Freezer…my body lying in a freezer- that thought scared me to death. I was shaking and my entire body went cold after just thinking about it. Grissom would find me in one of those freezers- probably getting freezer burn. I'd be just staring at him; so lifeless, so cold.

My body on the slab in the morgue- Doc Robbins would have a field day with my body. I could hear him talking to Grissom during my autopsy…

"Well, she bled out. A single-edged knife slashed her carotid artery. From what you told me, I hear she had a broken leg, so she couldn't go anywhere."

And then, he made the 'Y' incision.

"Wow! Boy, did her organs keep! Look at how good a shape her organs are in, Grissom! That freezer really preserved her! The insides, at least!"

"Wow. Well, she won't be needing them anymore," Grissom said inspecting my body.

"Nope! Come on, be a pal- help me will you?" Doc Robbins said grunting as he pulled out various organs.

"Huh…" Grissom stopped and gazed at one of them with interest.

"What is it, Grissom? Something I could put on ebay?" Robbins chuckled.

"No…I didn't know her heart was that big…" Grissom said pulling out the heart and staring at it, mesmerized.

The door to the coroner's popped open. Catherine stepped in, fashioning white scrubs and slipping a pair of latex gloves on.

"So, what's the verdict, Doc?" she asked, perfectly calm, standing over my body.

"Well, she bled out- her carotid artery was slashed."

"Catherine, look at her heart," Grissom said turning to Catherine.

She looked at it.

"Huh…hard to believe it's that big, huh? I mean, considering she was a huge bitch."

That tore me up inside.

Then, Nick and Warrick trudged into the room.

"Wow! That's a nasty wound!" Nick shouted in his white scrubs staring at my body.

"Hey- it stopped all her bitching for once!" Warrick laughed and then they all joined in laughing.

"Hey guys- care to give me a hand removing her organs?" Doc Robbins asked.

"No problem!" they all said in unison.

I screamed. I had fallen asleep and I woke up screaming. I didn't stop screaming either- I wasn't going to stop screaming until someone made me.

"GOD!"

A hand covered my mouth and I stopped screaming. I noticed it was psycho-man. Damn, I was still here, it wasn't a bad dream…

"Damn! Will you shut up?" he said removing his hand and rubbing his head. "I've got a headache, dammit!"

Here he was- he had killed his family and one innocent person and now he was holding me hostage. And he's complaining about a small headache?

"Jesus, woman. You could wake a whole city!"

I looked at him- he looked terrible. His eyes were blood-shot, his hair was a mess, and he hadn't shaved in what appeared to be roughly a few weeks. But what did I care? He was a senseless murderer and a kidnapper!

I was silent. What could I say? I was at his mercy and I didn't see Grissom coming anytime soon! Damn it Grissom! Where are you? WHERE ARE YOU?

The man walked into the kitchen and swallowed a few pills and drank a glass of water. He grabbed his coat and turned around to face me.

"I'm going for a walk…don't try going anywhere!"

And with that he slammed the door behind him as he walked off into the wilderness. Like I'm going to listen to that maniac, right? This was my chance to escape- my one chance to find Grissom and get the hell out of here.

Brace yourself with your right hand. Good, now with your left…great. All right, slowly make your way to your feet…

I got my weight on my good leg and looked around for anything I could use possibly as a crutch. I hopped over to his closet door- God how it hurt to move.

I threw the door open, my eyes scanning the closet for anything I could use for my escape. I sighed. I didn't see anything yet…but I had to keep looking. I moved a few things, at the risk of tumbling over onto my back, but I continued searching…bingo.

I found a yardstick hey it wasn't the best thing in the world, but it was the closest thing to a walking stick or a crutch that I would find. I easily towered above the yardstick. I mean, come on, I was 5'8" and this puny little stick was only 3'0". I shrugged it off and put all my weight on the yardstick as I moved. So far, so good- it was the best thing I had, so it was going to have to work.

I thought ahead- before I made my way out of the house, I grabbed a jacket just incase. I pulled the door open, leaning on the little yardstick. Luckily for me, the yardstick was pretty thick, so it wasn't going to break under little pressure. I stepped out of the house and looked around.

It was still cloudy, though it wasn't raining and the wind wasn't as bad as it was the previous day. I took in a long breath of fresh air- it was so refreshing. I had been cooped up in that house for almost two days. I took another step, this time descending off of the steps of the doorway of the small house and onto the cold ground.

I looked around- good, psycho-man was nowhere in sight. I moved along, keeping a pretty steady pace. I had to stop every now and then because I went too fast, and as I tried to catch my breath, my side just burned along with my chest. Water was looking really good right now…damn, why hadn't I gotten a drink before I left?

I decided not to dwell on it and continued along. Soon, the house was out-of-sight- that made me feel good. I was that much further away from psycho-man.

Now, all I had to worry about was finding Grissom…or that psycho-man could possibly be using the same route I am traveling on to return to his house. No, I needed to focus on Grissom…or the fact that psycho-man could possibly be using the same route I am traveling on…

Forget it. Finding Grissom is my first priority right now. The scene can wait; I don't care what anyone thinks.

As a few more hours passed, I sighed in relief at the fact psycho-man hadn't found me yet. Now, where was Grissom?

I had pondered that question in my mind for a while now. Wouldn't he have come looking for me? Psycho-man must've left some footprints or fibers or anything leading to his house…and Grissom must've followed the path I had taken to end up at psycho-man's house in the first place.

Maybe he didn't care about me. Maybe my nightmare was the truth just slapping me hard in the face and telling me to get a hold of reality.

Catherine…did she really think I was a huge bitch? I know we had our differences and arguments in the past, but was that what she really thought now?

Warrick was always hard to read. I had come to Vegas to help Grissom with the Holly Gribbs case, but it turned out that Warrick had been making a bet when she was killed. I did an investigation for Grissom and found Warrick at the Monaco casino on CSI time. We didn't really get off to a good start, per say.

Nicky…he was that sweet funny guy I could turn to if something happened. He was always there for me…but when I had first come to Vegas, he didn't seem interested in me at all. He didn't seem to want me in his presence or even in the same room, as a matter of fact. Did he still feel like that?

And then there was Grissom. Gruesome Grissom. He probably cared more about his tarantula Mustafa or whatever he named that thing more than me. He turned me down more than once- verbally and non-verbally. I could tell by the look in his eyes some day, he just didn't want me near him.

Was he scared? Was he truly scared to take a chance with me, with a relationship?

Never mind, what am I thinking? He doesn't care about you- if he did, then why would it have taken this long for him to come out of the closet? He had a 'thing' with that dominatrix Lady Heather…and then a relationship with Teri Miller, the forensic anthropologist. Then there was Sofia Curtis, of whom I was never two keen of in the first place. I couldn't tell if they had an intimate relationship or not.

And Catherine…Catherine was a much better choice than me anyway. I mean, let's face it Sidle- she's got you beat. She's got a great daughter, she actually has a life, she's not the obsessive workaholic I am but she's still dedicated to her job, she didn't get a DUI, she's beautiful, and on top of that she knows how to deal with a relationship. I don't.

That guy in the airplane bathroom was a joke. Hank was a mistake, my relationship with him (if you even want to call it a relationship…) just ended up hurting me more than anything else. He used me. I found that out the hard way.

I understand if Grissom doesn't want to go out with me. I mean come on- I max out on overtime every month so I can avoid coming home every night to an empty apartment and so I could forget everything. Everything that had hurt me and everything that had haunted me every night in my dreams- all of it was gone. I was focused on my work.

At the same time…I don't understand why Grissom doesn't want to go out with me. I was the one who made the first move. I was available and we really have so much in common. But he has hurt me enough…maybe I should just give up.

I stopped. What had happened? I couldn't move anymore…I couldn't breathe. What was going on? My chest was burning. My side felt like it was being ripped apart slowly. I was in a tremendous amount of pain. My good leg gave in and I collapsed.

"Sara?"

This had to be a joke. Yeah right, Grissom, actually here. This must be a joke.

"Sara, sweetheart, come on, talk to me."

But that is his voice, not psycho-man's…

"Sara, honey, please. Wake up."

God please don't let this be a dream. I slowly slid my eyes open.

"Gris..Grissom?" I managed to say. I could barely speak, and when I did, my voice was hoarse.

"Oh god, Sara!" he said searching me for new injuries. He saw the various scrapes on my arms and legs, but he was searching for new injuries.

"My…one of my ribs is broken…" I said before coughing violently. My shirt was damp. Damp in blood. My eyes widened as I looked down at my shirt and felt blood dripping from my mouth.

"Oh, god Sara…hang on, stay with me," he said rubbing my forehead. His skin was so smooth, yet firm and strong at the same time…it felt so good.

"Grissom…" I whispered.

"Honey please, don't try and talk right now."

"No…Grissom…I…would you like to have dinner with me?"

I coughed again and spat out blood next to me as he stared at me with worried eyes. Those big beautiful blue eyes were tear-stained. I swore they were.

He just nodded his head.

"But right now, I need you to stop talking, okay? I'm going to get you out of here even if it kills me."

I felt a tear run down my cheek. Did he really just say that? Did my ears deceive me? I just nodded. He picked me up.

"ARGH!" I cried out in pain as he lifted me from the ground.

"Sara? Sara! God, I'm sorry."

"It's…okay, it's okay," I said with a weak smile. "I'm okay."

"You got all the way out here with a yardstick?" he asked me looking down at the pathetic excuse for an arithmetic tool. I nodded. "That's the Sara I know and love. Always stubborn- never gives up."

My heart stopped. Did he just say love? No, I had a pretty nasty bump on my head, this couldn't be right…

"Grissom…did you just—"

"Shh…later, when you're better. Then we'll talk," he said pressing a finger against my lips to silence me. He walked along with me in his arms and I smiled as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Love- that was a great feeling.