grissom and Greg sat in the A/V lab intently watching the tape. So far they hadn't seen anything, and Grissom instructed Greg to fast forward the tape until they saw some kind of movement. "Greg, stop the tape," Grissom stated.

Greg stopped the tape and looked expectantly at Grissom. "That's ten minutes before Sara would have gotten there. Okay, now play the tape."

They kept watching the tape and caught the first glimpse of a car a minute later. "Slo-mo this."

Greg pressed another button, and the two of them watched as a sliver car came into view. "That matches the make and model of the car in the serial case," Greg uttered absentmindedly.

Grissom nodded his head, and they continued to watch as he parked the car in the darkness. About seven minutes later they saw Sara pull into the parking lot and walk into the deli. "At least she parked in the light where everyone could see her, she knows her stuff."

"She still got kidnapped Greg," Grissom said testily.

Greg kept his mouth shut once again. They watched intently until they saw Sara leave the deli. Wary of Grissom's mood, Greg hit the slo-mo button again before Grissom could ask. They watched as Sara took her keys out of her pocket to open the door, and then they saw the man hit her in the back of the head with a bat. "Well, that's why there's no sign of a struggle," Grissom said.

Greg kept quiet as they finished watching the rest of the scene. The man picked her up and carried her back into the darkness where his car was. Seconds later they saw the silver car drive out of the parking lot, just as calmly as it had driven in. "I couldn't see the license plate at all, he had it covered over," Greg stated.

"Couldn't get a very good look at the guy either. Go find Archie and see if he can do anything with this. I'm going to find out how they're doing with her car."

Greg ejected the tape and meandered down the hall to find Archie. Grissom took out his cell phone and called Brass. "Jim, I need you to put out another APB on that silver car. This time put Sara's picture with it."

"Gil, this doesn't match the serial."

"We looked at the tape and saw the same make and model silver car enter and leave the lot at the deli. Sara matches the description perfectly."

"Did you get anything else off the tape?"

"License plate was covered over, never got a good look at the guy. Archie's working on it now."

"You'll be the first to know if I find out anything."

"Thanks Jim."

Grissom walked into the garage and found Nick, Warrick, and Catherine printing the outside of the car. "Guys, stop printing."

They all quizzically looked up at Grissom. "I just got finished looking at the tape, he never touched the car, forget it."

They set the fingerprint powder down and Catherine moved to pick up her bagged evidence. "All I got at the scene was her cell phone, the salad container, and her keys."

"Print the cell phone first, he took it out of the clip, so if there's prints, that's where they'll be."

"Did you get anything from the video?"

"Silver car that matches the make and model of the serial car. Brass put out another APB. For now, that's all we have."

Absolutely nothing.

Sara woke up and instantly realized that her arms were above her head. She tried to pull them back down to her face, but she discovered that they were handcuffed to pipes in the ceiling. She tried to move her legs, but they were handcuffed to pipes in the floor. Sara struggled to get loose, but her efforts came up fruitless. She let her head hang down, and she started to sob. "Help me," she wailed, "help!"

"No one can hear you here," a cold electronic-altered voice answered, "you're mine now."

Sara ignored her captor and continued to scream. When her voice failed her, she was forced to give in and let her head hang once again. "Grissom," she said, an almost silent prayer, "please find me, I need you."

I need you.