A/N: So here's the final installments. I can't believe it's done already! Thanks to everyone for their support, I can only hope that my next fics will be as welcomed! Enjoy.

Chapter 19

"What the hell did you do?" Grissom ran over to Sara and held her in his arms. Her eyes flew open with fear as she realized who was holding her. Struggling to be free, Sara moved around on the floor waiting for someone to untie her; praying that her baby was going to be alright. Stress can drastically affect a baby in the womb, especially in the earliest phase. Grissom remained frozen as he looked at Sara and then back to his Dad.

"Come on son it's not like I haven't done what you haven't already tried." His father eyed his son as he watched his expression change to disgust.

"I would never hurt Sara…" He whispered.

"Untie her!" Grissom's logic shouted.

"Yes how amusing. And I'm guessing those bruises on her wrists got there all by themselves." His father laughed. "Come on…Don't fight your feelings, it's in your blood. Help me preserve Sara and all her beauty, the dead don't age."

"Get the hell out of this house before I kill you with my bare hands." Grissom angrily yelled.

"Yes, that's it. Feels good doesn't it? Letting all your anger out, feels even better when you play God with someone as attractive as your wife." His Father walked towards Grissom and Sara.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Grissom whispered in Sara's ear as he untied her as quickly as his hands would let him.

"You know you interrupted me just before I killed her. Although, it's not the killing that really gets me off, it's the sex." The last statement was more then enough to throw Grissom off the edge. His eyes finally registered with the sight of Sara topless and her blouse torn to shreds on the floor several feet away from her. She curled up in a fetal position and prayed for the nightmare to end.

"You son of a bitch!" Grissom shouted as he flew at his father knocking him to the ground. He threw a forceful punch to his father's face before receiving a bitter blow of equal strength. Both men rolled on the ground fighting for each other's life.

"I wanted to kill you since I was eight years old!" Grissom remarked as he tried to get his hands around his father's neck.

"And you've been holding your emotions in all this time?" His Dad laughed as he hit his son in the face once more. Sara began to panic as she realized Grissom was going to get himself killed. She summoned enough strength to climb on the floor over to where both men were trying to get their revenge.

"Stop it Grissom!" Sara was knocked to the ground as Grissom's hand flew at her to get her out of the way. She landed hard on her stomach and the pain sent her unconscious.

"Just for the record I tried to kill your mother numerous times when you were at school. But damn it, you always came home early." His father managed to grip his hands around Grissom's neck as they both continued to struggle for survival.

"I didn't trust you to be alone with her- even at eight." Grissom was beginning to feel faint, unable to fight his father any longer.

"Well you know what they say, like father like son? I don't think your wife over there trusts you more then your mother trusted me" Grissom's father strangled his son with all his might putting all his anger into the act of killing his flesh and blood.

"Take your hands off of him! Criminalistics!" Nick gripped his gun hard in his hands as he waited to make a move and enter the home. The door was left open from Grissom's arrival, luck was on Nick's side.

"You can't stop me, I'm carrying out justice." His father refused to let go of Grissom's neck until he felt a shot of pain shoot through his chest knocking him lifeless to the ground. Grissom gasped for air from the ground as Sara let out a sharp cry as her hands shook. Her finger still rested on the trigger, she was stunned at her actions. Nick ran over to Sara who was still in utter shock. When Grissom rose feebly from the ground Sara immediately pointed the gun at his chest as well.

"Sara?" Grissom remained still, as a lonely tear fell from his eye due to the sight before him. Sara appeared to be emotionless as she pushed back the gun to reload it. Her eyes never left Grissom's.

"Sara, you're not thinking straight, now just please give me the gun." Nick said as he remained standing at her side. Sara never flinched as her finger tightened on the trigger. Grissom deserved what ever he had coming, he always knew he would end up like his father, now it was inevitable.

"Sara he's not coming after you anymore. He's going to get the help he needs and you're going to move as far away from him as possible. You never have to see him again, just give me the gun. I promise everything will be alright. Trust me." Nick watched as Sara finally dropped the gun to the ground in redemption. The police flooded the room along with paramedics as Nick gave the signal that it was safe to enter. Nick didn't know that he was entering a situation of this complexity or else he would have waited for the police to clear the scene. He just assumed that Grissom was finally out of control.

"Sara, did Grissom hurt you in anyway?" Nick knelt down to Sara so that he could look her in the eye. Grissom remained in shock, standing in the same position. Sara shook her head in denial for the last time. She still feel the need to protect her attacker, a common response in many abuse cases.

"Just get me the hell away from here." Sara hoarsely stated. Nick wrapped his jacket around Sara's exposed chest and began to help her up, all the while giving Grissom a disgusted look.

"Dr. Grissom you need to come with us, we need to ask you a few questions about what went on here. In addition, we would like to clarify your relationship with Ms. Sidle." The officer took Grissom by the arm and guided him to the squad car. He watched helplessly in the back of the car as Sara was being treated by one of the paramedics.

"I'm so sorry. You're right, stay away from me, I've already have caused you enough pain. I should have never accepted this mission…" Grissom buried his head in his hands as he felt the car start up and drive away from the nightmare he had a hand in creating.