NOTE: TAKES PLACE BEFORE GRAVE DANGER.

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CSIwannabe- officers should accompany them to the toilets! What can I say he must have been distracted by a shiny object: )

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Faith Kingsley- I promise to finished this story. As for Sara been ok, well I'm not planning to kill anyone. Yet!

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Ok on with the story:

Sara's eyes became accustomed to the dark as she somehow managed to control the shaking in her body. She could see the grey outline of the hood as she tried to take deep breaths in order to slow her breathing down. She wondered for a minute what her pulse was at thinking of how high Grissom's would be. That thought terrorised her; she may never see him again. It had taken so long to get to this stage she didn't want to lose him now. Her arms and shoulders burnt and she rolled so that she lay on her left side allowing the blood flow to return to her arms. Her feet were cramping and her knees dug into her abdomen. Tears stung at her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Her head slammed against the side as the car stopped giving her a sharp reminder of her earlier injury. She heard the engine been turned off before bright sunlight suddenly filled her black world. She blinked seeing the two large men towering down on her. She tried to shuffle back as she was hoisted from one car to the next. Sara kicked her legs frantically against the side of the next car as she was forced into another trunk. A cloth was then pressed against her nose and the world blackened as chloroform entered her body.

Catherine was frantically pacing the floor of the warehouse shouting at herself.

"I should have helped process the stupid car" Warrick laid a hand on her shoulder to prevent her from pacing. The moment she arrived she knew she was too late. Greg had been sat on the floor, David simply staring into space tears rolled silently down both their faces. Nick and Warrick had returned from processing the house the second they heard. Nick had decided on the way that it was the car doors fault Sara had been taken and was now sat with a ice pack on his knuckles. Warrick had remained silent throughout the journey back lost in his thoughts. Although he was never the closet friend he was still a friend. He admired Sara's love for the job and he quick and sarcastic wit. He had seen less of all these things since the team split. It was only because of the profile of the Whittle case the team had been allowed to reunite temporally. He had enjoyed working with Sara and Greg again, they had become a sort of double act while he had been away. Warrick could only imagine what was going through Greg's mind.

Grissom sat by his kit near the door. He had been with Ecklie when he heard Catherine's frantic voice over the radio. Sara had gone, no trace, no idea where. At that single moment for Gil Grissom time stopped a second seemed never ending become one long blur. He believed that his heart might even have stopped. He had come so close to losing her once that day, he wanted to protect her by keeping her at the lab. Now all he could think was if he forced her to go home she would be safe. Or even if he gave in and let her out in the field to process the house it would be Catherine they were searching for. A huge wave of guilt swept over him as he realised he would have preferred it to be Catherine, how could he think that? A hand on his shoulder snapped him from his thoughts.

"Gil she needs you now". It was Brass. He was already beating himself up about how he should have realised, how easy they were to catch and how convenient it was. He had shouted himself horse at the officer who didn't escort Liam out the building. Greg had already identified one of the men as Liam, the other a member of the gang.

"I've got officers looking for the car" Brass tried to reassure everyone including himself.

"Probably changed it. DAMN" Nick shouted the last part spinning round and kicking Warrick's kit over. He held in his hand a wheel brace from some of the stuff Sara had been using on the car. Blood spots were visible on it. It had been laid just near where the car had been. He looked down and saw a small pool of blood hidden on the dark grey of the tools.

"Must have hit her to subdue her and shoved her in the car"

"Probably the trunk. I couldn't see her in the back" said Greg quietly. "Why take her?" he said not expecting anyone to hear. Greg was playing through his mind the hundreds of ways he could have got there sooner, how he could have helped. Warrick broke his thoughts.

"Leverage" replied Warrick.

"Which means we get a ransom?" sighed Catherine who had now taken to playing with her rings, something she did when she was anxious. Grissom was still sat staring of into space, part of his mind told him to break down and curl into a bawl on the floor and die. The other half of his brain had gone into CSI mode and was telling him what they need to do to find Sara. Luckily for Sara he composed his self-long enough fro the CSI to take over, sometimes showing no emotion could be useful.

"Right Warrick, go with Brass talk to any members of David's gang. Catherine…" Grissom was cut of as Catherine read his mind.

"Storage. I'll check all properties linked to them" she said getting out her phone and leaving the room.

"Greg your with me, we're going over the last killing looking for anything to help" Greg nodded and followed Grissom out.

Sara woke in a dark room, which smelt old and musty. She tried to move her arms but found them bound behind the chair she was sat on. As she came too further she realised she was tied round the waist allowing for little movement a gag was also round her mouth making it difficult to breath, her legs also remained duck taped at the bottom. Her head throbbed reminding her of her injury for earlier. She noticed through the dim light a man approach her. Her body trembled, as he got closer. She could taste the metallic remains of blood from where she had been hit earlier. Dried blood stained her white top and outlined the right corner of her mouth. She squeezed her eye's shut in some vain hope that when she opened them she would be back at the hospital with Grissom and she just had some weird concussion. Unfortunately that was not the case. Sara opened her eyes as she felt a light pressure on her lap. She saw a piece of white cardboard lent up against her and then a flash. With her eyes now accustomed to the light she could see another man holding a camera and a instant photo. He was grinning at her.

"Leave the message and make sure you wear gloves" it was then Sara noticed there was a third man in the room.

"Lets see how long before your friends find you" he grinned and walked out the door leaving her alone with one of the men she recognised as Liam whittle. He was the unpredictable violent one, someone she did not want to spend a lot of time with. Sara couldn't make out who the new man was and decided she didn't want to stick around and find out. Liam was now advancing on her. Sara struggled against her restraints but was unsuccessful. Hot tears rolled down her face as Liam stroked her check.

"Liam get off her" the third man shouted. Once Liam had move from her view she immediately recognised the third man as Daniel, the eldest Whittle brother. He also made his way over to her.

"Arms hurt?" he asked walking behind her. Even through they did Sara wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing. Then she was taken by surprise as Daniel cut the tape holding her arms. Daniel however kept a strong grip on them. He pulled her hands round so they were together on her lap before adding more tape to them.

"Comfy/" he questioned. Sara gave in and nodded. The gag was then removed from her mouth making it much easier to take in the much-needed oxygen.

"One word and Liam gets to play" Sara tied to keep calm as she saw Liam grin at her. She looked down to her hands on her lap and saw that they were shacking.

"Please help Gris" Sara whispered. She was playing their earlier conversation over and over. All she could think of was him. She wondered whether she would have cared about dieing if he hadn't have told her how he felt. Those thoughts of never seeing him again began to plague her head. "Hurry" she whispered giving into the terror that was flowing through her veins and broke down in sobs gasping for air every now and then.

TBC. IF YOU SEND ME NICE REVIEWS I WILL DO THE DANCE OF JOY ROUND MY COMPUTER. IF YOU SEND ME BAD ONES I WILL DO THE DANCE OF SHAME. IF I GET NONE I WILL SULK IN THE CORNER AND POSSIBLY DANCE. SO YOU SEE WHY YOU SHOULD PRESS THAT BUTTON AND REVIEW. Any way you look at it I'm going to dance so you might as well make it one of joy : )