A/N: I know I have a lot of notes, but I just wanted to thank my reviewers for taking the time to leave a little encouraging note for me, and I wish I could reply to all of them, but doesn't have that lovely little trinket, but ah well. You hear enough from me anyway.

Greywolf18: I thought his coffee was something like that, but I wasn't sure. Thanks for the tip!

Disclaimer: I am just a lowly fan, trying to add some joy into the CSI world, so please don't sue me!

Aches and Pains:

Sara could taste the blood in her mouth. He hit her again, and again. He claimed to be teaching "manners". Her stomach felt like she had been ripped in two, her head was pounding so violently it made her dizzy, and her limbs felt as if they would be falling off at any point.

"My, my, look at the strong Sara now. Not so tough here are you?" He mocked as he moved around her. He still had the ski mask on that he had been wearing when he took her.

Before she could stop herself, she spit the blood in his face. He grabbed her neck from behind and dragged her to her feet, throwing her into the wall. The walls and the cement floor were cold, as if she were underground. There were no windows and the only source of light was the dangling construction lamp that hung from the middle of the room.

She saw him walking over. 'Please let him leave. Just leave me alone.' She thought.

All the fight had left her. She had tried to throw a few punches, and she never went willingly, but now, the fight had left her body. She had no more strength.

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"He's not answering." Nick slammed his phone shut angrily.

"Just think for a minute. We can go get our kits and start processing. We can't call Ecklie, Sara should have been taken off the case a long time ago." Catherine motioned for him to follow her outside.

When they got outside, Catherine noticed that the little kid, Bryce, was still standing there, watching them with interest.

"Nick, why don't you go get the kits, I am going to talk to the kid again." She said, handing him the keys.

"Hey, buddy, remember me?" She knelt down again, to see him eye to eye.

"Yeah," he looked down and played with his fingers.

"Where is your mommy?" Catherine looked behind him, as if waiting to see his mother come out from the door.

"She sleeps late on Saturdays." He answered.

"Oh, well I need to ask you a few questions, if that's okay."

"I guess," he looked up at her.

"Do you remember what that man looked like?"

"Umm, he was tall and looked really mean. He had a big black mask over his face. He also had a shiny thing in his belt." Bryce's voice trailed off a little.

"Can you remember what he was wearing, or maybe what he was doing, what he smelled like?" Catherine listed off.

"He did smell really funny. Like fire, or that stuff that mommy drinks. And he was wearing blue pants and a shiny black jacket, like that." He pointed behind Catherine.

She turned around and saw Nick with the kits, in a black leather jacket.

"What?" he asked.

'Bryce, did you see him take Sara, or did he leave alone?" Catherine returned her attention to the little boy.

"She was sleeping and he dragged her out."

"Thank you so much Bryce, you have helped a lot." Catherine stood and shared her newly found information to Nick.

"So he dragged her all the way to his car without anyone else noticing?" Nick stated. He was opening his kit and pulling out the camera.

"I don't know, but he dragged her out of the apartment." Catherine joined him in taking pictures.

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They had finally gotten a hold of Grissom, who soon met him at Sara's apartment with Warrick, Brass, and some officers. Her apartment had now become a crime scene. Before long, they had collected all they needed before heading for the lab.

"Well isn't it obvious who took her?" Nick stirred his third cup of coffee before joining the rest of the team around the table.

All of them thought silently about what to do next. The other Smeths brother claimed not to have anything to say, so they had to let him go, and there was no DNA left at the apartment for them to say who it was for sure.

"Guys, highway patrol caught Lance speeding over on the Strip, they're bringing him in right now." Brass announced, before heading off, the rest of the team in close pursuit.

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Sara glanced around her surroundings once she woke up again. The light was very dim, so she could only see a few feet away from her. The air was getting colder and all she could think about was the pain coursing through her body. Her hands were now bound behind her on the chair she was placed on, making her broken wrist excruciating. Add that to the blinding headache, the jabbing ribs, the swelling bruises, and her many cuts and scrapes, and all Sara could do was pass out again.

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A/N: Hope you liked. Don't know how many more chapters there will be. But no frets, there is plenty more of this story to feast your greedy CSI eye's on. I will try to update real soon, because the next chapter is going to be a fun one to write!