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Sara slowly came to her whole body burned. She could feel pressure on the wound on her stomach. She slowly opened her eyes the sunlight caused her to squint. She looked down but a voice stopped her eyes from connecting with the hands that gentle lay on her stomach.
"Awake? Took you long enough" mumbled he man.
"We haven't being introduced I'm Robert" he spoke normally as if they had just met in a bar not kidnapped her. She though she should be asking questions like, why take me? Why do this? The truth was she didn't care she wanted out.
"Finished" he lent back across to the front. Sara looked down to see he had put butterfly stitched across where he cut her. The odd drop of rain could be heard on the car roof. Sara shuddered knowing that he was waiting for rain before he moved her.
"Cold?" he asked. She nodded and he reached by her. Sara stiffed her whole body as he lay a blanked around her. "As soon as the rain gets going were going walkies!" he grinned at her. Talking to her like she was a dog. Sara wanted to hit him but she knew that would involve her getting hit back twice as hard. She knew why he was waiting for the rain. To wash away and tracks and evidence. If that happened there was no way anyone would find her, not alive at least. Sara searched the car with her eyes. She noticed an old receipt lying on he floor in front of her. She slide across to where she could reach it with her feet.. she now almost lay her feet under the chair in front, her arms still bound at the wrist made it difficult sitting back up.
"You don't mind if I put the radio on do you" he said switching it on. "I think your friend's will have my message soon." Sara whished she could she Grissom's face when he got the message, it wasn't often he showed emotion towards her but she felt sure he would this time. She knew that he felt for her, to get a blood soaked piece of paper, she didn't know how he would react, would he break down or just act as if it was nothing.
Robert sat in the front he was playing with objects in a brief case on the front seat. Only this time Sara knew what they were. She had seen when he cut her. The case was full of scalpels all different sizes. It also quite ironically had medical supplies as well. She knew this man liked to stitch people up but not why. Robert seemed to be a mind reader to.
"You know all the psychiatrists said I liked to help the rush of doing something. The problem is I don't! I like to watch people in pain it interests me. But when I cause the pain I have the control." He turned to face her twirling a scalpel in his hand.
"I can hurt you and I can make it stop. I have control" he put the scalpel back down Sara let some of the tension go from her body.
"I can't wait to play with you" he smiled again.
"What's the rape about does that give you power?" she asked and wished she hadn't.
"Yes. It also stops rejection. No one rejects people with power; it's my reward for helping. Women shouldn't be given power. I have to show people that. Your going to play with me aren't you? I bet your agile" Sara's stomach turned she had to let Grissom know where she was. Slowly she bent down and tucked the piece of paper into her left hand. Robert had become engrossed in his tools again. So Sara was able to pick away at her stitches unnoticed, as she caused the blanket to ruffle, she bit the sides of her mouth to prevent her from calling out in pain. Her fingers then felt warm liquid run onto them she pressed the piece of paper onto the blood like Robert had done early and prayed it would work.
Nick had confirmed it was Robert Powell. Brass had been to his house, work and talked to his friends. No one had seen him for days or knew where he could be. Now everyone was gathered in the break room as Greg confirmed to them that Sara was poisoned and how. Not, which that helped.
Brass wondered into Grissom office he had come to see if they needed anything else. There was a large pile of post left on Grissom's desk.
"Never opens it" Brass mumbled to himself. He was about to leave when something caught his eye. Sticking out for the pile of mail there was an envelope with a red stain on it. Brass searched the side of Grissom's desk eventually coming across what he wanted, a glove. He folded the glove over the envelope and lifted it out. He could see clearly now that there was blood seeping through whatever was inside, he looked and at the address, it was hand written and posted through a large sorting office, he could tell by the postmark.
"So we have nothing" Catherine summarised. "He has no lock ups, garages, second homes, boats, nothing" everyone could tell she was become frustrated. Grissom on the other hand seemed calm. He was sat examining photos of the skid marks outside Sara's house. Well that was what it looked like. He was sat thinking about Sara. He could have lost her, he was angry with this man for taking her from him and he was angry with himself for leaving her alone. Mostly he was angry because he never built up the courage to tell her what he felt, he had come so close last week.
"Grissom can I speak to you?" asked Sara venturing inside his office. Grissom was knelt by the door when Sara walked in he quickly shut it causing her to jump.
"Don't open It" he instructed her. Sara walked over to his desk a little confused.
"Ere Grissom what you doing?" she asked as he began to crawl across the floor looking under units as he went.
"Watson got out" Sara looked confused for a minute.
"Watson?"
"Yes my tarantula, I was late feeding him and I think he got upset because when I got him out he scuttled of the table". Sara's eyes widened.
"WATSON'S A SPIDER" she shouted kneeling on the chair next to her bringing her feet of the ground.
"Yes, he wont hurt you, I didn't know you were afraid of spiders" said Grissom suppressing a laugh at the sight. Sara was gripping the back of his chair so hard her knuckles were turning white kicking her legs behind her and scanning the room madly.
"I'm not afraid of little spiders but that thing huge" she cried pointing to a corner.
"Watson" Grissom bent down and gently put his hand next to the spider allowing it to crawl on.
"It's ok you can sit now". Sara lowered herself into his seat watching Watson all the time.
"Would you like to do a experiment?" asked Grissom putting Watson to one side in a tank.
"What sort?" asked Sara cautiously?
"Flooding" he replied. "Now hold you hands out and close your eyes"
"Grissom if your going to do what.." Sara hadn't finished before Watson was once again removed and this time placed on the table next to her.
"Grissom" hissed Sara as the spider walked towards her.
"By being in the presence of a feared stimulus for a long period of time, extinguishes the phobia" he proudly announced. Sara had being so busy staring at Grissom that she hadn't noticed the spider crawling onto her arm.
"I want to be afraid get it of" he voice wavered and Grissom decided flooding was not the best technique to us on Sara. He lent out and gentle laid his hand on Sara's allowing the spider to crawl across. His hand remained long after Watson had returned to his owner. It wasn't until voices were heard outside that Grissom removed his hand. He should have told her then, but he was always looking for excuses, now he had none.
"Guy's" Brass's voice broke Grissom's daydream. Brass stood in the door way holding a bloody envelope.
"It's for you" he lay it on the table. Grissom reached for some gloves and began putting them on.
"Gris should you open it?" questioned nick. It was to late Grissom had already begun pealing back the fold. He slowly removed a red piece of paper. The smell of copper made Cath wince, the blood had mostly dried and as he peeled it from the envelope it made a noise similar to Velcro been ripped. He lay the note down so that everyone could see it. It simply read JUSTICE. Everyone knew who it was from.
"Greg DNA on the blood, Nick I doubt that it's anything but standard ink and paper but run it. Wait" Greg was just about to lift the piece of paper up having put on gloves.
"What" he asked.
"That's not supposed to be there" he commented reaching round for a swab.
"Dirt." Cath said as her swabbed the bottom of the envelope and paper picking up small grains of sand.
"I want this processing now. Robert did not put this here" he said handing the swab to Greg.
"Sara" Nick said smiling, knowing that at least there was a chance she was alive.
