Author's note: Sorry 'bout the delay, guys. I've been sick since Tuesday night, and am still kinda sick, so bear with me! Thank you again for all the great reviews!

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Grissom, Catherine, and Detective Warner had quickly bagged the evidence at the scene, and walked through the house once more before heading back to the station. Catherine and Warner had made small talk on the way back, but Grissom just stared absent-mindedly out the window, his mind focused on the women waiting back at Denver HQ.

It had taken all of his strength not to run in once they pulled into the parking lot, and Grissom's legs were sore from the force it took to hold them back as soon as they reached the stairs. He wearily followed Warner and Catherine to log in their evidence, but focused his thoughts on a room just a couple rooms down.

"Mr. Grissom," Warner interrupted his thoughts, "I'm sure you two have been separated long enough. Why don't you go wait for Kyra outside the room. She shouldn't be too long."

Grissom smiled at the detective, and nodded as he left the room. He stood outside the interrogation room, tapping his fingers impatiently against his folded arms. His eyes wandered back and forth between the people passing him by in the hallway, trying to settle on the familiar face of the young officer. Finally, he saw her at the end of the hallway. She smiled when she saw him, and waved a hand in acknowledgement; Grissom nodded in return.

It didn't take long for her to reach him after that, "Mr. Grissom, hope I didn't keep you waiting to long."

"Not at all," said Grissom as he followed her through the door into the viewing area.

"Ok, just a few ground rules. I'm sure you already guessed a few of these. I know you know her, but I wouldn't recommend touching her. She gets pretty jumpy. Keep your voice low, and try to remain seated at all times. Any sign of agitation or aggression, even if it's not towards her, upsets her pretty badly. Any questions?"

Grissom shook his head, then reached for the door. Kyra stepped out of the way as he pulled the door open.

"I'll be right out here if you need me," she said.

Grissom nodded a thank you, and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He sat down at the table, taking a deep breath as the second door behind him opened. An officer stepped in, followed by Sara. Grissom inhaled sharply as he turned to face her, fighting every urge in his body to stand up and pull her into his arms.

It took Sara a few seconds to take her eyes off the ground and focus on the man sitting at the table, but as soon as she did, she gasped, and took a step back. She stood still, staring with wide eyes as Grissom smiled gently.

"Sara," whispered Grissom.

Sara licked her chapped lips and cocked her head to the side, "Grissom?"

Grissom nodded slowly and watched as Sara walked to the other side of the table, taking her seat in the chair across from him. She folded her hands together and stared at him from across the table.

"Sara, honey…," Grissom trailed off, studying her bruised face. Sara picked up on it and looked down.

"Grissom, I'm… I'm fine," she rubbed at her arm nervously.

"Have you seen the doctor yet?" Grissom asked softly.

Sara sat silently, avoiding Grissom's eyes. She shrugged, "Yeah, well, I've seen a nurse. But nothing is wrong with me, so it doesn't really matter."

Grissom shook his head, "Sara, you've got cuts on your arms, your face is bruised, and we don't know…"

"Don't you think I know what's happened to me, Grissom?" she yelled.

Her eyes finally met his. Grissom hands gripped the edge of the table. A tear lethargically ran down Sara's battered cheek, and she quickly looked back down. Grissom leaned forward.

"Sara… do you know what happened to you?" he whispered.

Sara didn't look up, but shifted nervously in her chair. Grissom knew he was breaking the rules Kyra had set down, but slowly, he got up from his seat, and made his way around the table. Slowly, he kneeled next to Sara, and looked up at her face. She closed her eyes as he gently took one of her hands.

"I don't… it's hard…"

Grissom squeezed her hand, "It's going to be ok, Sara. We're here to fill in the blanks. I won't let this guy get away. I promise."

Sara's head shot towards his, and she shook her head furiously, "No, Grissom, no. Just… let it go, ok. I'm here, I'm back. Just… drop it."

Grissom furrowed his eyebrows, "Sara, no. This guy took you away. He hurt you. I won't let him get away with that."

Sara continued to shake her head, "Grissom, this guy is evil. If you go after him… he will outsmart you. He will get you. If you chase him, we're both as good as dead. You have me back, isn't that good enough?"

Grissom was silent. Having Sara back was a dream come true, especially after two years of wondering if she was dead or not, but the thought that whoever did this was still out there, well… that scared him. He could come back, take her away again, and that was something Grissom did not want to risk.

"Grissom?"

"I don't want to lose you again, and the only way I can make sure that doesn't happen is to see him brought to justice."

Grissom stood up and gently pulled Sara up with him. She stared at him as he wiped away her tear.

"We're going back to Vegas tomorrow. The sooner you're away from here, the better."

"But, Grissom…"

"And Sara, don't worry," Grissom whispered, "we're going to figure out what happened to you, and we're going to bring this guy down. No matter what it takes."

TBC

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Author's note: I'm sorry I didn't write more, but I'm starting to feel sick again! I'll post a much longer chapter tomorrow! I promise!