Sara woke up with a throbbing pain in her head. Damn. Now she remembered what had happened- but where was Lindsey? She hoped that at least Lindsey had been found.

She tried to move, but she found herself bound in the middle of a dark room. She couldn't move her legs and her arms were bound tightly. She struggled against the duct tape that covered her arms and legs, but it was useless.

"Damn," she muttered to herself. Now she really wished she had never agreed to watch Lindsey. She had no idea where Lindsey was, and if she got hurt, Catherine would kill her.

She looked up to see a door open and a figure walked into the room and kneeled down beside her. They shined a flashlight on her face, blinding her.

"Huh…so you were the one with the little runt, eh?" The voice was calm and cold; Sara recognized it as a man's voice.

"Don't worry about that kid, I let her go," he smiled as he brushed some hair away from Sara's face. "But you…I couldn't resist," he said lifting her chin up with two of his fingers. He stood up and paced around the room.

"What to do, what to do…" he sighed. "Oh, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Daniel Burnun," he said taking a bow. "And I already know who you are- CSI 3 Sidle," he smiled and sat down from across Sara.

"How I have waited for this day!" he exclaimed.

Sara raised a brow in curiosity, and he quickly answered her question.

"The day that I would have a beautiful woman in my home," he smiled.

Sara felt sick; now she was sorry that she asked.

He moved around behind her and put a foot on her back gently.

"To have someone's life in my hands…"

He stomped down on her back, making her cry out in pain.

"Knowing that I could take it away at any moment…"

He put his head down beside hers and smiled.

"It's exhilarating."

He laughed harshly as he saw her struggle against the binds.

"Look at you! It's pathetic!" he laughed, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Sara looked up at him in disbelief- this guy was crazy.

Catherine paced back and forth.

"Where could she be? What if she's…" she couldn't finish her sentence. She was now at the lab and she had explained to everyone what had happened. They searched the bracelet and all they found were epotheleoles from Sara.

"Damn…" Warrick said walking into the break room to find a pacing Catherine.

"It's my fault; I forgot about her," Catherine said looking up at Warrick. "I shouldn't have done that! Now we have no idea where she is!"

"Catherine, it's okay," Warrick said trying to calm her down. "We'll find her."

Catherine sighed. "I hope you're right Warrick. For the love of god I hope you're right."

Sara grunted as she twisted her hands around, trying to rip the tape. She had beads of sweat dripping down her face as she struggled with effort. She sighed out of exhaustion when she found she couldn't do it.

She saw a knife a few feet away from her and gasped. That was it! If she could only reach the knife…

She now felt determined. She rolled over to reach the knife and smiled when she felt it between her hands. She started cutting at the tape…

"Ha! Gotcha!"

She heard her captor's gruesome voice as she felt the knife be yanked from her hands and all her hopes gone.

She looked up to see the man who had a grin on his face and held a string attached to the string, suspending it in thin-air.

"You're sick," Sara said putting her head down in defeat. He just laughed.

"No, I'm not sick, my love. I'm just misunderstood," he said sitting down in front of her. "Just like you."

Now she was curious. What the hell did that mean?

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Sara said looking up at him. He smiled.

"Alright, my love. I'll tell you what I know about you if you want to know that bad."

And with that, her captor now became a storyteller, sitting in front of his bound victim telling her all the things he knew about her life.

Everything she longed to keep a secret from those whom she was closest to.

Catherine had fallen asleep. She didn't sleep long or well for that matter. Her dreams and thoughts were haunted with the images of worst-case scenarios involving Sara. When she finally woke up she found Warrick sitting next to her with a cup of coffee.

"Hey," he said handing her the cup of coffee. "Nightmares?"

She nodded taking the coffee after thanking him. "Yeah…Warrick, we need to find her."

"I know," Warrick said putting a hand on her shoulder. "And we will."

"Catherine, Warrick! Get in here now!" Grissom's voice made them jump out of their seats and run into the layout room Grissom was in.

"What, Grissom?" Warrick asked panting.

"We just got a letter from the kidnapper," Grissom said slipping on a pair of latex gloves and holding it up for both to see. He slid open the envelope carefully, trying not to destroy any potential evidence and he pulled out a thin piece of paper and read the letter.

Dear Las Vegas Crime Lab,

I'm sure you are worried about Sara. Rest assured that she is perfectly fine; I am not planning on hurting her. Note that she will be not returning to the crime lab after tonight's events. She will be descending with me into a new life; a life away from all the pain and suffering you sons of bitches put her through. I understand her and her specific needs; none of you do.

So, how did I know where she was going that night with the little runt? I followed her, of course. Ms. Willows, rest easy- I did not do anything to harm your little girl. None of you care about Sara; you will deny it all you want, but none of you do.

Mr. Stokes- when was the last time you just said hello to Sara to be friendly? Never? I thought so- remember the time you told her she needed to get out more? What do you think that did to her, hmm? You think you were trying to help her but you hurt her more than you will ever know.

Mr. Brown, you never liked Ms. Sidle from the beginning, did you? She was called in to take over the investigation of Holly Gribbs and you got mad at her because she addressed your gambling problem verbally. Then, she did a background check on you and found you in the Monaco casino. You didn't appreciate that, did you?

Ah, Ms. Willows…you hated Sara the second you saw her enter the lab, didn't you? You didn't want her taking over the Holly Gribbs investigation, did you? And secondly, you found her annoying, didn't you? She got too emotional in many cases, huh? That must've pissed you off, especially after the run-in she had with you, right?

And lastly Mr. Grissom…you are too late to apologize for everything you have put her through. You have hurt her in too many ways and too many times. That time she lost it with that abusive husband, you thought there was something wrong with her; you didn't stop to think she had a reason for her actions. Then, she grew attached to the rape victim, don't you remember?

Then, she told you that you didn't respect her. She was right, you know. A plant isn't going to fix that.

After that pathetic excuse for a man- Hank Peddigrew…you did nothing to comfort her. You avoided her for many months after she got together with that EMT. And after she found out he was using her to cheat on his girlfriend, you avoided her still.

Then the explosion…the infamous explosion- she was caught in the middle of it, and you went to check up on her; kudos Mr. Grissom. I will never forgive you for what you did next, however-

She asked you a simple question- she asked if you would like to have dinner with her. You rejected her, and you have no idea what that did to her. Did you ever wonder what might have led her to that DUI? Do you, Mr. Grissom?

Well, your hands are all in cold blood,

Daniel Burnun.

After they had all read the letter, they were all shell-shocked.

"I…never realized what I did to her," Catherine said, her voice breaking.

"Was I really that mean to her?" Warrick said looking at them all.

"I didn't mean what I said in a bad way," Nick said sighing.

Grissom didn't say anything; he was too shocked. He was just too scared to reveal to her his true feelings. He had worked all these years to get where he was today and he didn't want to risk it…

Even though he loved her smile and her cute stubborn manner. He loved how she always theorized at a crime scene- it helped him think, even though he told her it annoyed him. She thought aloud and didn't drop a case until she found the truth. Damn, she was a hell of a woman.

He didn't realize how much he could have hurt her- he was just scared. This guy was right- she asked him a simple question and he threw all of his chances of starting a relationship with her were thrown down the drain.