Author's note: I just can't get this one outta my head! I had pit practice today, and I missed more then a few cues by thinking of what to write next. Anywho, this is what I got! Thank you all so much for the great reviews, I'm glad you all like it… lol, and I'll try to edit better! Thanks to whoever pointed out the you're/your thing! I'll watch for it! Anyway, onwards!

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Grissom ran into the lab, bumping past people without stopping to apologize, even as some of them got a little snappy. This man was on a mission - he needed to get to Denver.

Of course, he would have gone alone, booked a flight and set out right after receiving the phone call, but even in his frantic state, Grissom was smart enough to remember that, technically, this was still an investigation. He would need someone to come with him, not only for moral support for whatever waited for him in the small town of Hudson, but also to keep him focused on the case. If this girl was Sara…someone was going to pay.

"Whoa, whoa! Grissom! Where's the fire?" Nick said as Grissom brushed past him, but he wasn't graced with a reply.

Instead, Grissom made a left, straight into Brass's office, closing the door behind him, not caring that it clattered shut with a loud bang. Brass looked up from his computer, and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Gil, what the hell is going…"

"Jim, I need two things from you. I need a member from nightshift, besides myself, and I need two plane tickets to Denver," Grissom said quickly.

"So… you need four things from me?"

"This isn't a joke, Jim. I got a phone call tonight as I was getting ready for work, from the Denver Police Department. They found a women matching Sara's description, and they need me out there now."

Brass sat back in his chair, and swiped at his face in disbelief. He looked around his office, quickly formulating a reply through the shock that coursed through his nerves.

"Is it her?" he managed.

"God, I hope so," mumbled Grissom.

Brass nodded, "I'll get those tickets. Who'd you want to bring? Greg's a level two now, he could use the experience."

Grissom shook his head, "No, this isn't about experience. This is about Sara. Besides, Greg was too close to her. If this is her… and she's…," Grissom couldn't bring himself to say the words, but instead stared the police captain down.

"Right. Take Catherine. She's a strong person, and a dedicated CSI. She wasn't as close to Sara as the guys."

Grissom nodded, then collapsed into the nearest chair. He let his head fall into his hands, his form shaking slightly as he let out a quiet sigh. Brass picked up the phone and called the airport, explaining the situation to the person on the other end, and within a few minutes, two tickets were booked for Denver, the flight leaving in four hours. As soon as Brass hung up the phone, Grissom spoke.

"Do you know it's been two years today since Sara disappeared?" he whispered.

Brass nodded, "Yeah, who could forget?"

"Do you think it's just a coincidence, or do you think this was part of the perp's plan all along?"

"It's hard to say," said Brass, "But I hope that Sara managed to get a few hits in before whatever went down happened."

Grissom smiled slightly, then stood up, "I have to find Catherine, tell her what's going on."

Brass nodded as he watched Grissom walk out of the room. Jim Brass wasn't much of a praying man, but as he watched his friend leave the room, he couldn't help but say a small one.

'Please Lord, if you're up there, don't let this turn out to be nothing… or worse… don't let her turn up dead.'

……….

It hadn't taken long for Grissom to convince Catherine to come with him to Denver, and it definitely didn't taken long for the four hours before the flight to pass. Time flew and found the two CSI's sitting on the plane, listening to the instructions the flight attendant read before take off. Even that was over soon, and the plane was up in the air.

Grissom pulled out a worn folder from his briefcase, and set it on the tray table. He stared down at it, and let his fingers skim its surface. He pursed his lips; he couldn't bring himself to open it.

"Grissom? Aren't you going to fill me in?" asked Catherine gently from next to him.

Grissom turned to look at her, then looked back to the folder. He wrapped his fingers around the edge, and slowly pulled it open. He stared down at the first picture on top, and shuddered…

………..

"The rooms a mess," warned Detective Warner as he opened the door, "and seeing as how you all knew her, I'm sure you'll be able to tell us whether or not this was just the way the victim lived."

Grissom nodded, and Detective Warner opened the door. Grissom peered inside, noting evidence markers as he stepped carefully over the threshold. He winced as he studied the room.

"Sara wasn't like this. She was very neat… very organized."

The room stood in shambles. The bed was torn apart, clothes thrown about the room, notes and other papers scattered about the floor. Sara's cell phone lay shattered on the floor, near the entrance, next to a small pool of blood. Grissom kneeled down next to it, then looked up at blood splatter that decorated the white paint of the wall.

"She was hit when she answered the door, then at some point was knocked down. She probably laid here for awhile as whoever did this ransacked the room. Bastard was probably searching for something," said Warner as he stood over Grissom.

"How did he get her out of here? If she was knocked out, it would have been hard to get her out of here without being caught," noted Grissom.

"I don't exactly know…yet…but there's still more I have to show you," said Warner, walking out of entrance, and further into the room. Grissom shuddered, then followed.

……….

Catherine started at the photo of the blood splatter, then looked at Grissom, "So, she was at the door when she was attacked?"

Grissom nodded, "Yeah. I can verify that, too."

"Yeah?"

"I never really told anyone this, except for Brass and Detective Warner, but I was on the phone with her when she was attacked. She called me after the first day to let me know how things were going."

Catherine opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it and looked back down to the folder. Grissom flipped through the pictures, then pulled one out. He handed it to Catherine.

"This was the only real piece of evidence of the kidnapper's identity we found that day. A photo, left at the scene. That's me, speaking at a lecture of my own. That just happens to be the same one I met Sara at… don't ask me how I remember that. One thing the kidnapper said to me on the phone was, 'Hell hath no fury like a student scorned.' My guess, this guy was someone I ignored at that lecture… I opted for coffee with Sara afterwards instead."

He left Catherine to her thoughts as he turned from the folder. He started out the window of the plane, studying the green terrain below. He ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes. To this day, nobody except for Brass knew about his relationship with Sara. That was something he had had to explain a few days after she had disappeared. It had been hard, and it definitely wasn't the way he had always hoped it would happen. They had talked about it before, Sara and him, on restless nights as they held each other. Laughing as they figured one day they would just walk in, hands clasped tightly together, hiding smiles as people gasped at the display of affection. And while they had both suspected that the team had some idea, they had never gotten the chance to tell them.

It had happened four months before her disappearance. A tough case that neither one could handle found Sara at his door one rainy night in October. Her hair was wet, clinging to her face, tears running down her checks. Without saying a word, Grissom pulled her inside, and right into his arms. They talked about the case, they talked about them, they talked about the future. They had fallen asleep on his couch, the T.V. flickering in the dark room, and morning had come too soon. From there, the rest was history, a blooming relationship that had ended with the phone call made from her hotel room.

Grissom was pulled from his thoughts by the ding of the 'fasten seatbelts' sign, and the voice over the intercom.

"This is your captain speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare for descent. Thank you for flying with us today, and please, enjoy your stay in Denver."

TBC