Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own CSI. Maybe in the next lifetime.

A/N: Thanks to my reviewers, you guys are really encouraging. Oh, and my English teacher sucks, so that's just what I need! Hope you like.

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Sara looked up as Catherine walked into the break room. She was just draining her fourth cup of coffee when Catherine spoke.

"Well, I hear you're handling the case well enough. Just letting you know I won't be peering over your shoulder every step." Sara could tell that she was trying to be subtle about it, but appreciated that Catherine was telling her that she wouldn't be taking control, but just be a partner.

"Thanks, Cath," Sara stated, "Well, I was going through any missing persons report for a blind woman of our Jane Doe's profile. I got two hits. A Lisa Minotta and a Cheryle Markson. You want Cheryle and I'll take Lisa?"

"Sure." Catherine took the file from the brunette's hand and walked out, her colleague going the other way.

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At Cheryle's

Catherine walked up to the little house with a slight feeling of foreboding. It was never fun interviewing the victim's families, even if you're not sure that they are the real family. Just seeing what their life had been or even seeing a normal, unharmed family made the victim seem all the more real. It showed how much they had, or how little, and what the perpetrator had taken away.

Tapping lightly on the door, Catherine turned around. It was a nice, cozy little house on a quiet street. Not much her taste, but still charming.

At the sound of the door Catherine turned back around.

"Yes?" The petite woman at the door still had the chain hooked on the door.

"Yes, Catherine Willows, LVCL. I was wondering if you know a Cheryle Markson."

"Yes, actually she's my sister." The woman answered. "My name is Dana Lawson."

"Yes, um, do you know where your sister is?" Catherine hated this part.

"Chery has been missing for about three months now." Dana was now getting choked up.

"Would you mind if I came in a moment?"

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At Lisa's

Sara was standing on the doorstep of a rather large house. It was secluded and private and had taken about ten times around the block to find.

An elderly, tired looking woman answered the door.

"May I help you?" The lady asked in a small, quiet voice.

"Sara Sidle with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I was wondering if a Lisa Minotta lived here." She showed her I.D.

"Lisa has been missing for about a year now. I'm her mother, Attica Minotta. "

"We think we might have found you're daughter's body, Mrs. Minotta." Sara was never good at this. She had never been talked to gently, so she wasn't sure how to do it. Catherine was the one who could break the news smoothly and kindly.

"What?" the Mrs. Minotta looked at her through strange eyes. A look Sara was used to now, but could never stop herself from wanting to run away.

Sara pulled out the photo of the Jane Doe and showed it to her. "Is this your daughter?"

The lady gave a small nod, before breaking down and sobbing.

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Sara was walking back into the lab when a voice called out.

"Sara Sidle?" The voice echoed across the half empty parking structure.

Sara turned around, but found no one.

"Over here."

Sara found the source of her confusion. A man was holding a gun straight at her head.

"Now, I want you to give me your weapon, slowly." The black hooded figure walked over to her and took her gun. He then grabbed her upper arm and dragged her into a corner. Sara wasn't stupid enough to scream, but she wasn't sure of the whole lab couldn't hear her heart beating hard against her chest.

"What do you want?" She spat out. She was so scared, but she never came off as scared. Just angry. Very angry.

"If you were smart, you would shut up and listen." Sara could fell the metal pressed hard against her skull. "I want you to mark the blind girl's case an unsolved. You are to tell your coworkers that you never found out her identity and that you are closing it."

"You know I can't do that. I'm not the only one on this case. Anyway, I wouldn't if I could. I will make it my personal business to make sure that your filthy ass is locked away in prison." Sara knew that she wasn't doing herself good.

He then wrapped his arm around her throat and threw her against the wall. He now had one hand on her neck and the other cocking the gun at her face. She could smell his horrible breath. Whiskey. A whole lot of whiskey. His face was hidden, but from how hard he was holding her, she could tell that a woman like Lisa Minotta wouldn't stand a chance.

"Watch your mouth little missy. You better watch your back. If that case isn't closed by the end of your next shift, I will make it my personal business to make you the next one on that hard, cold, metal table in the morgue. Trust me; it won't be a pleasant death." He then closed the gap between them. "It might just be fun. We could make it very memorable."

He moved his face closer to hers. So close Sara had to turn her face to avoid contact. "I'll be watching you. Leave me a note under the trashcan in the back of the lab. You have forty eight hours before I come pay you a house call."

At that, he turned and ran to the other side of the parking lot, leaving Sara too shaken up to even run after him.