She awoke in a dark room. She felt her arms tied high above her head and her legs were tied tightly in front of her. She heard footsteps approaching her and the lights came on. A figure stood in the doorway- he was a man, maybe about 6'1". He had messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He walked over to her and knelt down beside her. "H-Hello…" he said nervously.

"…Who are you?" Sara asked, blinking. "My name is Thomas…though you can call me Tom," he said smiling. "…Why did you kidnap me?" Sara asked looking at his eyes. "Because I knew if I didn't do something I would never be able to have you," he said. Sara was freaked out so much she couldn't find words for a reply.

"I brought you some food," he said stepping away and coming back with a plate in his hands. It was a large salad, and he also brought a large bottle of water over to her. Sara didn't want to admit it, but she was hungry. He took a fork and stabbed some of the salad leaves and fed it to her, as if he were feeding a small child. When she was finished, he held the end of the water bottle up to her mouth and let her drink from it.

"Thanks…?" Sara said, not really knowing what to say. "Only the best for you," he said smiling. He looked into her eyes and he moved closer to her. He made a move to kiss her but she turned away and this made him angry. He slapped her hard, leaving the skin on her face red from where his hand had hit her skin. "I'm giving you everything!" he shouted angrily. He slapped her again until she looked up at him, frightened. He quickly knelt down beside her and kissed her cheek before leaving the room.

"It has to be the suspect, he's obsessed with her!" he said walking around Sara's car, which had been taped off. Catherine was taking photos and Warrick and Nick were processing the scene. Greg was with Grissom. "Alright, so if it is the suspect, where would he have taken her?" he asked Grissom. "Old crime scene's too obvious…we need more to work with…" he told him. Greg walked off. Grissom turned around to look at the scene. "Sara…" he said with sadness in his voice.

Sara tried to untie the ropes with what little free hand space she had. She struggled to undo the knots- they were tied incredibly tight, and she finally gave up on her arms and tried her legs. She tried to separate her legs but it was to no avail. Tom was watching her from a chair. "You look so cute when you're struggling," he told her. She was sent back a bit by the strange comment. He walked closer to her.

"Come now, don't look sad, you have me," he told her kissing her on the lips until he moved away. "Aren't you happy?" he asked her. "Well…no," she said looking at him. "I'm not," she told him. "I'm NOT!" she said louder. He slapped her again. "Don't say such foolish things or you're going to make me have to hurt you!" he told her, looking into her still frightened eyes. "I'm sorry," she told him, and he changed his expression.

"W-What?" he said. "I'm sorry, baby. I do love you and I am happy," she said smiling. He smiled as he moved in closer to her to kiss her again. "Hey, listen…before we get too personal, could you untie me?" she asked him. He was hesitant, but did as she requested and untied her. He then leaned in for a kiss and pressed his lips against hers and they moved back until Sara's back leaned against the room. She quickly slid her leg under him and tripped him. He fell to the ground and she jumped over him, but he grabbed her ankle, bringing her to the ground. "You lying bitch!" he said punching her across the face. Blood dripped down her nose and lifted her up and threw her into a wall.

Sara winced in pain as she was being thrown from wall to wall. When she couldn't move anymore, he tied her up again, although this time in a grueling position. He leaned in and kissed her, making Sara's eyes widen and making her squeal somewhat. He backed away and left the room.

Grissom walked through the lab eagerly. "Okay, here's what we have so far," Brass said walking by Grissom. "Tom owned an old property given to him when his parents died. He was left with 2.5 million dollars. Can you guess how he spent it?" Grissom shrugged. "He bought a new house, and invested in a new video camera, over one thousand cassettes for it, two new digital cameras and one tripod, and spent extra money on his house to build a dark room," Brass told him. "Can you guess why?" he said looking at Grissom. "Yeah, I can," he said walking out of the lab.

Tom was enraged. He hit Sara across the face again. "Say you love me!" he yelled at her. She couldn't speak, and so he would hit her again. "Say it!" he screamed. She said nothing, again, and he kicked her in the stomach. "Say it, bitch!" he said holding her up in front of him. Her face was bloody and bruised, and she was falling in and out of consciousness. He growled as he hit her again.

"Grissom, keep going, you're almost there," Brass said over the walkie-talkie to Grissom. "Alright," Grissom said. He would find her. He was almost to the address…he just hoped that Sara could hold on until he made it.

In the distance, sirens were heard, and this scared Tom. "Shit!" he said running into the room where he held the captive Sara. He threw her over his shoulder and put her in the backseat of his car before starting it up and backing out of the old building. He sped off, leaving the smell of burnt rubber in the air.

Grissom drove up to the building with his gun drawn, only to find the car gone, with fresh tire treads. "DAMN!" he yelled throwing down his gun. He ran inside and saw a small pool of blood. "Oh my god…" he said leaning down next to it. He then saw a long strand of brown hair on the floor and picked it up with his tweezers. "Sara…"

TBC…