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"Hey" Nick said coming back into the break room where Grissom, Cath and Warrick were hunched over files.

"Paper's standard get it anywhere, same with the ink" no one expected anything else. Yet still it felt like a kick in the ribs. Time was running and they knew it.

"Posted in the middle of town, so there's no chance of finding exactly where it was from, Brass is trying though questioning anyone who may have dealt with it. Blood was a match to Sara's" he finished plonking himself in a chair.

"DIRT" Greg shouted running into the room waving a piece of paper. Grissom looked up at him.

"I found small amounts of skin in with the dirt, like when you fall over and scrape your self, skin cells belong to Sara"

"So Sara grazed her hands getting the dirt" Nick sat up staring at Greg for him to continue.

"Yes. Not only that but this dirt contains limestone, not common around here" he finished catching his breath.

Grissom leapt form his chair going over to a stack of shelves he rummaged through and pulled out a map.

"Old quarry" he said pointing to an area on the map.

"Around twenty minutes away lots of limestone there" Cath continued.

"That's a big area" Warrick added picking his coat up. "I'll call Brass get him and some offices down there. With that everyone left the break room.

Sara sat in the back of the car she had knocked the blanket away from her as she was hot, rain poured down and she found it strangely relaxing to listen to.

"UP" a voice woke her from he trance. Robert was leaning across undoing the belt that held her in place. "Time for a walk" he continued. He was now wearing a large coat, Sara somehow doubted she was getting one. Instead she began to tear at the paper in her pocket, she just hoped the rain wouldn't wash it away. Sara kept eye contact as Robert left the front seat walked round and opened the door. He grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her from the car. She was drenched in seconds, the cool rain relived he burning hot skin. She cold feel her hands were icy cold as the rubbed together holding the tiny pieces of blood soaked paper. Yet she still felt as if she were in a oven her body burned inside. She was now being dragged her feet were barley lifting from the mud. He body seemed like lead, they were already a good distance from the car.

"UP" Robert shouted again as she fell to her knee's Sara's numb hand struggled to separate a piece of paper as she got up she pressed a piece into the mud. She did this every so often so that after the tenth piece her knees were sore and her body shook every time she moved.

"Faster" she was instructed now she could see some old huts coming into view. She wanted to get there in one way, to be out of the rain that froze her skin and blurred her vision. What was gong to happen when she got there had made her want to run but her body failed her. She fell for the last time to the ground.

"UP. UP BITCH" Robert shouted tugging at her shoulders. Sara willed her body to move but no luck. Robert turned her so she was sat facing the way they had come he began dragging her as her legs trailed behind her she watched the water wash away the drag marks as she went.

The hut was dry at least Sara was thrown into a corner her arm connected with hard concrete. Robert went over to the other side of the room and began to remove his wet clothing. He then came back over and bolted the door. Sara eye's scanned the dark room. There was little furniture except a stand, which contained Robert's case, a bed and a table. Sara shook. The table had restraints on it one for each arm and leg. It was plastic and looked strangely sterile.

"Now you seem to think that you have power Miss Sidle" Sara attention was drawn by the voice. She struggled pushing herself up to s sitting position. Robert's case was open and he was advancing on her. Sara shuffled back but not enough to do anything but anger him.

"STOP THAT" he shouted. He grabbed her and pulled her from the floor. Sara kicked at him with her legs as she was placed on the table what little strength she had left her. Robert began tying her down. Sara laid and cried dreading what was coming. Sara was laid on the table half dressed all she wore was a tank top and jogging bottoms. Robert was circling her like a vulture. Scalpel in hand he began by placing at the top of her leg, just below her hip bone.

"Now what power do you have, the power to stop me, get rid of me?" Robert began to move the blade down Sara's leg cutting her trousers so they fell open like peeling a banana. Blood flowed down either side as Sara screamed in pain.

"Want it to stop" he asked when reaching the bottom. Sara was not going to dignify him with a answer.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION" he was becoming angry, but Sara was not going to lose what little pride she had by begging him to stop.

"ANSWER ME BITCH" Robert swiped at her face knocking her unconscious. "It's no fun if you're asleep" he whispered into her ear stroking the side of her face. Robert looked somewhat disappointed. He went back over to his case and pulled the medical kit out. He wiped at Sara leg with a cloth, allowing the blood to be cleaned before flowing again. The cut was mostly superficial and would heal with little help. Except as the end where he had started where the cut was deeper. Robert took out a dressing and pressed it to the top. "I always get carried away" he said gently kissing her forehead. "Your not leaving me just yet Sara, your not like the others, I like you. You have more power than most people this will prove to everyone that even strong women, can and will be taken. No one can hurt me anymore. We wont let them will we" he taped the dressing to the top of her leg and stoked it before heading over to the other bed and laying down. "Be up soon" he called.

TBC

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