Author's note: Ok, here's the next chapter! Again, thank you for all the great reviews, you all are the best! Is the suspense killing you? Oh, btw, sorry it's so short! I'll try to post more later tonight!

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"Do you need a few minutes?"

"No."

"This is how it'll work, then. We'll pull back this curtain, and my assistant will pull back the sheet. Take as much, or as little, time as you need to make the identification. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Jeffery, the curtain please."

It seemed to pull back in agonizingly slow motion, the whir of the rope buzzing in Grissom's ears. It revealed a table similar to the ones he had seen a million times in Vegas's morgue; the same cold steel, hidden underneath a white sheet, and a dead body. Grissom stared intently at the tuft of brown hair sticking out from underneath the sheet, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was the same hair he had run his fingers through so many times before. Grissom swallowed hard as the assistant stepped up to the table, gently gripping the edge of the sheet, and slowly pulled back.

Grissom inhaled sharply, then leaned in, placing his hand on the window. He licked his lips, then turned away, heading for the door.

"Mr. Grissom?" questioned the M.E.

"It's not her," he said coldly as he pushed the door open and headed back to his hotel room.

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"I understand you've been in this sort of situation before, Mr. Grissom," said Kyra Green as she lead him down the hallway.

"Yes, except for last time I was making an I.D. on a body, and hopefully this time it'll be on a living person."

Kyra smiled, "Today must be your lucky day then."

'That's what I'm hoping,' thought Grissom.

Catherine stared at Grissom briefly before turning her attention back to the hallway, "This women, has she been checked out yet?"

"Yes, ma'am," answered Kyra, "But we didn't get very far. A responding EMT tried to examine her at the scene… she nearly broke his arm. Not much luck at the hospital, either. A few of the female nurses were able to dress a few of the more severe wounds, but other then that, they weren't able to do much else without her freaking out."

Grissom swallowed nervously, and asked quietly, "What were her wounds exactly?"

"A few deep cuts that should have been treated by a professional long ago, what looked to be a fractured cheek bone, and bruises… lots and lots of bruises."

Kyra stopped them at a door, frowned at both of them, "She hasn't said a word to anyone since we found her. Detective Warner is in with her now, and requested that it just be him for now. Seeing you two, or anyone else for that matter, might be more of a shock then she needs. You can go into the viewing room, though, see if you can't make an identification, or listen to the interview if you'd like. I'll be out here if you need me."

She gripped the handle and pushed the door forward, letting Grissom and Catherine into a cold concrete room. As they stepped in, the door shut behind them. Grissom moved in further, stepping up to the glass, peering into the interrogation room. Detective Warner, slightly aged from the last time Grissom saw him, sat on the right, pushing a cup towards the women who sat on the left. Her hair hung down in her face, and she held her hands tightly in her lap. Her eyes focused on the table top as Warner spoke.

"Ma'am, here's your water."

The women lifted a hand to take the cup, then lifted the cup to her mouth. She coughed slightly as the cool water ran down her throat, then she pushed the cup away.

"Do you know what happened to you?" asked Warner softly; the women slowly shook her head no.

"Do you know your name?" The women nodded yes.

"Can you tell me?" Warner asked, as if talking to a child.

The women froze in her seat, and her lips moved slightly, as if she spoke, but nothing came out. She looked up, her hair falling back from her face, deeply bruised eyes staring at Warner sadly. She opened her mouth again, then closed it, and shook her head no. The women turned her face towards the window, as if studying her own broken and defeated reflection. Grissom gasped, and placed his hand on the window.

"Sara," he whispered.

"Oh my God," said Catherine softly, as she stepped up behind Grissom. He leaned closer to the glass, forehead nearly touch the cold glass, when he heard the women whisper.

"Is he there?" her voice was raspy, "Is he behind the mirror?"

"Who?" asked Warner.

"Grissom?"

Grissom rushed for the door, his hand briefly touching the handle before Catherine pulled him back, "No, Gil! No! She's not ready; you're not ready!"

"Catherine, it's her! I need to see her!"

"Grissom, you are emotionally unstable right now, so is she! Give it a little longer, wait for it to sink in. You can't help her if you're both freaking out."

Grissom settled down, and stared back at the window, hoping to see Sara's eyes again, but her head was turned away, her gaze settled back on the table.

Detective Warner stood, "I'll be right back."

The door opened and Warner gave Grissom a small smile, "It's her."

"When can I see her?" asked Grissom.

"When we get back," answered Warner, "I know this is a long awaited reunion, but there is lots of work to do if you plan on catching this guy, and it all starts in Hudson. Come on, I think you need to see where she's been."

Detective Warner motioned towards the door. Grissom hesitated, then followed the detective and Catherine out the door, turning to take one last look at the broken shell of Sara that sat at the small table, staring blankly at the window in front of her.

TBC