A/N: Thanks again to everyone for the awesome reviews! This chapter is an alternation between Catherine and Sara's POV. Sara is in bold ;)

Everything happened so fast, I'm not sure that I even know what just happened. One second Catherine and I were inside that building and the next we had bolted out, running toward that eighteen-wheeler. I could hear Catherine calling to me to jump inside, and watched as she slid in with ease. I jumped onto the truck, throwing the door open. I had one leg inside before I felt a firm hand wrap its fingers around my ankle and try to yank me out. I cursed as I held onto the sides of the truck, looking at Catherine.

Catherine held her hand out, which I grabbed. She tried to pull me in as best she could but our grip was slipping and another hand had grabbed my ankle. I finally gave into the inevitable and let them pull me out of the truck. I watched as Catherine peered down at me in horror as hands grabbed onto my arms and legs to keep me still. I yelled for her to go, but she refused to leave me, and I finally had to kick the door shut to make her leave. She yelled something to me- though I couldn't tell what it was- and finally sped off.

The group of women carried me off like I was some sort of animal they had hunted. For all it was worth, I fought against them- I sure as hell wasn't going without a fight. I thrashed against them as best I could- I kicked, I punched, heck I even tried to bite them- anything to free myself of their grasp. They pulled me into the building once again, throwing the doors open as they held me in place. I looked around- I couldn't see much for it was getting dark. They carried me past the tables we had passed when we first came into the building, and they went down a dark hallway. They stopped when they reached the room I had been in before, and they literally threw me on the floor. I was greeted with a musky odor- a foul stench that smelt like one hundred public restrooms. I landed on the floor next to the dirty mattress I had been laying on earlier. The door slammed and I got up, trying to open the door only to find it locked from the outside.

So, instead, I collapsed on the floor and wondered just how I was going to get out of here.

I can't believe that just happened. Sara and I were home-free, it should've worked! I got in the truck without any hassle, adrenaline pumping through me as I saw Sara throw her door open and get inside. Unfortunately I didn't see the large group of women on her tail, and watched in horror as a hand grabbed onto Sara's slender ankle. She held onto the sides of the vehicle for dear life, looking at me in terror. I thought as fast as I could and held my hand out to her. She tried as best she could to reach it and she finally did, holding onto my hand tightly.

I tried my best to pull her inside, but I felt our grip slipping. I saw another hand latch onto her other ankle and now knew that we were in deep trouble. I held my other hand out to her, which she grabbed. This didn't help much- I could feel our grip slipping again and the women outside had a huge advantage over me. I watched as Sara said those last words to me before she let go and was propelled backwards into the group of savages. She kicked the door shut and yelled for me to go. I wasn't sure if she heard me, but I told her that I was going to come back for her and then sped off.

I watched in the rear-view mirror as Sara fought against the group, thrashing this way and that. I couldn't bear to watch anymore and turned my head back to the road. I cursed under my breath. I was going to come back, but what was I going to do when I did? I certainly couldn't fight against that giant group of Incredible Hulks, and I didn't have my gun with me. Shit, I didn't have my gun with me. An office is supposed to have their firearm on them at all times- I remember hearing that the first time I went out in the field as a CSI. I left my gun in the car, go figure, and I didn't see Sara's gun in its holster on her hip.

We were in some serious, serious shit, and now I was alone to try and figure out what to do. And I remember a brunette once telling me, "Two sharp women are better than one." Well, right now there's only me, and I don't have a clue on what to do, Sara. If you can send me some telekinetic message I would sure appreciate it.

If those people do anything to Sara, I swear, I may lose it entirely. Sure, Sara and I had never always been on the greatest of terms, but I would never want her to get hurt, and now she was in the hands of these...inhuman, monsterous beasts. Sara had always been sort of like a daughter to me, and deep down I think she really thought of me as a mother. A mother I now know that she really never had. Ever since Sara had told me the story of her childhood, I understand her insecurities and why she acts the way she does about certain things and cases we work on.

Again, we may not have always been on the best of terms, but I hope nothing happens to her.

Here I am for the second hour now, lying on the damp floor of my small musky prison, arms behind my head, staring at the ceiling. My mind wanders to different things, from what Catherine may be doing to what the guys back home are doing. I wonder if they are getting suspicious as to why we have been gone so long. Grissom is probably in his office doing that paperwork he never works on. Nick and Warrick are probably in the break room playing Playstation or Gamecube, and I suspect Greggo is blasting music from one of the labs.

Anyways, I looked around the room for something I could use as a weapon, but to my dismay there is nothing in this room but the mattress I am lying next to. I looked down at the holster on my hip, but my gun is not there. Tch, try explaining that one, Sidle- Um, yeah...I...um...I dropped it somewhere. Sorry! Something tells me that is not going to go over too well with Ecklie or Grissom for that matter.

I jumped when I heard the doorknob jiggle. I got to my feet, slowly backing up against the wall, and found my hands balling into fists. I stopped when my back hit the wall and the door was thrown open. In walked three of my captors, standing next to each other and just staring at me. I felt like a caged animal or one of Grissom's bugs- everyone just staring at me. I'm not going to do a back-flip, so sorry to disappoint everyone.

One of the women turned to the others and they again huddled in a small group. I tried to decipher what they were saying but it was to no avail, and they all turned toward me and started advancing on me. The will to fight grew inside of me again and I swung at one of them with my right arm. I smiled in triumph as I got one of them in the face and they let out a small cry of pain, but my smile soon disappeared as the other two shot me a cold, icy glare. I felt the toe of one of their boots connect with my stomach, and I fell to the ground, winded. I don't think anything was broken, but that doesn't mean that I didn't feel just as much pain.

As I tried to catch my breath I was grabbed my arms and pulled out of the room. I looked around, the room spinning as they jerked me from side to side. They carried me back into the front of the building and threw me down on the floor. I was now surrounded by every single woman in that building, their eyes stabbing into me like daggers. I slowly propped myself up by my arms and looked around for a way to escape, but of course I was totally surrounded with no possible way to get out. One of the women walked off and came back with something in their hands. I squinted to try and figure out what it was, but I couldn't see and was lifted up by my arms once again.

I looked around at everyone as the woman who had walked off before stepped forward. She pulled out what she had grabbed and now I had a clear view of it- it was rope. I was wondering what exactly they were going to do with it, as they pulled my arms toward the woman and she wrapped the white rope around them. Again, still not knowing what they were going to do, I thrashed against them- to be truthful, I didn't want to wait and find out. My thrashing did nothing as they tied the rope around my arms and hands tightly. I winced as they made a tight knot. I just stared at them all as they walked outside, still carrying me along with them.

I saw a black blob in front of me and I soon figured out what it was- it was a motorcycle. I didn't like where this was going one bit. They pushed me forward and I was greeted by another muscular giant, who grabbed my tied arms and hands and grabbed another rope, tying my hands and arms to another rope connected to the motorcycle. I could now see what they were trying to do and I struggled against the woman as best I could. Finally, I was tied to the motorcycle and one of the women hopped on. I watched in horror as they revved the engine a few times, looking back at me. They were taunting me- they were enjoying the fear that was buiding inside of me.

Finally, she put both feet on the pedals and sped off. It took me a moment, but I finally figured it out- crap, this was really going to happen. I felt myself jerked forward and I was thrown off my feet as we sped off. I felt rocks digging into my sides as the women moved forward. Behind us, I could hear the group of women cheering and laughing as I was dragged along. The driver sensed this and made a sharp turn, making me fly to the left before being jerked forward again. I cried out as I felt my side connect with something hard, and I started coughing uncontrollably as dust flew into my face.

I am sitting in this eighteen-wheeler wondering what I am to do. I looked around the truck for something I could use- a phone, a gun, perhaps. I found nothing, and I jumped out of the truck, walking around to the back. I grabbed the back of the truck and wrapped my fingers around a cold metal handle. I threw it open and I almost flew up with the door as it opened. I jumped into the back of the truck and looked around- there were some old boxes and things like that, but I had to look harder. I was going to get Sara back, no matter what. That was a promise.

I threw one of the boxes open and looked around- there was nothing inside except for a few old boots and a jacket or two. I kicked the box to the side and opened another. My search came up empty, until I smelt something that made me want to gag. This smell...was so familar. A smell I knew a little too well. A smell that should only be coming from the coroner's. Decomp.

I threw some more boxes to the side and found what I was looking for. A rotted corpse, almost at the final stage of decomposition. I kneeled down beside it and observed it- the clothes were rotted along with the body's skin. I noticed the body's hands were held in front of them. This made me wonder, and I grimaced as I held the body's hand up so I could see better. There was something wrapped around the hands and arms, I realized. I grimaced once again as I tore off a piece of what was holding their arms in place. I jumped out of the back of the truck and observed it in the moonlight. I was rope- it looked to be white, though it was hard to tell because it was also a number of colors from bodily fluids leaking onto it.

I sat down in the back of the truck. This was our body from the four-nineteen call. They had stolen it. They obviously had something to do with the body or they wouldn't have stolen it. That mean they had something to hide, and this something was definetly not good. This only made me worry more. What the hell had they done to this poor person in back of me? And what the hell were they going to do to Sara?

I tried to get the image of Sara lying motionless on the ground, arms tied in front of her, looking up at me with cold, lifeless eyes. No, she wasn't going to be killed, I wasn't about to let that happen. I was going to get her back. We were going to go back to Vegas. We were going to laugh with the rest of the team in the break room again drinking our motor-oil coffee. She was going to come back. To us. To me.

I don't know how much more I can take of this. I can feel cuts and scrapes all over my body, and blood is trickling down my forehead. Everything's getting blurry. I don't know how long we've been at this. It feels like eternity. I might've broken something, it sure feels like it. I just want to lie down right now, why won't they let me lie down? My chest is burning, my head is pounding, and my body is achey. I can't believe I've stayed awake this long through it all.

I can feel the motorcycle pick up speed. I can't take any more of this. I feel my body being jerked around from each sharp turn the driver makes, each swift motion making me moan in pain. I look up at the night sky, trying to pick out patterns in the sky. I can feel the moonlight beading down on my face as my eyes start to droop. Finally, I'm being cut a break. I close my eyes entirely as I welcome the darkness that comes and consumes me.