Hey everyone. Chappy four is here. I didn't want to keep you waiting, so I tried to be as quick as possible. I hope you enjoy and don't dare forget to reveiw. I'm not going to update until I get the amount I want, which has 2 digits. Don't worry its not like 99 or anything, more like 12 or something like that.

Love: Nicole

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Tears were forming in Sara's eyes when Greg wouldn't breath for her. She couldn't lose him too. Abandoning the tears, she tried again. She breathed lifesaving breath into his lungs and this time, when she pulled away, his chest rose on his own.

Coughing slightly, Greg's eyelids fluttered and opened. "Sara," he rasped quietly.

"Greg, shut up. Save your breath, you're gonna need it," Sara told him.

Greg only nodded and closed his eyes, but Sara shook him.

"Uh uh, you're staying awake." Sara said to him softly.

Greg nodded again and looked around. He wanted to get up, but he knew Sara wouldn't let him.What was with her anyway, he was only unconcious, right? Whatever the reason was, it was probably a good one and Sara was in charge. So Greg simply rested with his eyes open. It was better to be aware anyway.

To keep Greg awake Sara talked about anything and everything. Luckily Greg was content to listen and occasionally nod.

Suddenly Greg erupted in a coughing fit. "W-whats (cough cough) wrong with me? (cough cough)" he asked.

"You weren't breathing earlier," she informed him and right away, she knew she shouldn't have told him.

Greg's eyes grew wide. The coughing wouldn't stop and he couldn't breath. He was having a panic attack while he was coughing. "W-(cough cough cough) water," he pleaded desperately.

Sara looked around in vain. There wasn't a water source down there. Leaving Greg's side, she ran up the stairs and banged on the locked door which soon swung open. An unhappy looking Boss stood there.

"Shut up, if you know what's good for you," he told her menacingly.

"Just give us some water and I will," Sara begged, pointing to the violently coughing Greg.

Boss noticed the man on the floor was having a rough time. He didn't really care, but he wanted them to shut up without hurting them, it wasn't part of his plan.

"Shorty, get two bottles of water in the basement!" Boss yelled over his shoulder. Turning back to Sara he said, "It's on its way, now get back down there, where you belong."

Slowly, Sara turned around and descended the stairs and knelt beside Greg once again. A minute later Shorty was in the basement with them throwing two water bottles on the floor next to them. Ignoring Shorty and wasting no time she opened a bottle and held it to Greg's lips with one hand and helped him sit up slightly with the other.

Sara only allowed Greg to take short sips at a time and soon the coughing stopped and he calmed down. "Thanks," he told her, the water had done wonders at soothing his sore throat.

Sara smiled weakly at him, "It was nothing." She pulled a pack of coughdrops out of her pocket, took one out and gave it to him. Greg took it and popped it in his mouth.

Greg realized something, he was cold. "I'm cold. Are you?" He asked.

Sara also, just realized how freezing it was in the basement. "Yeah," she answered. She lay down next to him on the floor. Unconciously Greg cuddled close to her for warmth. Sara didn't pull away, but welcomed the heat that came with it.

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The lab was busling with activity, no one wanted to be caught dwadling when they should be finding the missing CSI's. Everyone knew better to approach Grissom or Catherine with anything but good news. The problem was there wasn't much good news. There was barely any news at all.

So instead of approaching them they told either Nick or Warrick and let them inform the senoir CSI's.

Hodges walked up to Warrick, "The hairs are inconclusive," he told them, "They belong to the owners fo the house and the others are canine."

Why are you telling me, tell Gris or Cath," Warrick told him tiredly. Hodges just looked at him and nodded, seeing how tired he was. So he left to find Grissom.

Nick ran up to Warrick seconds later excitedly. "The footprints..." he said trying to catch his breath.

"Yes," Warrick said holdinh his own breath.

"Shoe sizes of the perps are 12 and 11. The 12 wears a Nike the other is Reebok. Both with distinctive tread patterns and the tire treads are a from a small Pontiac," Nick finished.

"Ok, we need to let Grissom know," Warrick said.

Grissom was currently in the A/V lab with Archie. Trying to narrow down a search are and the information about the car helped.

"Ok, so we need to factor in that to avoid attracting attention, they travelled at the speed limit and considering the direction they were going..." Archie rambled to himself while working, "Tada, this is your search area."

Grissom, Nick and Warrick frowned, the search area wasn't exactly small, but at least it was something.

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