You people make me confused sometimes! I had numerous reviewers who wanted me to hurt Sara, so I did. Then I have people calling me sick.Ok one person, but it made me really mad! (coughcoughAshleycoughcough),I'm not sick, just mean. I had to rewrite six chapters to factor that in! I almost felt compelled to hold out on updating for two weeks, but I figurwed that wouldn't be fair to the people who appreciated it. If there is any. Anyway, remember, BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!

Now that I've vented and am feeling much better, here's chappy 15! Its shortish, but oh well. I think the next might be longer!

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Greg struggled to breath through the blood that was beginning to choke him. 'A rib must have punctured my lung' he thought to himself. He tried to calm himself down, but another panic attack threatened him.

He slowly and painfully turned his head to look at Sara. It looked as though the bullet had missed her heart and any main arteries because she was coherint and her wound didn't bleed as much as one that had hit an artery would.

Sara wished she could have applied some pressure to her wound and could have helped Greg, but she couldn't shake off her tight bonds.

Sara watched Greg as he was slowly dying and knew that they both were in for painful deaths, as her wound would too eventually cause her to bleed out. She thought that she'd have cried herself dry by now, but the tears kept coming and she couldn't hold them back.

Sara noticed the tears forming a tiny puddle on the floor. She focussed herself on the puddle so she wouldn't have to watch the pooling blood around her and the pool around Greg. She knew it wouldn't be long until their pain was over.

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At the crime lab Grissom studied the tire treads, but it only lead to a widely sold type of car. It would be too difficult to narrow down the right car in time to save Greg and Sara. He knew their captor wouldn't need them much longer. The phone ringing interupted his thoughts.

"Mr. Grissom a call for you on line two," the secretary said when he anwsered.

"Patch me through," Grissom told her.

"Yessir," the secretary said and patched the call to his office.

"Mr. Grissom?" A voice inquired.

"Yes may I ask who's calling?" Grissom replied.

"Your CSI's are gravely injured, better hurry," a cruel voice told him.

The dial tone met Grissom's ear before he could answer and he paged Agent Hareda.

"Mr. Grissom? Have you got a lead?" The agent asked.

"Yes, an anonmyous phone call, we need to trace it," Grissom said almost all at once.

Minutes later, Archie was examining the phone and placing a trace on it. "Gredaron street. 567," Archie told him and Grissom was off in a second.

Grissom paged Nick, Catherine and Warrick, quickly explained the situation and they travelled as fast as they could toward the warehouse that held their friends.

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Grissom threw open the door of the warehouse. Rushing inside he saw a horrific sight. Sara and Greg both bound and suurounded by blood.

Greg was still coughing up blood, unaware that he was about to be saved and Sara was laying there moaing in pain. At least she was alive.

Rushing to Greg, he yelled, "Get the paramedics in here now!"

Carefully, but quickly, he removed Greg's bonds and tried to help the young man. Grisssom looked over to Sara where Nick and Catherine were appying pressure to her wound. He noticed Sara lashing out atNick and hewas sickened when he realised what must've happened.Warrick out a hand on his shoulder and he looked up.

The paramedics were trying to get to Greg. Grissom stepped back and watched as they tried to save the life of two of his own.

"When I get my hands on those sick bastards, I'm gonna..." Grissom trailed off, talking to no one in particular.

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Hehe, made Grissom really mad! Kinda short, but I hope you like it anyway!