Twenty-four hours later the team was still struggling to find some evidence to try and locate Sara. Greg was still working on the DNA analysis, and the rest of the team was trying to come up with a pattern. Grissom decided to go check on Greg. "Greg, you finished with that DNA yet?"

"No Griss, you'll be the first to know."

"How close are you?"

"A few minutes and I'll have the profile, then I have to put it through CODIS."

"Call me as soon as you get something."

"You know you might not get anything."

The icy stare that Greg received told him to shut up and get back to work.

Sara felt her arms start to pop out of socket because she had been hanging by them for so long. She screamed when her right shoulder dislocated.

"Now Sara, you know no one can hear you, hush up," the electronic voice prodded.

"Let me go!"

"Now why would I? I've been doing all of this for you, every single one of them. You see, you were so pretty, but I needed some time to get everything set up."

"You raped and murdered all of those innocent girls?"

"Oh, they weren't so innocent, and you aren't either."

"Why can't you let me down, you didn't handcuff any of the other girls."

"You, Sara Sidle, super CSI, aren't any other girl. Special person, special treatment. You're too smart to let loose."

"People are going to miss me, they are going to hunt you down."

"Oh, who, your honey Gil? He has already been proven inferior. I am so much better than him."

"Gil is so much better than you could ever be."

"Oh, we'll see about that. You do recall what happened to all of the other girls before they died."

Sara's eyes widened in horror. "You..."

"We don't need to use naughty words. Your time will come soon enough milady."

Sara screamed and was succumbed by tears again.

Greg finished the DNA profile and sent the data into CODIS for comparison. About ten minutes later the machine blinked and displayed a name on the screen. Greg was shocked at the revelation and pulled out his cell phone. "Grissom."

"Griss, I got something you're going to want to see."

When Sara heard the door open, she quickly turned to try and see her captor. "Uh, un, uh," he spoke, technology absent, "you can't see me yet."

He turned out the lights and walked closer to his prize. "I want to give you a little something first."

Sara whimpered as she tried to determine where the man was. She heard metal scratching against the concrete floor and more chains being latched. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"You'll find out soon enough my dear."

The man latched a few more chains into place and pulled out a set of keys. "I'm going to be nice and get your hands down from the ceiling. You try and fight me, and I'll end it right here."

He unlocked the handcuffs and grasped her arms tightly behind her back. Suddenly he jerked her down toward the floor, and her spine connected with the newly installed bench. "Ah, sorry, bet you didn't think that was there."

More tears started to form in Sara's eyes as her back started to throb. The man locked a new set of handcuffs around her wrists that were already attached to the floor. "Now, I hope you're comfortable because you're going to be staying this way for a while."

Sara realized what was going on and she started to struggle. "Don't struggle," the man said sarcastically, "that only makes it better for me."

He started to lower his face next to hers, but stopped. "Oh, I almost forgot."

The man pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and tied it around her head. "Let there be light," he crossed the room and flicked the switch.

Sara continued to struggle, but the man straddled her body. "Now, now, I'll take care of you, you'll be fine."

He grasped her chin and forcefully kissed her lips. "Now for the surprise."

The man reached down and pushed the blindfold off. All that could be heard was Sara's screaming realization before he attacked her lips once again. It's over, it's all over.