Title: Don't Let Go

Rating: M for adult themes, violence etc

Author: Me (Moccachino Girl.)

Disclaimer: No I do not own CSI or any of the characters with it, unfortunately they belong to CBS. Hey guys it's my birthday in 28 days… okay fine maybe not.

Notes: This is my first (uploaded) fan fiction so I wouldn't set high hopes. But I hope you enjoy it anyhow. Bien lis, mes amis! (sorry if I got that wrong!)

…yes, w.p. is damn fine…kind of.

Prologue

It all happened too fast to comprehend. Sara was standing in the nurse's station, studying the photo of the little boy, confiscated by Nurse Mckay in the group therapy session. Grissom left to find the keys for the locked cabinet draw. Then she heard Adam Trent's voice behind her.

Time skipped. When did I end up in his grasp? Her mind reeled, screaming panic along her nerves tingling like live wires. There was something sharp against her neck… Oh god. I'm going to become one of his…

He slammed her against the wall, the impact firing bullets of pain down her spine, but Sara couldn't scream. Her throat constricted, and when she opened her mouth, nothing came out. The noise caught, muffled in her throat as she choked to breathe. He had his hands on her jeans. One hand had shoved them down, taking her underwear with them, and a poorly sewn rivet scraped down the side of her hip leaving a deep cut. The other held her wrists above her head. Sara kicked, but the effort was futile. She felt his cold hands on her and she shuddered.

She closed her eyes as raw tears burned down her cheeks and he painfully scraped his fingernails on sensitive skin. A blow to the head and her knees gave way, he moved her to the floor, his weight on her fragile body suffocating. His hands roughly kneaded her chest and Sara opened her mouth to cry out but no sound left her throat. He beat her and she lay like a ragdoll, blows raining down on her abdomen and her face. She couldn't fight anymore.

And then Sara was on the ceiling. At least, she felt like she was. She looked down in horror as Adam Trent forced himself into her, his palms on her collarbones holding him up. Sara could still feel the cold of the linoleum floor seeping into her bones. She could still feel the burning and the agony as he thrust himself inside her, brutally, painfully. He held her down and ground her into the floor. Her top was ripped, her jeans were down, her face was bloody and her body, bruised. But she felt like she was floating above it all, watching the story unfold like a sick horror movie - except she was the main actress.

She saw her head roll to the right to the window of the nurses station, and behind the wired glass, there was Grissom. He was pounding on the glass with his gloved hands, yelling something, but she couldn't hear him. The sound was strangely muffled. Her gaze flickered from Adam and her on the floor, Adam raping her violently, and then to the window where Grissom pounded the glass and yelled but was powerless to save her. Where are the keys! She could see the glass reverberating with the force of his fists hitting it, his face wild…angry. Furious.

Then a gunshot. The door handle flew to the floor with a clunk as the wood splintered and it swung open, Grissom and several uniformed officers spilled into the room. The noise was deafening as voices rose the roof and vibrated through the floor.

Adam was being pulled off her, restrained by a couple of the uniforms. For the first time since the start of the ordeal Sara let out a sound, a small whimper. Grissom knelt beside her with a blanket, wrapping it around her lower body tightly - he was speaking to her but she could hardly hear above all the noise.

"Sara?" The gentle voice was hard to make out. He looked up. "Has somebody called the paramedics! Call 911!" Grissom bellowed, his face tinged red, his eyes wild. But Sara looked up at him she could see the fear in them, as he looked back down at her. Gil scooped her upper body into his strong arms, holding her close to him, maybe a little painfully. She struggled to breathe, her ribs ached, her whole body shook uncontrollably. "Sara? Stay with me, please Sara…"

Her gaze moved down to the blanket, a white hospital issue, which was now stained with blood. There was blood on the floor, Sara's eyes followed it, wide and afraid.

"Honey don't look at that…" Gil put his hand on the side of her face and gently pulled it back to look at him. "Don't look at it…I've got you…"

Something about his voice bothered her, it was soft…compassionate. Grissom doesn't care. He just pretends to. But it's the closest you'll ever get.

"Please… don't let go." Sara rasped as she clung onto his forensics jacket, although it hurt her bruised hands, and she was losing strength altogether.

"No…no…Sara I won't I promise…I've got you…" He cradled her body, noting the sweat gathering on her clammy forehead, her hair matted down. Grissom knew she was fading out of conciousness, pain was enough to do that. He removed a glove and combed her hair from her face with his fingers. His palm was warm on her cold, clammy skin.

She looked up into his face once more as the room swam around her. He was crying. Well, no, strictly he wasn't…his face was the same but his eyes spilled tears as he cried out her name, but she could only see him mouth 'Sara' over and over….or maybe it was just once…before the darkness came and consumed her.

Okay there is the Prologue! Should I go on? Please read and review but be gentle I know this is dark but hopefully it will get better.

This is for all those awesome authors, hazelmom, annieb, Jayke Manners, Miss Jazz, Burntsugrr…you guys rock…and all the other ones I forgot to mention (sorry you guys). (Check out their stories they are amazing)

Keep writing! xx