Trapped Inside

PG-13 for language/ Romance/ violence

Genre:: Drama/ Angst/ Romance

Italics Thoughts

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"Regular text" Dialogue

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Disclaimer:: Ya'll wanted longer chapters, so I'm going to try. It's difficult for me to write longer chapters but I'll try. What I'll do to make ya'll happy..... Oh well. It'll be fun for me!

"Catherine! Where are you? Are you hurt?" Grissom said, the questions falling out of his mouth in a tumble.

"Grissom, just listen. I'm not hurt and I'm in a house outside of Las Vegas. You've got to find me. He's going to do that locked-in syndrome to me. I don't want to die. But, Grissom, you have to watch Sara. Whatever you do, keep a really close eye on Sara." Catherine whispered into the phone.

"What do you mean?" Grissom asked, his hand shaking slightly.

"Grissom, this guy has been watching us. He's always been watching us. Mainly Sara and I. His next target is Sara. You have to keep her safe. You have to. Please." Catherine said, the phone crackling slightly.

"Catherine, you're breaking up." Grissom said, trying to hear Catherine.

Click.

Grissom had been disconnected from Catherine. He slammed the phone on the receiver, angry at everything that's been going on. Sara walked towards Grissom, a smile on her face.

"The killer left a tell-tale sign." Sara said, her eyes lighting up.

"What?" Grissom asked, a new eagerness to his voice.

"There was a hair left on the D.B. We put it through codas and it came up. His name is Jerry Stevens. He's had a previous offense for rape. And guess what his profession is?" Sara asked, knowing that Grissom will probably already know.

"A surgeon. I'll call Brass to bring him in." Grissom said, walking out the door, loving Sara for her good eyes.

"I don't know!" an angry voice yelled, as he was being interrogated.

"Well, your hair was on her." Brass said, calmly.

"Well I don't know how it got there." The voice yelled.

"Brass, let me handle this." Grissom told brass, his voice shaking slightly. "This is how it went. You didn't kill Kairee, I'll give you that much. But you did find her. You saw her in a dumpster. You picked her up and when you saw what happened to her, you got scared and left her there. You left her there, you didn't even report her missing. More women are turning up dead and you didn't even have the courtesy to call her in?" Grissom said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I'm sorry, but it's not my job to call in dead people. It's to help the living." The man said, his voice haughty.

"Well, it's my job to find out what happened to these women and to stop it from happening again! It's not my job to put up with your attitude." Grissom said, moving towards the man.

"I—I want a lawyer." The man said, sticking his nose up in the air, but thoroughly frightened. Grissom walked out of the room, his temper rising.

"Hey, Griss. Another D.B. showed up. Her name is Sheliah Mayer. She's young, probably 10-years-old. The same tell-tale signs as the last two." Sara said, walking up the Grissom with a frown on her face.

"Sara, why don't you take a break. I think we all need a break. This is just leading us in a wild goose chase. We need fresh eyes. We all need to go home." Grissom said, forgetting Catherine's advice.

"Why? I'm perfectly fine." Sara said, but noticing Grissom's expression, she added, "But I could do with some rest. I'll see you later Griss." Sara said, heading towards the lockers.

Grissom rubbed his forehead, not knowing what to do. He could always go to his townhouse and sleep. But he had too much to do. He had to stop this serial killer. But, what could he do? This killer is going way too far by going for his own partners. Just then, he remembered Catherine's advice and what he said to Sara. Running towards the lockers, he heard whispering. It was Warrick and Nick.

"I think Grissom is getting way too involved in this locked-in syndrome case. He's needs to back off a little." Nick whispered.

"He's just concerned about Catherine. It's natural." Warrick was saying, sticking up for Grissom.

"Ya, well I think he's not giving Sara and me enough credit. We've been working our butts off and no thank-yous, nothing." Nick said, Grissom's temper rising.

What does he think this is? A fiesta?

"He doesn't usually give you thank-yous." Warrick said.

"Well, at least he acknowledges me." Nick said, dropping the subject.

Just as Grissom was about to yell at Nick, he heard a scream. Sara's scream.

"What was that?" Nick asked.

"Dunno." Warrick said, walking around the corner to see Grissom's shocked face.

Grissom ran towards the lockers, running to Sara. He didn't know what he would do if Sara was gone. His world would stop, everything suspended in nothingness.

As he walked into the locker room, he was shocked beyond his belief. He didn't know what to make of it. Everything seemed to stop, nothing would ever wake Grissom up, not even his own mind. He couldn't believe it. It had only been 5 seconds but it seemed like hours. What would he do? What would he do?

TBC

Okay, this is WAY out of character, I know that. You don't need to bother me on that. And as it might seem, it looks like Sara is dead. If you R&R, then I can make some changing and make it where Sara isn't dead. BUT you MUST R&R. If you don't, then good-bye Sara! No, I'm just kidding. I would never do that to Sara. She's like my favorite character next to Grissom. But anyway, R&R and I'll be happy. Thanks for all the review!

-Mel