A/N: Sorry it has been so long since I updated. I am so swamped with school, and everything else (including the holidays). The story should end within the next chapter or two. But I can't promise anything, because I said that I would update consistintly and look at me! I hope you like this chapter!
Lance rushed behind Sara and held the knife to her throat just as the police burst in.
"Mr. Smeths, I would highly recommend that you release her now!" Brass had his gun pointed at the kidnapper. Behind him, Josh was being led out in handcuffs.
Lance laughed bitterly, "You're kidding, right? She is my ticket out of here."
Brass realized that this wasn't going to work, Lance was just too smart to give up, even with multiple guns poised, ready to blow his head off. Brass just watched as he held a pale and shaking Sara even tighter. A trickle of blood ran down her throat due to the pressure.
Sara could feel herself shaking, and her whole body was numb. Her veins were pulsing with fear and her head was pounding with pain. The sudden burst of sound had jolted a pain in her that she didn't even know she could feel. Almost as if it were caused by being so relieved, yet so terrified at the same time.
"What is going on in there?" Nick growled in frustration and fear. Mental pictures of Lisa Minotta was going through his head. Her limp, frail body; her pale and lifeless color; her blank swirl of gray eyes. He couldn't let the sick piece of crap do that to Sara.
The rest of the team felt the same way. Everyone felt so powerless in the situation. But one of the most shocking and scary thing happened that night. Brass came out, gun limp in his hand, looking beat.
"The guy won't budge. I don't know what to do. He has a knife to her throat." He sighed.
"Let me talk to him." Catherine said.
Everyone looked at her. She had a grave look on her face, and they all could tell that there was no changing her mind now. Almost everyone present knew that Sara's and Catherine's relationship was very unstable. They knew she wanted to try and make it up to her.
"Uh...Catherine I don't think..." Brass started, but he trailed off because she was already handing her gun to Warrick and treading across the dead lawn.
"Please, just let me go." Sara was pleading, with difficulty due to the knife pressed hard against her windpipe.
"Shut up," Lance was trying to think of a way to get out of there. He knew if he gave her up he would be as good as dead, and if he kept her too long, they would kill him anyway.
Sara then felt the first wave of comfort. Catherine's steady and motherly face appeared. Mothers had a way of making the whole room seem comfortable, even a smelly old underground den that reeked of death and confinement.
"Cath," Sara half breathed, half whispered.
It broke the other woman's heart. Sara was a sight that no one would want to see one of their colleagues in. Pale, sweating, shivering, and bleeding. And Catherine knew she was terrified out of her wits.
"Hi Lance, my name is Catherine," Catherine nearly kicked herself. Is that how you start a conversation with a severely mental person? A severely mental person who has your friend by the throat, no less.
He smiled dirtily. "Do they make all the Las Vegas CSI's like you two? I know where I am going to apply." It was a sorry attempt to intimidate.
"Look, you are not doing yourself any good keeping her down here. She is dying. If she dies, it will be so much harder on you in court. You will probably take the needle." Catherine was somewhat satisfied with her firm voice.
"Look, lady. I am dying anyway. Might as well go down fighting." He spat.
So it continued for about twenty minutes. Catherine was doing her best to keep her cool, despite the serious attitude she was receiving.
Then something happened no one expected. Sara collapsed and fell limp into her captive's arms.