A/N: Well, putting this story back up has put me in a good mood! So have your reviews, the lack of Sophia in this week's episode, and the news about Quentin Tarantino directing the season finale. Maybe Grissom will have to stab Sara in the heart with an Epi-Pen. We'll just have to wait and see.

Part Four

Catherine sighed and folder her arms. "What are you still doing here?"

Grissom looked up from his desk, bleary-eyed. "I could ask you the same thing."

"Ecklie needs me to testify in court in an hour. Did Sara go home?"

Grissom nodded. "A little while ago. Brass sent an officer with her; they're going to a secure hotel, or motel…." He waved his hands limply. "Somewhere."

"You don't seem satisfied."

"Not really." He took off his glasses and leaned his head on his right hand. "Can you talk something out with me for a bit?"

Catherine smiled and sat down. "Of course. Something not feel right? I mean, other than the fact that we don't know who this guy is yet?"

"Exactly." Grissom sifted through the photos of the bed sheet messages. "I don't get it. If this guy's target is Sara, why do this? If he wanted to attack Sara, why broadcast that he's going to?"

"Psychological games?" Catherine offered. "Fear is a big turn-on for some people."

"But why the big show? Why advertise his intent in front of the entire crime lab? He'd have to know that eventually we'd figure out what they meant, and put up barriers to keep her safe."

She paused, her eyes growing more intense. "What if he was counting on it?"

Grissom put down the photos and leaned back. "Who would want to have his target guarded by an armed police officer?"

The moment the question escaped his mouth, Grissom and Catherine stared at each other without blinking. Frantically pulling his cell phone out, Grissom looked around his desks for the police reports as he pressed speed-dial with his thumb.

"Captain Jim Brass," came the voice on the other line.

"Brass. Which uniform did you send home with Sara?"

"Fromansky. Why?"

Grissom stood straight up, startling Catherine. "Fromansky? Are you kidding?"

"Look, Gil, I know you two aren't the best of friends, but I'm really short-staffed this weekend, and he volunteered."

"He volunteered?" Grissom repeated, heading toward the door, his voice quickening a bit. "I need you to tell me where he took her."

"Sure," Brass' voice responded calmly, as papers rustled in the background. "Sphere, room 302. Gil, what's going on?"

Grissom motioned for Catherine to follow him as he headed down the hall. "I need a welfare check on that location, and officers sent to her place as well, right now. I'll explain later." He covered the mouthpiece with his hand, and turned to Catherine. "Sphere, room 302. I'm going to her apartment."

Catherine nodded. "I'm on it. Let's hope we're wrong, Gil."

Grissom's pace quickened as they headed to the stairwell. "I've never wanted to be wrong more in my life."

OOO

In the shower, Sara was becoming unsteady. She grabbed the shower bar for support, but continued to waver. As she put her back to the tile wall and began to sink down, the bathroom door squeaked open. Fromansky popped his head in, drew back the shower curtain, and turned off the water, revealing Sara. She was in a slumped sitting position, her eyes half-open, breathing laboriously and trying to move her arms.

Fromansky slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and turned off the water.

"Enjoy the tea?"

OOO

Grissom gripped the wheel of his Tahoe as he accelerated out of a right turn. He turned back and saw two units heading toward him, their sirens blaring. Grissom waited until they had passed, and merged in behind them, matching their speed.

He pulled out his cell phone and pressed the Send button, dialing the last number he had dialed.

"Come on, Sara. Pick up."

After four rings, her voice came on the line.

"You've reached Sara Sidle. I'm sorry I can't take-"

Grissom flipped the phone shut and tossed it on the passenger seat, exhaling nervously.

OOO

Fromansky laid Sara out on the bed, smoothing her hair away from her face. He reached for his handcuffs and then paused to think for a moment before returning them to his belt.

"You're not going to fight me, are you?"

Sara responded with silence and drooping eyelids.

"Good."

OOO