The lab was unusually quiet that day. Warrick, Catherine, and Nick were working on a case together. Sara had the week off. Grissom had talked with her already about the run-in with Catherine. Grissom was in his office as usual, but this time his office was silent and he had no papers on his desk. He just sat with his glasses folded up in front of him, thinking.
"Catherine!" Nick said running out of the DNA lab and running into Ballistics. "The blood on Ray's hands was a match to the Vic's!" he said excitedly. "Yeah? Well, get this- the bullets in Ray's gun was a match to the bullets found at the crime scene and that Doc Robbins found in the Vic," she said. "Great!" Warrick said walking in. "Then I guess we have him. Heh, lawyering up won't help against this," he chuckled. "Okay, go call Brass and tell him to bring the guy in," Catherine told Nick. "Right," he said and walked off. "Cath, can I talk to you for a sec?" Warrick asked Catherine and led her into the locker room.
"Is everything okay?" he asked her. "Um…yeah, why?" Catherine blinked. "Well, ever since that argument with Sara you've been acting kind of…strange," he said looking for the right words. Catherine sighed. "It's that obvious?" Catherine said putting a hand to her head. "I…I'm just kind of worried about her, y'know?" she said sighing again. "Well, she's crossed the line with you twice now," Warrick said. "But I understand how you feel," he told her. "Thanks, Warrick, I…I think I'm going to take some time off, wind down a bit," she said. "Can you and Nick handle the case?" "Yeah. Get some rest, Cath," Warrick said putting a hand on her shoulder and then walking off.
Catherine walked into Grissom's office. "Grissom, I wanted to talk to you," she said walking into his office. "You want some time off?" he said without looking up. "Well…yes, but how-" "I just assumed," he said looking up at her. "Could I get some?" she asked. "Yes, go ahead," he said. "You can have the rest of the week off," he said. "Warrick and Nick'll take the cases this week," he told her. "Um…thanks," she said and walked out. Grissom watched her go.
Sara was sitting in her apartment flipping through a magazine while taking occasional sips from an open beer bottle. She sighed as she put the magazine down and turned on her television. "Today an inmate from the state prison broke out of his cell and escaped from the facility," said a news anchorman. "Here is a picture of the said escapee. If anyone in the area sees this man, please contact the LVPD immediately." The picture shown up on the screen was a picture of Tony Wilston, the man Sara had just helped put away. "Dammit," Sara said angrily.
Sara walked out of her apartment and took a deep breath, getting fresh air. She sighed as she closed her eyes and rested her head against the door of her apartment. She went back into her apartment and closed the door.
Grissom closed his office door and locked it as he headed out for the night. He got into his SUV and drove off. The next week, everyone was back at the lab- Nick, Warrick, Grissom, and Catherine, but someone was missing, and that person was Sara. "Grissom, where's Sara?" Catherine asked him in the break room as he was giving out assignments. "I don't know, I tried her home phone and her cell, but I got no answer," he said. "Is she still angry?" Nick said sipping some coffee. "Nah, that's not like Sara. She doesn't hold grudges," Warrick said. "I'm sure it's nothing," Grissom told Catherine. "Anyways, Catherine, you've got a 419 in Henderson. Warrick, go with her. Nick, you and I have a 419 at the Tangiers," Grissom said. "The Tangiers? Again?" he said. "Wow, remind me to never book a room there," he chuckled as he grabbed the file and flipped through it. Catherine and Warrick walked into the locker room to get ready for their case.
"Cath," Warrick said going through his locker. "Yeah?" Catherine said turning to face him. "You're worried about Sara, aren't you?" he asked her. "Yes…" Catherine admitted. "And I think Grissom is too," she said. "Listen, Warrick…could you work this case for a while? I'm going to go see Sara," Catherine told him. "Yeah, sure, Cath," he said closing his locker. "Thanks," she said and walked out. She got into her car and drove to Sara's apartment. She knocked on her door. No answer.
"Sara?" Catherine said knocking on the door again. No answer still. "Sara? Please, I want to talk to you," Catherine said. She sighed as she turned to leave. She saw a car in the parking lot. It was Tony Wilston's car, the man she had just worked a case on. Catherine thought for a minute and drew her gun. "If anyone's in there, I'm coming in, and I'm armed," Catherine said getting ready to shoot the lock on the door. "You better not!" said a voice from inside. "Tony? Tony Wilston?" Catherine said. "What are you doing here?" she said holding her gun in front of her. "I've got your little friend in here, so don't even think of coming in here!" he said.
"Sara? Sara, are you in there?" Catherine said, lowering her gun. "Catherine? Catherine, is that you?" came Sara's voice. "Hang on, Sara!" Catherine said and shot the lock on the door. She threw the door open. Inside, Tony was holding a knife to Sara's throat. "Don't move!" Tony said pushing the blade closer to Sara's throat. "Okay, okay, just calm down," Catherine said. "Put the gun down!" he said. "Okay, okay, I'm putting it down," she said dropping the gun onto the floor. She moved a little closer to them. "Don't move!" he said again holding the blade against Sara's throat now. "Don't do it," Catherine said. "This bitch put me in jail!" he said angrily.
"Actually, you put yourself in jail," Catherine said. "Shut up!" Tony said holding the knife closer to her throat. "Okay, okay," she said. "Just…don't hurt her," Catherine said backing up. Catherine ran to her SUV, knowing she had to hurry. She picked up her cell phone, watching Sara's apartment the whole time. "Grissom? Yeah, it's Catherine. Hurry and get over to Sara's apartment, she's in trouble. Call 9-1-1," she and hung up. She ran back to Sara's apartment building. Tony and Sara were still where they were to begin with, the knife still pressed against Sara's throat.
"Grissom…hurry," Catherine thought to herself. "Don't come in!" Tony said to Catherine. "I'm not, I'm just standing right…here," Catherine said backing up. They remained this way for several minutes, silent, just staring at each other. Sara didn't make a sound; she just stood looking at Catherine. Soon, sirens were heard and cops and ambulances were parked outside the apartment building. Grissom ran out of his Denali and near Catherine. "Catherine! Are you okay?" he asked her. "Yeah! But he's got Sara in there and he's got a knife!" Catherine said, still looking at Sara. Grissom stood by her side now. "Tony! Tony Wilston! Come out where we can see you and put the knife down!" Brass said from a safe distance. Soon, Tony was visible.
He held Sara in front of him with the knife still at her throat. "I'm not going back!" he said. "At least not until I make this bitch pay!" he said referring to Sara. "Alright, he's not cracking, let's move in. I want four officers in back of the building and three up front with me," Brass told the police. The police moved out.
Sara and Tony were still standing in the doorway of the apartment. Three hours passed, and nothing happened. The whole team was there now- Warrick was in back of the police next to Nick. Catherine and Grissom were in front, near the police. "Tony…" Grissom said stepping forward. "This isn't going to solve anything," Grissom said. "Don't move!" Tony said putting the knife in front of him now, pointing it at Grissom. "Don't move!" he said again. Sara saw her opportunity and elbowed him in the chest. He quickly slashed at Sara.
Sara fell to the ground and he moved to stab her. Brass shot him and he fell to the ground. The knife was still in his now lifeless hand. A pool of blood surrounded his body and Sara got up and moved over to everyone. Catherine walked over to Sara. "Sara, are you alright?" she said quickly. "Y-Yeah, I'm okay," she said. Grissom noticed her bleeding arm from behind Catherine. "Catherine, take her to the ambulance so they can fix up her arm," Grissom told her, knowing Catherine wanted to see Sara.
"Right. Come on, Sara," Catherine said leading her away from the crowd of bystanders and policemen. Sara got her arm bandaged and Catherine and Sara now sat in the back of the ambulance facing each other. "Catherine…I…I'm sorry for the other day when I…" Sara didn't finish. "Don't worry about it," Catherine said. Sara smiled. "Thanks…" "Don't mention it," Catherine said smiling back at her and then standing up and walking off. Sara watched her go and smiled a little bigger as she watched. Grissom watched Catherine and then turned his attention to Sara, and smiled as he walked off. Sara would remember this forever. If Catherine hadn't of come, she might've been killed.