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A/N: Thanks to my Betas Susan and Cybro, love you ladies. Also thanks to my Banana Peel and Sine, yes I love you ladies as well. hugs all around.

Chapter One: Gone

Her mind was clouded; vision of images slowly emerged. Her eyes fluttered open. At first she thought she was asleep, but soon realized she was anything but. She tried to take in her surroundings, but everything seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness. The coldness of the room was made worse by the hard concrete that surrounded the room. There was a slow and consent drip of water that sent a shiver down her back. She moved back until she was leaning against the hard wall. Her hand moved up to her shoulder and rubbed it. She tried to remember what happened, how she got here. In order to calm herself she tried to control her breathing. The tears that were streaming down her face seemed to be the only warm thing there, wherever there was.

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Catherine walked to the other side of the football field. She and Nick were collecting evidence in their double homicide when Grissom came storming towards them. He had left Sara on the other side of the field collecting evidence. The case was now a triple homicide.

The CSIs had only been talking for ten minutes when Grissom asked Catherine to check on Sara. After what happened with Nick not so long ago, leaving someone alone, regardless of the reason, didn't seem safe for them. Catherine turned the corner and froze. Her heart beat increased. She didn't realize she was screaming until she heard Nick and Gil run up behind her.

Time seemed to stand still for Grissom and Catherine. For a moment they were back to the night Nick was taken. Almost everything seemed the same. There was a chill in the air. The kind that, even though it was warm outside, still sent shivers that traveled up your arm, then down your back. Sara's vest laid on the ground, face up, as if someone wanted it to be the first thing that was seen. The closed field kit was not too far away. Questions flooded their minds and seemed to start to overtake their reasoning.

"Okay Sara, very funny, you can come out now." Catherine was sure she was playing a joke on them. She didn't understand how this could be happening again. The man died. Blew himself into thousands of pieces, Grissom was there. He saw it. "What is she playing at?" The blond turned to look at Grissom who was standing there shellshocked. "What are you going to do about this Gil? She has no right to do this. God! I cannot believe she would do this. Wait, you know what? I can." Her anger had surpassed any other emotion. She walked away, knowing she had to remove herself from the situation. She just needed to get out before she said or did anything she might regret later.

Sara didn't know how long she had been there. It could have been hours or days even. She wondered if someone was looking for her. Things seemed to be a mess at work lately. Nobody was left alone, well, almost nobody. She was, what it seemed like, the only one left alone. This wasn't the first time it had happened, more like the fifth. Each time it was Grissom who left her. Things were tense between them even more so after they spent the night in each others arms; after Nick was found alive. That night didn't only affect Nick, but everyone. She sat on the cold hard floor with her arms wrapped around herself as she thought about what happened between herself and Grissom.

The night they spent together would always live with her, however long that might be. She had been lying on her sofa trying to take in the past several hours. She didn't know what she would've done without Nick. He was a big brother to her, and for that she loved him. The soft tapping at her door startled her at first. When she opened it however there stood Grissom. Their bodies seemed to be pulled together by some unseen force. They stood in her doorway wrapped up in each other. The unspoken feeling that they both had felt came out not as words but as a kiss. His hand inched its way up the back of her shirt as he slowly moved her back into the apartment. At the same time he was turning her. In what seemed like an instant he had her back pinned against the now closed door. His hands slipped around to her stomach, and slid his fingers into the top of her pants. As he fumbled with the button his kisses moved from her mouth to her neck. He lifted her up so her legs were wrapped around his waist. He pulled back so he could look at her. Brushing her matted hair off her face he quickly captured her lips once again. "God Sara, I haven't wanted anything as bad as I want you right now." Crashing his lips back down on her before she could reply he swung Sara around and carried her to the couch.

Sara looked down at Grissom as he sat down on the couch. Only in her wildest dreams would she be straddling his lap as he ran his hands up her shirt. "I've waited for this moment." She lent down and kissed him. Her shirt was the first piece of clothing to come off. She started to laugh as she rocked up on her knees and hovered over him. Tucking her hair behind her ear she kissed him. Sara moaned when she felt his hands slid up her legs and into her pants. "Gris", she whispered as she felt him push her pants down.

Grissom wrapped one arm around Sara's waist as the other arm slid up her back. In one swift move he flipped her so her back was against the sofa and he laid on top of her. His hands pushed against her waist as he took her earlobe in his mouth. His tongue tickled her skin as his kisses moved down her neck. As he continued to kiss down to her bellybutton he pushed her pants further down. He could feel her pulling his shirt off. "Sara, I'm sorry it took me so long." He captured her lips once again.

"Mmm, Grissom make love to me please." Sara looked into his eyes while she placed her hand onto his cheek. Then giving him one of her killer smiles as he pulled her up, they started to walk to the bedroom. Along the way she lost her pants and he his socks and shoes. When the back of her knees hit the side of the bed she quickly undid his pants and slid them off.

Grissom pushed Sara back on the bed. He crawled up the bed after her like a lion out to get his pry. He took her wrist in one of his hands as he slid into her. A surge of energy rushed through his body. He released her wrist and slid his arms around her. He rested his forehead against hers as he continued to move with her body. Sweat started to drip from his skin onto hers. He started to move faster when he felt her muscles tighten around him. With one last moan he released into her. He kissed her softly as he tried to catch their breaths.

That night Sara fell asleep on Grissom's chest as his arms cradled her body. In the morning she was woken by the movement of him sitting up in the bed. She opened her eyes and watched as he pulled on his pants. "Hey you," she softly said as she pulled herself up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I enjoyed last night." She was shocked as he slid out of her arms. "Did I do something wrong?" Her eyes projected pain and hurt as she looked into his eyes.

"No, I did something wrong, Sara. I shouldn't have come over. We went too far and it was mistake." He turned to her and his heart broke as he looked into her eyes. With a nod of his head he stood up and walked out. He left her there in bed alone, scared and hurt.

Grissom and Nick had gotten back from processing the crime scene. Grissom headed to his office when Ecklie approached him. "I heard what Sidle is up to. I sure hope you have plains to fire her." He had heard what happened from Catherine and was disgusted. "Gil, I don't care if she is a good CSI. Faking an abduction like that isn't only unprofessional, but illegal." Ecklie started to walk away when a young man walked in with a package. He froze for a moment when he saw the label. Suddenly Ecklie felt bad for taking Catherine's word on the subject. He would have a long talk with her when he saw her next. "How can this be? Walter Gordon is dead." He stood there confused.

"Archie and I were able to pull another voice from the tape. Walter had a partner. At the time I didn't feel the need to release that information. There was no reason. I didn't want the staff to be too frightened to do their job properly." Grissom started to second guess himself. He wondered if he did the right thing by keeping it quiet. Now this maniac has his beloved Sara. He so wanted to go back to the day he walked out on her. To pull her into his arms and tell her that making love to her was not a mistake. He wished he could lay her back down and make love to her all over again. Now as he watched the tape of the man who now had her locked away, he, Gil Grissom, hoped he could get that chance to make it alright.