Firebird Phoenix- I've updated soon only because you said please with a cherry on top : )
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"Grissom" Catherine's voice snapped him back to reality.
"Right, Warrick your with me were going to go over this place" he paused for a minute " Catherine I want you to go back to the last victims house talk to the neighbours, check the house again we have to have missed something". Normally Gil was not a man to have wanted to miss something, but just a hair could help him find Sara, and for once he whished he had missed it. "Nick get back to the lab go through all the files the tiniest thing check it".
"Is she.." Greg trailed of seeing the expression on his friend's faces. Grissom met his gaze and couldn't hold it, the look of despair in Greg's eyes must have met his own.
"Greg you help me and Warrick process" he continued as Catherine began to walk away, she didn't even speak to him although her and Sara didn't always get along he saw she shared the same look of despair, the truth being the reason they argues so much is because they both had the same strong will and spark. It was Sara's spark that he first found himself attracted too.
"I'm going back to the lab" Greg broke his train of thought. "Look I'm new at this and I might miss something….and well it's Sara and I know that I'm good in the lab it's how I can help". Grissom nodded and found himself strangely proud of Greg.
Sara's house was different to how Warrick expected it, he didn't know what he had thought it would be like; she didn't really spend much time there so he expected to be sort of clinical not homely. "Blood" Warrick pointed to a patch of blood formed on the carpet next to a coffee table.
"Get a sample and get it to Greg" replied Grissom. He found himself closely examining Sara's house just to be in her house made him feel close to her. They spent nearly an hour in silence processing the kitchen and living room, before heading into her bathroom. Warrick had offered to process her bedroom seeing Grissom's distress at not finding anything.
"Nothing. Hey Gris missing something" Warrick pointed to a cup on the side containing toothpaste. "Toothbrush" his face fell.
"Greg said there was some personal stuff in the basement.." he stopped. "He's being in her house" he whispered a chill spread up him. This man had being in Sara's house took her things, watched her.
"Nick was sat in the break room his hands were physically shaking. He held in his hands a plain brown file the edge of a photo could be seen hanging out.
His mind wondered to thinking about Sara. The image that appeared in his head was not one of great importance but of an ordinary day, he Sara and Warrick were playing basketball in one of the warehouses sometimes used for experiments. Nick was just about to shoot when Sara got the ball of him past Warrick and scored the other end. Nick insisted to Warrick he let her win. Warrick had just replied, "Yer man, you let Sara win" loud enough for her to hear and run back and punch Nick in the arm. His focus was now drawn back to the folder he held.
Slowly he opened the folder. There on top was a picture of Sara asleep she looked so peacefully.
"DAMN" he shouted slamming down the pile-causing photos to fly across the floor he paced the room and rammed his fist into the wall. Ecklie stood in the door way his face expressionless.
"You want to damage some more state property" he said calmly.
"You know what I don't care Sara was right about you.." Nick was in a rant.
"Why don't you tell me what agent Sidle said about me and we can get you both fired for improper conduct" Nick stood still his fist held tight by his side. He didn't know.
"Well that might not be a problem she might be dead so then you wont have to put up with her" he punched the table.
"Agent Stokes what are you going on about" a slight waver in Ecklie's voices would have told anyone else to back down but not Nick.
"Oh didn't anyone tell you, guess they were busy the serial killer's taken Sara and he probably…." Nick voice began to waver and tears formed in his eyes as he realised what he was probably doing. Sara was probably being tortured. He pushed by Ecklie not really caring what he thought of him. "Phone the sheriff I'm sure he'll tell you" Nick spat out as he left.
"Hey Greg" Greg was frantically putting varies test tubes in draws.
"The blood was Sara's I've told Grissom" he carried on now moving dishes from one table to another.
"Whoah Greg stop"
"Sorry it's just I don't have anything else. I need to do something" he mumbled.
"I know" nick said taking a bunch of dishes of him and placing them on the table. "You are helping" Greg managed a weak smile back. He allowed himself to think back to the last case they had worked together.
"So if the car was hit where's the other one?" Greg shouted across to Sara who was stood taking pictures of tyre marks on the road. There was a smashed up car further up from the skid marks and the right side had been completely obliterated on impact yet there was no other car. Greg began looking down the side of the steep slope and he noticed something.
"Hey Sara" he shouted as he carefully made his way down the side, the ground was wet as it had being raining and he was slipping only coming to a stand still by grabbing a tree branch. He lifted a branch that had fallen down revealing tyre marks.
"Car took of, hit the car veered of the road" Sara called making her way down the side. She slipped on some rocks grabbing onto Greg for support he two fell. Greg landed on Sara as he slide down the muddy side managing to brace himself using him elbow's and feet. Sara had not being as luckily she was laid propped up on her elbows in a large puddle mud covered her entire front and left hand side.
"Tell anyone," she growled, causing Greg to laugh.
"Well we found the car," he pointed to a jeep that was crushed onto a nearby tree.
"Looks like we got some more vic's better call the coroner" said Sara pulling her self up and attempting to wipe the mud of her only making more of a mess.
"Hey Greg you got something there" she said pointing at his face. Greg was still laughing at Sara soaking wet and covered in mud. It was then she launched herself at him wiping mud in his hair.
"I think you should try this new hair gel," she shouted as they both broke down in laughter.
Sara slowly came to, her head pounding at first she had trouble remembering what had happened but it came back al to quickly. She lay with her eye's shut afraid to open them. She could hear someone moving close by. She tried to move her arms and legs but found they were trapped she could only wiggle them.
"Awake?" a voice questioned from next to her. Damn he saw her move, she felt physical sick on hearing his voice not sure if it was that or the fact hat she had some sort of virus. Slowly she opened her eyes and found herself staring at the top of a car roof, she struggle to turn to where the voice was. Her vision wavered and became fuzzy she had to force herself not to vomit.
"I've got to say I'm proud of the mixture, I think it worked well, what with the fever and all" he grinned. Sara couldn't see what he was doing but his arms were constantly moving the view blocked by the passenger seat at the front.
"You did it" she managed to get out. She wished she hadn't. he turned to her and grinned.
"I think it's time we sent your friends a message" he said slipping gloves onto his hands. Sara's body shudder and braced itself for what he was about to do. She watched as e pulled an envelope from the glove pocket and a plain white piece of paper was pulled from it.
"Were going to send them a note. Don't worry they'll know it's from you" he reached over and stroked her forehead.
"Get off" she struggled against, what she now saw was three seatbelts. She was laid on the back seat a seatbelt stretched over her arms one over her middle and one holding her legs in places; they were fastened down with padlock to the bottom of the seat.
"It's no use. Were going to wait till it rains then were going to a place where we can have more fun" he reached over to whatever he had on the front seat. Sara felt her body tense as he pulled out a scalpel. He lent over and pressed it against her abdomen. Sara felt her blood vessels burst and cool liquid run down her side as he pulled the blade further along she screamed in pain. It was no use they were parked in the desert miles from the road. The pain went from searing to throbbing as he stopped cutting and reached for the piece of paper. He wrote in black ink JUSTICE then pressed the paper down on the blood that flowed down her stomach, causing her to call out again. She understood now he was going to sent that to Grissom, let him know he was hurting her. If only she had a way to let him know where she was. Sara thought back to a case a long time ago, a eye ball had being found by some bird spotters and they had worked out where it had come from by the things in the birds nest including soil. That was no use she tied down how was she going to get soil on the paper. A plan formed.
"Are you going to kill me?" she asked turning to look at him as much as she could.
"Not yet I haven't had any fun" he grinned watching the blood soat through the paper he was holding.
"I'm going be sick" Sara called out beginning to cough. Robert didn't want that if she was sick while tied on her back she would choke. He quickly reached for the key and undid the first two padlocks, exactly what Sara had hoped for. With one swift movement she freed her legs her punched Robert as hard as she could. He pulled her back as she reached for the door handle managing to get it open she launched herself to the ground. Her front half now dangled out the car she dug at the ground scrathing her finger as she was pulled in. she pushed her self to the side of him wiping her hand on the disregarded paper on the front seat. She felt herself being forced to lay back down, two hands pressed against her shoulders.
"Now that was not clever" he kicked her stomach, this time she did feel sick. She managed to turn herself enough to vomit down the side of the seat, coughing she was forced to sit up.
"Now that's more like it" pain and sickness that was what Robert enjoyed most. He now pulled the seat belt in its normal position and locked it so Sara was sat up. He pulled her hands and reached for a plastic tie in the front.
"I'm surprised that little mixture didn't slow you down more, I've seen people at the hospital worse of with flu" he grinned pulling her wrist together. He put a hand to her forehead and then reached in and kissed it. Sara once again began to gag. "you know they always told me it was the rush of being around sick people, the thrill of helping them" he started wiping Sara's mouth with a tissue as she tried to turn her head from him, tears stung at her eyes "but I'm not helping you and I'm still getting a rush" he continued.
"Grissom will find me" Sara shut her eyes and began repeating it to herself. She felt a needle jam into her arm.
"sorry but I have a errand to run and I don't want to you to get out" was the last Sara heard before blacking out.
