A/N. First of all please read the whole chapter, secondly don't hate me for what I've written and please continue reading as otherwise you'll probably get the wrong idea. I may end up changing parts of this chapter depending on how believable it is to you all. Lastly thank you for all your reviews.

Sara woke to bright lights, hot bright lights she groaned as she went to roll over and then realized she couldn't move her body. What the hell? What was going on? Oh no she remembered now, that weasel taxi driver had drugged her, but how? The pin it must have had some sort of chemical that he injected into the skin. Her thoughts were interrupted by a face peering over her.

She moved her head to try and get a better look of the room. "We're awake I see" he commented with a smirk "Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you, we're waiting for a guest, you'll be happy to see him, but then again you might not when he does what I want him to do".

Grissom turned another corner .He was almost in a haze as he wandered the streets but this way seemed to be right as if there was some beacon he was following to his destination. After a half hour he was standing in front of a run down house on the edge of one of the old subdivisions in Vegas. He just stood there he wasn't sure what to do next, he couldn't just go knock on the door and say 'hey I think you have the love of my life in there and you're going to kill her, let me in'. So instead he'd have to look around then find a way in. He edged around the side of the building trying to see in the windows without much luck. So he gave up and walked to the back door and knocked. There surprisingly was no answer, may be he was wrong and this wasn't the place but something didn't feel right.

He cautiously opened the door and stepped inside. The hallway was dark and smelt damp with must. He proceeded down the edges of the hallway, as not to disturb any possible evidence eventually coming to a closed door. This door felt right she was in there, he grabbed for his gun and brought it level as he kicked the door opening swinging the barrel into the room. What he saw was like a thousand knives stabbing him in the heart, Sara was on the bed naked, she wasn't moving but he was sure she was awake and alive. Before he could react he was standing face to face with his tormenter.

"Mr Grissom nice of you to join us, I'd put that gun down if I was you" he asked

"No" Grissom answered as he started to walk towards Sara now being in her line of view.

Very well then Mr Grissom Grissom heard in his head as his hand moved involuntarily towards his temple gun in tow. The cold steel of the barrel pressed hard against his temple.

Would you rather I shoot you or her? A mocking voice asked as the gun in his hand started to move towards Sara. Grissom forced with all his might to drop the gun and eventually succeeded, the last thing he could ever do was hurt Sara.

Sara was watching the sight before her unfold, her heart was racing , she was confused Grissom had blood on his shirt, he was raising guns to his head and how the hell did he find her and where was everybody else. Her train of thought was interrupted as she looked at Grissom then towards the killer, they were just standing there not talking just staring at each other.

So, where do we go from here Mr Grissom?

I know where I'd like you to go, you know there's no escaping so why don't you just let Sara go and you and I can talk.

Wouldn't that be so convenient but no she has a purpose in fact I'd like you to kill her.

No

Try and stop me Mr Grissom you're weaker than I am, pick up the knife on the table over there

No matter how hard Grissom tried he couldn't stop his hand reaching for the knife. He felt like he was watching the scene unfold in front of him like he was on his own shoulder watching everything. He started to walk towards the bed to his beloved Sara and stopped.

Go on kill her you know how

Grissom faltered resulting in him smashing his shins into the side of the bed, but no matter how hard he tried to stop himself he still climbed on top of her. He looked down in her eyes, he saw the one thing he never thought he would, her frightened to see him.

That's it, now just raise the knife

No, no don't make me do it

By this stage his tormentor had walked close to the bed to get front row seats of the killing.

With all his might Grissom plunged the knife down, a gasp escaped from Sara's lips.