"Hello" screamed Sara at the top of her lungs.

I know that I heard Grissom; I could have sworn that he was right here. He said that he was on his way. Maybe he just got lost in this big warehouse that I am in. I am sure he will come; I hope that he will anyway. What am I talking about here? This is Grissom! Of course he will find me, he finds everyone, I just hope he finds me soon

Just then, a tall, overweight man, with blonde hair which appeared to be dyed and bleached several times, entered the room -- slamming the door behind him -- breaking Sara's thoughts into a million pieces.

"Hello my darling," he said in a calm voice, "Dave-- the other guy who was looking after you--went on a little vacation. So I am here to replace him."

"Oh great, another big dummy," Sara said as she looked him straight in the eyes.

"Now there is no need of that. Dave was a lot worse then me. I don't even want to be a bad guy, but they threatened to kill me if I didn't help them take you. I am not the bad guy here. I am just like you -- trapped."

"You mean they took you too?" asked Sarah, finding this a little weird.

This guy thinks he is going to fool me... he has another thing coming. 'Oh, they took me too' he says. Right and I fell off of the turnip truck yesterday. Wait a second... this guy just might listen to me. If I can get him to believe some lies of my own, then I might be able to get out of here.

"Yes, these guys aren't the nicest ones around," said the blonde haired guy, Paul.

"Yeah, you don't have to tell me twice there, buddy," said Sara, pondering what else to say to get this Paul guy to help her get out.

"They beat me you know," said Sara, remembering that she did fall and had a bruise on her knee. Which she planned to use as an abuse marking.

"Oh really, where are the marks then?" asked Paul, looking a little suspicious.

"Right here," replied Sara, lifting up her jeans to reveal the bruise, "it is huge and it hurts a lot." She hoped that this guy would fall for her trick and find someway to get her out of here.

"Hunny, I hate to break it to you but those guys didn't beat you, you got that bruise from falling yesterday when we brought you in here," said Paul with a serious look swiping across his face.

"Wait a minute... you said that they took you too. If they took you then why were you with them yesterday?" asked Sara panicking more and more, as she searched for something on the floor to protect her in case Paul was going to hurt her. But she found nothing, only dirt and dust.

"You ask way to many questions and quite frankly I think you have lived a long enough life. You need to die now," said Paul while picking up a wrench and brining it down on Sara's head causing her to pass out and blood to ooze out of her head.

"There that will knock you out enough for me to get my work done here, or at least I think you are only knocked out."

At that moment Paul decided that he had better check Sara's pulse to make sure that she was okay. Little did Paul know that Sara had no pulse and was not showing any sign of movement.