The captor removed the piece of cloth from her mouth, and she coughed.

"I'm sorry, Sara, but I had to. You understand?"

She nodded. Being gagged, to her, seemed better than receiving another beating.

"Is he coming?" A part of her didn't want him to. A bigger part wanted him to burst in any moment and save her.

"It seems to be taking him longer than expected. But, we can find something to amuse ourselves with, can't we, sweetheart...."

Every inch of Sara's body tensed. "What?"

"Well, it seems we have something in common, at least. The wonderful - Mr Grissom."

"Why?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why do we have him in common?" Sara's curious character was getting the better of her, even in this situation.

"I met him when he worked on a case, six months ago. Bodies were found, women who were raped and murdered. Grissom had a man arrested. I was arrested. I protested my innocence, but no-one believed me."

Sara felt a chill. He saw her shudder, but continued.

"Then, while I was in custody, the real killer struck again. He took my wife." He slammed his fist onto the counter, and the instruments jumped and clattered.

Sara startled.

"Grissom could have saved her. He could have saved her."

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Grissom studied the files for past cases, systematically working through then discarding them, looking for something that would jog his memory.

He paused now and then to remove his glasses and rub the bridge of his nose, out of tired worry and frustration.

He picked up the next file and began to read.

Michael Holt, convicted of four counts of rape and murder.

Grissom's mind whirred. He remembered this one. He jeopardised the conviction because of a wrongful arrest.

And then it dawned on him

He got the wrong guy…

He found the name of the man first arrested for this.

Ian Brooks, Arrested before victim number four was attacked. Victim number four was…

Grissom flipped to the last page of the file. Melanie Brooks, wife of Ian Brooks.

 Oh god…

Grissom threw the file onto the couch next to him and headed for the computer at is desk.

He searched the records of warehouses and storage facilities for any owned by Ian Brooks. A match.

Grissom grabbed his jacket and his keys and dashed to his car.

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Catherine strode into Grissom's office only to find it empty.

There were files strewn everywhere, and his computer had been left on.

The investigator in her said he'd left in a hurry.

She checked the computer, and her eyes took in the information before her.

"Brooks, Ian. Warehouse 51…" Her voice tailed off as she read the address. She went to the doorway and yelled.

"Nick, Warrick! Get in here! Now!"

Pulled from their posts at computers they were in front of her in an instant.

"I think we've found the warehouse." She gestured to the screen, and the guys crowded to look.

"Let's go." Nick was halfway down the hall in an instant.

"I'll call Brass from the car. Have him meet us there." Warrick was hot on his heels.

"Wait…" Catherine was still stood in the doorway of Grissom's office.

"Where's Grissom?"

Both Nick and Warrick turned to face her. Matching looks of confusion were on their faces.

Nick voiced his thoughts first "You don't think he went out there alone, do you?"

Catherine didn't doubt it for a moment. "Warrick, Call Brass now, and meet us in the car." She barked, before staring at a run down the corridor.

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