A/N: I edited chapter 4, as per new idea.

Grissom and Catherine entered the room, and sat down in an orderly fashion, like they were conditioned to the way things worked. Fluorescent lights buzzed, and Sara felt like it was cutting her head in half and performing an unnecessary and painful surgery. Grissom and Catherine looked at her, and it took a moment for Sara to realise exactly who they were. If the whole Rachel thing was a dream… or a vision, or whatever, did they know about her? Also, was this part of the vision, or was she finally awake?

"Is this… now?" Sara asked, trying to ask something crazy while sounding completely sane. Her statement made Catherine look at Grissom in a silent 'what in hell?'

"It's now." Grissom said, completely on the ball of her conversation. "Before you ask…" Grissom said, "the answer is no. Sorry…" Sara didn't know what he thought she would ask. Grissom didn't seem surprised at her confusion. This was confusing to a further extent.

"Alright, thanks…" Sara said, trying not to sound completely oblivious. Catherine kept on looking at Grissom for justification of something they had probably discussed privately, and she wasn't trying to run the show, which told Sara they knew about something pretty serious she probably was not aware of.

"What I was wondering about, actually…" Sara said, breaking the silence, "is if any cases came in about an abduction…? Uh…." She searched for ways to vaguely explain the situation.

"Nothing yet, " Grissom said really slowly, like he was trying to get a five-year-old to understand it wasn't Christmas yet. Sara became annoyed with his act.

"…. A girl, she's I think about 16, perhaps 17? She's got blue eyes… she was wearing a school uniform. Are you completely sure?" Sara asked, trying to cram as much information as she could in, before Grissom stopped her and told her she was being ridiculous.

"And why am I even here? That is what I really, really don't understand!" Sara said, suddenly very scared. Catherine looked just as scared, and Grissom was flipping through notes on his clipboard. He found the page he was looking for.

"Rachel Weiss. About 5 feet 7 inches. Abducted by her father. Last seen at a gas station in a red truck." Grissom read off the page. He looked up, and took enormous satisfaction from Sara's further confused stare.

"You SAID there was nothing!" Sara said angrily. She didn't like what this conversation was turning into. Grissom stopped smiling.

"There isn't anything yet, Sara… this is all you told me." Grissom said, showing her a bunch of scribbled notes. "It's all you told me last time I came, don't you remember?" He took back the clipboard and looked at Sara, waiting for a reply. She nervously fiddled her hands.

"I don't…" Sara said. She paused. Nobody really said anything. "How long have I been here?"