"Greg, you got something?" Grissom asked, entering the DNA lab.

"You're not going to believe this," Greg stalled.

Grissom glared at Greg. "Greg, Sara's missing, spare me the intro."

Greg held up a printout, and Grissom's eyes widened with the unexpected information. "Ecklie!" Grissom roared.

Grissom read through the paper again. "Greg, are you sure you did this right?"

A hurt look crossed Greg's face. "I know how to do my job. CODIS doesn't lie, that hair came off of the vic's clothes. Ecklie wasn't anywhere near that scene."

"Except to kill her."

"Griss, what do you want me to do?"

"All hands on deck, get ready to go with Brass and check his house."

Sara knew she had her window of opportunity when her captor stopped touching her. "What's the matter, you can't perform?" Sara grinned at her realization, "You know, Gil never has a problem in that area."

A look of pure hatred crossed Ecklie's face and Sara threw in another blow. "You finally have me, and you can't do what you want with me. Good plan."

Ecklie punched her in the face and laughed evilly when she seemed dazed. "I suggest you learn how to speak to me," he growled, fleeing the room in anger.

Sara relaxed somewhat when he left the room. Good, I got just what I wanted, time.

"Did you get a location on him yet?" Grissom asked Brass.

"He's not in his office, big surprise. We're getting ready to go to his house. I need you to send some people over there to try and collect any evidence."

"I'm going over there," Grissom stared him in the eye.

"You're not processing. You can come to see if she's there, but you're not touching anything."

"Let me go tell Cath we're ready to leave, they should have everything all together and ready to go."

They pulled up to the scene, and Grissom looked at Brass in disbelief. "Well, I guess he lives kind of light," Brass joked.

Grissom returned a cold glare. "This is the address in the personnel file?"

"Yup, wonder how long he's been planning this."

"Get some dogs down here, I want to know if anything is on this property."

Grissom's phone rang on his hip. "Grissom."

"Gil, I think we have a problem," Catherine stated.

"Yeah, no house. Take everyone back to the lab and search for any properties in Vegas that might have Ecklie's name on them. Send Nick up to process his office."

"Do you want one of us to try and track down his car?"

"Leave that for Brass to do, just go and look up any properties."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm staying until they go over this place with dogs. Call me if you find anything."

Grissom hung up and Brass started talking. "Dogs will be here in a few minutes. Do you want to go down and start looking around?"

"Yeah, let's see if there's anything else here but dirt."

With Ecklie gone, Sara decided to take the opportunity to look around the room. There aren't any windows, I'm in a basement. Everything is cement, there is no hope of getting out of these handcuffs alone. Gil, I need you so much right now, please find me.

The officers had finished leading the dogs around the scene, and nothing had been found. "Jim, let's get back to the lab and see if you can find out what kind of car Ecklie drives."

"Oh, I know what kind of car Ecklie drives."

Grissom gave Brass a puzzled look. "Silver, same make and model as what we're looking for," Brass stated.

"Well, maybe you can try and find it?"

"How do you expect me to find it?"

"Jim, you're the cop. That model car has a locating system built into it. Get the insurance company to turn it on and see if you can locate the car. Of course, you're going to have to see if it's under his name or at least get a license plate number to find it, but most of the work is already done for you."

"Why thank you, you just told me how to do my job."

Grissom glared at him and spoke, "Let's get back to the lab."

Grissom entered the lab and Warrick approached him. "Griss, I think I might have something."

"What?"

"All of the drops where the bodies were found were 5.9 miles apart. Also, the drops are spaced oddly, but the pattern kind of looks like an S."

Grissom shook his head and looked at his hands. "You have a possible location where the next drop would be?"

"Griss, that would be too late."

"Where is the next drop?"

"I'll get you the possible coordinate window from the map."

Grissom answered his cell phone when it started to ring again. "Grissom."

"Gil, I got you a location, get your stuff ready again and we'll go out there."

Catherine told him where the location was and something clicked in his mind. "That's within the area that Warrick just gave me for where a drop could be made. He found an S pattern and found out that all of the drops were 5.9 miles apart."

Grissom's phone started ringing again, and he looked at the caller id. "Cath, I'll meet you out in the lot, Brass is calling me," Grissom hung up with Sara and switched to Brass' call, "Jim, what do you have?"

"I've got a location on the car."

After listening to Brass describe where the car was, Grissom sighed. "Jim, get a warrant and dispatch some uniforms to that address. Catherine linked a property in Ecklie's name at that address, and it matches the pattern that Warrick established. Cath and I will meet you in the lab parking lot to go out there."

"Alright, I'll be there in a minute."

"We're going in flashers off," Brass explained on the way to the house, "we don't want to give him the heads up or any chance to escape."

Catherine nodded, but Grissom stayed extremely still throughout the whole ride. "I want the two of you to stay back," Brass explained, "let the people who are trained to deal with this go first. Then, when we clear the scene, you guys can come in."

"Sorry Jim," Grissom barked, "I've never been to a scene before."

Brass gave him an equally potent death stare back. "Guys, cool down the testosterone," Catherine piped in from the back.

That earned her two glaring looks from the front seat. Everything was quiet the rest of the way to the scene.

Ecklie heard noises outside of the house and looked out the window. Police cars surrounded the house, and he watched the officers get ever closer. "Damn it!" he swore.

Ecklie grabbed his gun and disappeared through the trap door to the basement. Sara was startled when he came lunging back into the room. "That cop is too smart for his own good," he mumbled.

Ecklie didn't think Sara heard him, but he quickly found out that she had. "Help," she screamed, "Grissom! Somebody help me!"

Ecklie leveled his gun and pulled the trigger, causing Sara to go silent.

Everyone outside held their breath as they heard the resonance of the shot. "Go in, go in," Brass yelled to the officers.

All of the officers went into the house and split up to try and find Ecklie. "All clear," the calls came back, one by one.

"There's got to be a trap door somewhere," Brass yelled.

"I got it! I got it!" one of the officers yelled.

All of the officers streamed to the location of the trap door. "On my count," Brass yelled, "one, two, three!"

One of the officers opened the door and one by one the officers started to stream into the basement.

Sara felt blood streaming down her right arm, but she struggled to stay awake. "Help me!" she screamed again.

Ecklie shot another round into her shoulder and Sara cried out in pain again. "You speak again," Ecklie growled, "the next one goes in your heart."

Ecklie backed as far away from the door as possible and kept his gun trained on Sara. He waited for the cavalry to inevitably enter the basement.

"Ecklie, drop the gun, you're surrounded!" Brass yelled from the doorway.

"Surrounded am I?" Ecklie taunted, "I believe you're only by the door Captain Brass. Oh, and look who I have here, the beloved Sara Sidle. There's no way you're taking a shot at me while I've got this gun trained on her."

"Ecklie, drop the gun, you don't want to hurt anyone else."

"Why bother, she's the one I've wanted all along. I'm already going to get the death penalty, why not end it all here and take her with me?"

Sara saw that she somehow had to distract Ecklie so they could have some kind of a shot at him without killing her. "Ecklie, if you want to shoot me, why don't you go ahead, it won't bother me," Sara tried to stall.

Brass frowned at Sara's choice of words. "Shut up!" Ecklie shouted, waving the gun at her.

"Don't take that tone with me, I don't answer to people who speak with that tone," Sara mocked.

Ecklie was furious and he turned his back on the officers, gun still pointed at her shoulder. Brass took this opportunity and three of the officers fired at Ecklie's head. Another shot sounded off as his lifeless body crashed to the floor. Brass was at Sara's side in a second, pulling out his handcuff key. "Sara, you with me?" Brass asked, touching the side of her face.

"Gil," she spoke.

"An officer is getting him right now," Sara's eyes started to close, "Sara, you've fought this far, stay awake for me."

Brass was able to uncuff Sara from the floor, and he carefully laid her down on a clean space of the floor. "Is he..." Sara started to ask.

One of the officers nodded to Brass, and Brass turned back to Sara. "Yeah, he's dead, you don't have anything more to worry about."

Brass pulled off his tie and wrapped it tightly around Sara's shoulder. "Did that last shot hit you?" Brass asked, looking her over.

Sara's eyes looked down toward her right hand where blood was gushing everywhere. Brass took off his jacket and pressed the sleeve against Sara's hand. "You're going to be okay Sara," he comforted.

One of the officers led Grissom into the basement, and Grissom noticed where Sara had been trapped. Don't worry about that now, Sara needs you. Grissom's eyes also drifted to where Ecklie now lay dead. Many cold thoughts ran through his mind, but he crossed the room to where Sara lay on the floor. "Honey," he spoke, grasping her left hand.

Sara looked up toward Grissom, and he tried to wipe some of the tears off of her face. More tears immediately pooled at her eyes and fell down her cheeks. "You're going to be okay," Grissom kissed her cheek, "we'll get through this."

Grissom took a minute to notice her state of dress, and he inwardly cringed. "Sara, did he touch you?" Grissom asked.

"Almost, he tried, but he couldn't. He didn't come back to me until you guys were outside. Then he shot me. God Gil, it hurts so much," she started to cringe again.

"Shh," Grissom comforted her.

The paramedics came down through the basement door and assessed Sara for transport. After splinting her arms and transferring her to a stretcher, they brought her out to the ambulance and headed for the hospital. Grissom was in the ambulance with her and held her hand the entire way. I hope she's okay, I need her. God, it was almost too late, oh God.