"So, Sara, first off, I want you to know that I have been watching you and your fri-…coworkers for quite a while," he said as she listened to what he had to say. "And I must say that I am quite surprised that you have stayed in that working environment," he said shaking his head.

"Anyways…let's start at your childhood," he said clearing his throat.

Crap- he really was going to do this!

"Your brother was in rehab, no? When you were about seven-years-old you noticed that your father started hitting your mother. They would yell at each other but it never got physical, did it?" he asked. His sense of satisfaction was gone. Now he sounded sad.

"Things went from bad to worse. Your mother started drinking and your father soon got fired from his job," he went on. "You had no friends at school and things just got worse when you went home," he said looking at her eyes. "And then that one night…" he added sighing.

"Your mother lost it. Your father hit you and she grabbed a knife and stabbed him. She stabbed him 11 times, I believe," he said closing his eyes to think.

"You went from one foster home to the next. They never appreciated you; they didn't want to take care of another kid, they just wanted money," he said opening his eyes.

"You got a job when you were older and paid your own college tuition," he added. "You went to Harvard and got a degree in forensic science and criminal justice. From there you went to San Francisco where you worked for the crime lab there," he said as he went on. "But then Gil Grissom called you and said he needed help at his lab. You left without hesitation, and that's when your life really fell apart."

She was now in tears. How did he know all of this? Why was he bringing up such bad memories?

"It's okay," he said pulling her closer to him. "You can cry."

She didn't realize why he was doing what he was doing- he was holding her in his arms and stroking her back as she cried.

"Sara…I want to tell you something," he said holding her chin up to his face. "My father used to beat me when I was a child. My mother was always drunk and one night she drank herself to death. Things went on the same way for seven years before child services came into the picture," he said looking into her eyes.

Her eyes widened. He could tell she was lighting up to him and he cut the duct tape on her arms and legs.

"He beat you?" she said wiping the tears from her eyes, completely forgetting about him kidnapping her.

He nodded. "Yeah, and I went into foster care soon after child services came in."

Her eyes softened- she had no idea. She had met someone with a similar story to her own.

He pulled her closer to him. "Sara, come with me. Let me take you away from this miserable place. Let me make you forget about the pain those people have caused you here and we can start a new life. Together," he said rubbing her cheek.

"I understand you, Sara. We're two of a kind; we're made for each other."

She looked up at him. "Why did you kidnap me?"

"I'm dreadfully sorry for that, dear," he said rubbing her head where he had hit her. "I ran out of chloroform and I needed to get you away from those awful people," he said kissing her forehead. She looked into his eyes- he was serious. For once she had met someone who cared about her.

"Well, I ran the name Daniel Burnun through CODIS. Get this- he was arrested in '85 for attempted murder and first-degree kidnapping," Nick said sitting down in the break room.

"Okay, so this guy has Sara…he gave us his name?" Catherine asked a bit confused.

"He thinks he understands Sara. He's probably making up some lie to make her side with him," Grissom said walking into the room. "I ran his name again and found out some information about his first kidnapping victim," he said putting the file down.

"She was a tall young blonde woman in her early thirties. He told her that he was sexually molested as a child because she was raped," he said shaking his head. "This guy is sick. He picks out his victims and watches them until he finally strikes," he said sighing. "He apparently told her that he would give her a new life with him, but that's when the attempted murder charges came in," he said.

Warrick, Catherine, and Nick all sat in silence as they allowed him to continue.

"He tried to kill her; told her he was cleansing her of all the pain she had gone through," he said, now his tone firm.

"And how long did he have this woman?" Warrick asked.

"72 hours."

"Then we have to hurry up!" Catherine said jumping out of her seat.

"We have already found out he has a property out in Henderson. He's not very original; it's the same place he took the last woman," Grissom told them.

"Alright, let's call Brass and take care of this bastard," Catherine said as they left the break room.

"Sara?" Daniel asked as he walked back into the room she had been staying in.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"I am going to be cleansing you."

"What?" Sara asked. What the hell did that mean?

"It's a ritual," he said sitting down in front of her. "It's the only way to cleanse your mind and body of all the pain you have gone through."

With that, he pulled out a small kit from behind him. He opened it up revealing several knives and razors of different shapes and sizes.

Sara's eyes widened- she now realized what was going on. She remembered a case from twenty years ago- a man attempted to kill a woman in this very same way. He claimed he would be cleansing her of her pain. He lied to her- said he was sexually molested as a child to gain her trust.

"Now I know who you are!" Sara said jumping to her feet. "How could I have been so stupid? Daniel Burnun- convicted of first-degree kidnapping and attempted murder in 1985!" she said backing up.

"Sara…you're not really going to believe those lies, now are you?" he said getting to his feet.

"They're not lies! Everything you told me were lies! You just wanted to gain my trust before you killed me!"

"Sara, sweetheart, I have no idea where you heard such nonsense."

"You're trying to kill me!" she screamed. He walked closer to her, the kit holstered to his side.

"Stay away from me!" she said backing up- she was soon stopped by the wall.

"Sara…" he put his hands on her shoulders. She was shaking. He struck her hard in the face and she fell limp into his arms. "…The cleansing must begin."

And with that he carried her to the center of the room and began picking out the necessary tools for his 'ritual'.

"Grissom, you're almost there," Brass told him.

"Okay, I'll tell you when you guys can move in. If you guy go in first you might scare the guy and he could hurt Sara," he said over the radio in his car and approached his destination.

Inside the building, Daniel picked up a small blade and cut his own finger, drawing a line between him and Sara.

The cleansing was about to start.