Greg panicked when the webcam's lens was covered up again. He heard her screaming for mercy and he knew he might be too late this time. A disturbingly calm voice spoke clearly into the microphone on the webcam to Greg, as Tara pleaded to god in the backgound.
"You can't help her Greg. She knows your listening, but that won't help her now. She will die, Greg. Why try to slow it down?", the voice sounded distorted. Greg pulled his car over, put his head in his hands and cried. He heard Tara scream once more, and then silence. No crying, no whimpering. Just silence. It was the most awful noise Greg had ever heard.
Greg had been sitting in his car on the side of the road for about ten minutes when his cell phone went off, the sudden peircing noise causing him to jump. "Sanders.", he answered it shakily.
"Greg! We found Tara's location! We got a hit off the webcam's serial number, traced it back to the buyer, and found their current address. Get this, a farmhouse, a barn, and a warehouse.", Catherine said hurriedly. "We'll meet you there. Here's the address.", Catherine told him the location, and Greg wrote it down on a scrap of paper he found. He hung up and tore back onto the road.
When he arrived at the address, a swat team had just arrived to clear the scene. Greg couldn't get the images of Tara's cold body lying on the floor of this dump. No longer a living, feeling person, just a heap of lifeless flesh. In an instant, the CSI and the rest of the team were inside. He didn't know what he really expected to see. Tara, sitting there, drinking coffee and laughing? Not even a chance. The swat team had just cleared the warehouse, and they moved on to the other buildings.
"MEDIC!", Grissom shouted, with panic in his normally calm collected voice, from inside the warehouse. Greg hadn't even thought, he just acted. His legs carried him as fast as they could into the cold warehouse. It reeked of copper, of blood. Greg looked at the familliar figure that Grissom and the paramedics were now hunched over. Greg felt a wave of fear flow through his veins. He looked at the shell of a person that used to be Tara. She lay on the floor, still as a person can be, with blood slowly pooling around her and a used syringe in her arm.
The paramedic's carried her into the awaitng chopper outside, and Greg sat down inside the warehouse. He looked around at where Tara had spent the last three days. Alone.
Greg took a look around, and he felt more sick with every inch he saw. From the strange blood patterns on the floor and walls, Sara said it was obvious she fought back. Greg swabbed a little bit of blood from everywhere, just in case some of it wasn't Tara's.
Later, at the hospital, Catherine was getting breifed on Tara's condition. "She is still unstable, but we are working on it now. We have collected a blood sample for you to test for drugs. She has sustained extremely serious injuries. This girl took a beating.", Catherine's heart sank. "But, it was clear she tried to fight back. She has bruised knuckles from striking back, and both her hands are broken from either defending herself or attacking. Her face is quite swollen, and her nose is broken. She has a broken fibia, and multiple bruises and gashes. The problem we're concerned with most now, is the drug-induced comatose she is in now. Not only did they want her dead, they wanted her in more than one piece."