A/N Thanks for the comments. I suddenly want to write a Sara/Nick/Greg threesome story ! But I'll finish this first. I'm also working on my Sandles fic called Fun and Games so check it out if you get a chance.

Chapter Four - Part One

Nick worked in the lab reviewing the tape, the end of the tape anyway. Every time he replayed it he felt sick. Watching Sara just laying there, laying on that bed… Was she really still alive? Or was Nigel just keeping his hopes up, only to take them away again. He held his coffee tightly and sipped it. He wanted to see Sara back in the office, he wanted to see her smile again, and he wanted to hold her, to kiss her… Suddenly he noticed his hand shaking. He put down the coffee cup worried it would spill.

He looked back at the tape and looked at the bandage on her side, he enlarged it, you could see a small amount of blood on it, and he sighed. If she was still bleeding she was still alive, unless that was old blood. He held his head in his hands. Someone rubbed his shoulder and he glanced up to see Catherine. "Anything?"

"Nothing, I don't know where she is, this is useless." Nick said aggravated.

"Its okay, we'll find something we have to keep looking." She said softly, "We know it looks like a warehouse obviously an abandoned one. So, Warrick and Grissom are looking into the warehouses in Vegas." Nick nodded; they would find something they had to. Grissom walked in, the bags under his eyes were noticeable.

"The warehouses?" Grissom said quickly, "There more then 100 in Las Vegas." Nick and Catherine looked at each other anxiously. Grissom continued, "At least 40 of them are abandoned, 28 have been abandoned for longer then 10 years." He walked over to Nick's computer where the tape was playing, and pointed to the walls, "These walls look newly painted, so 10 years is out of the question. The 8 have been abandoned less then 10 years, the only four? Less then five. Looking at the paintjob I looked into the ones that have been painted recently," He stopped, Catherine and Nick looked at him intently, "2." Catherine grinned. "And I have the addresses here. I got Brass to get his 'troops' we're heading to the one closest to the crime scene. Come on, I'll drive."

Nick smiled, they were going to get Sara back, he just knew it.

Sara managed to pull her self to a sitting position, she looked around the room, the walls were white and the floors were wooden. The wood seemed cheap; it was a dark brown and not polished. The building looked abandoned. She needed to get out of here, if she could only get off the bed… She crawled trying to fight the pain of the cut, but she couldn't move.

"Don't bother." A voice said, coming from somewhere in front of her. She looked up panicking, she saw a man about 5'3" standing around one of the wooden beams in the building, "You'll start bleeding again, and with that cut… I don't know if I'll be able to bandage you up again." He walked closer to the bed, Sara gasped as she recognized the man as Nigel Crane. Prison had obviously changed his look, there were deep dark circles under his eyes, and he looked as if he hadn't shaven since he escaped. Sara glared at him holding onto her stomach, where she was stabbed, and he continued, "Don't give me that look. Aren't you grateful I bandaged you up? I could have just left you there to bleed to death, what do you people call it? 'Bleeding out?' Yes that's it.

What would Nick do she thought remembering Nick has gone through worse and yet—he was still alive. She had to remain strong throughout, even if she… even if she didn't make it. No, no don't think like that. I'll make it; I'll "Am I suppose to be thanking you?" She said trying not to show any sign of pain, she spoke before she could finish her thoughts, "Oh yes why leave me there to die when I could just torture her and hold her hostage?"

"Torture?" He questioned, "It's a possibility. I was thinking of killing you, cutting you up and displaying you in public. How would you like that sound Sara Sidle? Wouldn't you like being a human display? People would take pictures of you as they passed by. Oh and Grissom, I bet he wouldn't even care, not after you yelled at him like that." His words stung Sara, she closed her eyes feeling them water up. How long was he watching her? How much did he see? She thought of Nick, He's using me as bait, I can't let him, I won't let him take Nick. She came up with a new plan.

"What about you Nigel? Does anyone care about you? I bet after killing that girl before, no one knew your name. Hell I didn't until I got onto this case. Nobody cares Nigel, no one." She said almost sympathetically. He just stared at her his mouth hanging open, Sara smiled, "What was all this? I cry for attention? To get people to notice you? Do you think people would adore you? Admire you after you killed someone?" He walked closer to her anger in his eyes, "The only way people would notice you is if you were dead." She shouted.

"You bitch!" He shouted and slapped her across the face, she screamed and hung her head, "I know what your doing! You want me to kill you so you'll save Nick, but that'll be too late, he knows you're here and would already be coming." Sara's lip trembled slightly.

Chapter Four - Part Two

After Nigel hit her he walked away mumbling to himself, obviously this guy had major emotional issues. Sara sat hugging herself at the side of the bed unable to move, she sat planning her great escape, if she could only find the entrance, or move. Taking a breath Sara eased herself onto her feet only to fall forward; she put her arms out in front of her and reached for the wall for support. She walked most of her body eased onto the wall. Each step caused some sort of pain in her body, she grounded, and she felt as if she was being torn in half. Each grab at the wall left red fingerprints, her fingers were bloody from holding her bandage. She realized she was leaving a trail and let go of the wall slowly.

Five minutes had passed before she had made it to the next room limping all the way. Sara looked around the next room, empty except a lonely paint can sitting in the corner, a door was across the room from Sara, and it was too small to be the entrance but small enough to be a closet. She sighed and started to go to the next room when she heard, "Son of a bitch!" Nigel screamed, crap Sara thought, He's going to look for me. She started moving faster, she needed to hide. Sara grabbed the handle of the closet door, opened it quietly and slid inside where she collapsed onto the floor shaking.

Nick, Grissom, and Catherine stood at the warehouse, "Ware House Number One." Catherine said with a sigh, "And so it begins."

Nick glanced around, there car the only one there, "Where the hell is Brass?" They all shrugged and glanced at each other anxiously. Although Nick and Grissom had their differences, and grudges against each other, they would work together side by side until Sara was back in their arms, what happened after didn't mater.

"I can't just stand here, while Sara could be inside dieing!" Nick shouted angrily, he shoved his hands in his pockets and started swaying back and forth on his feet impatiently. Grissom walked towards the building slowly.

"Grissom!" Catherine shouted, "We can't go in without the police with us, we have to wait before stepping inside the premises." Grissom just continued to walk forward, "They never said we couldn't peek inside." He hugged the side of the building next to the window; he slowly moved his head around the corner to see inside. There was the bed alright, but there was no Sara. Had he moved her? Where was she? Then he saw him, Nigel walked up to the bed his eyes wide, "Son of a bitch!" he shouted, he heard something moving quickly in the room next to the one he was looking in, he couldn't see it, but he knew it was Sara. Letting out a sigh of relief he ran back to Catherine and Nick who were just staring at him.

"What? Did you see her?" Catherine said quickly.

"Is she okay? Sara's okay, right? She is alive? Right?" Nick said in one breath.

Grissom nodded, "She's alive as far as I can tell but she's in trouble. From what it looks like she was trying to escape but Nigel," He stopped as Nick's eyes widened, "It is Nigel." Grissom confirmed, "But Nigel found out she was gone, I heard movement in the other room, she's alive." Grissom said staring at the ground, "She's alive," he said again.

"She needs help." Nick said, without a pause or hesitation Nick grabbed his gun and started running for the warehouse. Grissom followed after him. Catherine just stayed there mouth hanging open, she shouted, "You guys! Wait you can—"But it was too late they had already barged in through the door. She shook her head, There going to get in trouble on this one. Or killed, she thought. She grabbed her gun and ran for the door, remaining on the outside, if anything did happen; if any shots were fired she was going in.

Nick ran into the building, and stumbled forward, he realized he better be quiet, he was dealing with what he thought was a psychotic maniac. Any wrong movements and he wouldn't be the only one with his brains blown out, and Sara wouldn't be safe. The room he was in was empty, nothing at all. He held his gun out in front of him and moved to the next. A paint can was sitting in the corner; he stepped forward and noticed a closet. He reached for the handle, "Stokes." Nick jumped a few feet in the air at the sound of his name, he turned slowly, and Nigel stood just a few feet away his gun out. Nick held his own gun out in front of him for protection.

"You shoot, I shoot." Nick said voice shaking.

Sara hugged her knees in the closet hearing Nigel run from room to room in search for her, she shook her head, the closet she thought it's the first place a murderers going to look I—she lost her train of thought hearing foot steps step closer to the door. She held her breath, "Stokes." Dread filled her stomach as she realized the foot steps were Nicks.

"You Shoot, I shoot." He heard Nick say, the fear in his voice was noticeable. A tear rolled down Sara's face, Nick came to save her, only to get killed.

Nick held his gun steady in front of him, "Ah yes but Nicky dear, but I'm sure your lovers in that closet, and if I just shoot at the closet I'm sure I'll hit her straight in the chest. Hmm?" He said smirking. Nick hesitated, he lowered his gun and placed it on the floor getting the point, "That's better Nicky, now step aside while I get your Miss Sidle out of the closet." Nick looked at him eyes wide, but moved slowly.

Nigel walked to the door, kicks the gun out of the way and opened it. Sara sat hugging her knees, hair a mess, and tears steaming down her face. Nick gasped as he realized she was shaking violently. Nigel grabbed her by the arm, and Sara stood up hunched over due to the pain. He dragged her over to Nick and forced her down on her knees. Nigel leaned down and picked up Nick's gun, "Yah know I heard of this case, where these people made their friends kill their wife or husband." He handed Nick the gun, and raised his own to Nicks head, "Hey Nick I know you have officers outside, and I know I'm going to get caught, but at least I'll go out with a bang, you know?" Nigel grinned, he was talking as if he was trying to start up a conversation, when Nick didn't respond he shoved his gun harder against Nicks head, "If you love her, shoot her, if you do you'll live." Nick's mouth hung opened, he stared at Sara who stared back with watery eyes.

"Nick just do it, please just do it." She moaned. Nick just stared at her not believing the words coming from her mouth.

"I can't…" He managed.

"Oh but you have to." Nigel said shoving the gun harder against him giving him a reminder. Nick stared down at the only girl he really loved, and raised the gun.

A/N I had too much fun writing this chapter...

Teaser:

Brass's car rolled up followed by a parade of police cars, he hopped out, "Sorry!" He yelled, "Traffic, even with the--" He stopped, his mouth hung open, "Where's Grissom? Nick?" He called to Catherine who just stood at the door, she pointed in the ware house and hung her head looking annoyed.
"Damnit Griss." Brass yelled, he turned towards his cops and pointed at the builing, "Guns out lets go!" And they ran towards the buildling.

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