A/N: Thanks again guys! You guys are very encouraging :D

Catherine still sat next to the bed her friend was lying on, holding her hand tightly as she waited for her to wake up. Her eyes began drooping, telling her right away that she needed another cup of coffee. There was something that told her not to leave yet, though, so she stayed by her friend's side trying to stay awake.

The beeping of the heart monitor was reassuring in a strange sense. She watched the line rise and drop as it ran off the screen and the sequence began again. Holding onto Sara's hand, Catherine looked down at her friend. The bruises were still there, they were only becoming more vivid and dark as time passed. Catherine couldn't help but run her fingers over the dark rings on her wrists, she could tell that there were once fingers there. Cold, clammy fingers, wrapping themselves around her delicate wrists...just thinking about it made Catherine shudder.

Catherine looked up at the face of the woman lying in the bed. She looked so frail, as if the slightest touch would make her break. Her bottom lip had stopped bleeding and it was now a light shade of purple around the cut. She had a bruise forming around her left eye and on her forehead the six stitches from before were in place. Catherine sighed deeply, lowering her head. Why would someone do such a thing? Of all the years Catherine had worked her job she still did not know why people did the things she did.

Catherine could just see Sara walking down that hallway, just as she had told her before, walking into her foster brother's room and looking from left-to-right for him, only to discover him nowhere in sight. Even though Catherine had not been given a full description of the guy yet, she could still see him standing behind the door looking at Sara and waiting for that moment. That moment where he would strike.

Thank god Grissom said the nurses and doctors had not found any signs of sexual assault. Catherine had been so worried that the guy had done it to Sara again, she was so glad that he had been unsuccessful. But...this guy seemed persistent, he had called Sara numerous amounts of times even when she was at work to threaten her, to raise fear up inside of her. Sara told Catherine herself that he was back to 'finish what he started'. Catherine did not like the sound of that, not one bit. She wanted to make sure Sara was safe, she had gone through enough and Catherine didn't want anything else to happen to her.

Her little thought bubble popped when she felt a light pressure on her hand. Her head immediately popped back up and she looked down at her hand. The hand she held was squeezing her own gently and she looked up at Sara's face. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times, trying to get used to the light in the room. She turned her head to Catherine, looking at her, her eyes opened in tiny slits. Squeezing her hand gently again, she opened her mouth slowly and spoke.

"Cath?" she said quietly.

"Yeah Sara?" Catherine asked.

"What happened?" she asked.

"You had a nightmare at my place and then you passed out...I called an ambulance and they brought you inside, but as soon as you woke up and saw the male doctor you started screaming. They had to knock you out so they could treat your injuries."

Sara flinched, looking down at the white sheets covering her up. "Oh..." She sighed deeply, looking up at Catherine.

"I called Grissom and the guys, they're heading over to your apartment right now."

Sara blinked. "You...called the guys?"

Catherine nodded slowly. "Yes...I'm sorry, but Sara, we need to catch this guy."

Sara sighed again. "I should never have brought any of you into this, I should've just stayed home after.." Sara didn't finish.

"After what, Sara? I know he didn't...rape you again, the doctors didn't find any signs of sexual assault..." Catherine said quietly. "Can...you tell me what happened when he came to see you?"

Sara looked up at Catherine. Here she was in the victim's shoes. Too many times had she been to a hospital to get a statement from a rape victim, sitting in the exact same chair Catherine was sitting in now. But now, she was in another position. She was the one in the bed with the IV drips connected into her arms, she was the one on the heart monitor. Slowly, she just nodded. "Alright."

Catherine nodded slowly and pulled her chair closed to her, holding onto her hand tightly. "Take as long as you need, I'm not going anywhere."

Sara nodded and sighed deeply, laying her head back on the bed. Closing her eyes, she began to tell Catherine what happened.

Grissom had shooed her out of the lab. It was the end of shift, though her case wasn't finished yet and she wanted to continue working on it, mainly because she didn't want to have to go home and face everything once again. Reluctantly, she walked out of the lab after making a brief stop in the locker room and went to her car, opening the door and getting inside. She closed the door and put the key in the ignition, sighing deeply as she buckled herself in and backed out of the Las Vegas Crime Lab parking lot.

She didn't turn on the radio, she wasn't in the mood for music that day. She got on the road and stopped at a red-light. Setting one hand in her lap, she kept another on the steering wheel and debated on actually going straight home or stopping by the liquor store by her apartment complex. Even going to a bar would be better than going home to her cold, empty apartment. The light turned green and she moved along the line of cars. Deciding against it, she headed to her apartment. She needed some rest anyways, and if she was lucky, she would fall asleep quickly and not give her mind time to bring up bad memories.

She pulled into her apartment complex. She got out of her car and locked it up, heading up to her apartment. She slid her hand into her pocket and took out her keys, unlocking the door and stepping inside. Closing the door, she threw her keys on the kitchen counter and headed to the answering machine. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that she had some missed messages. Not wanting to wait and find out who they were from, she quickly hit the 'delete' button and tried to get the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach to go away.

"It's nothing," she told herself. "You're just being paranoid, it's not him...it's not him, don't think about it."

She jumped when she heard something behind her. Turning around, she sighed in relief to see nothing behind her. She walked out of the kitchen to the living room, but before she reached the living room she spotted a dark figure jumping at her from the corner of her eye.

Letting out a whimper when she was slammed against the wall, she felt her arms being held above her head. Fingers wrapped themselves around her wrists as she opened her eyes, only to discover who her attacker was by the haunting green eyes that stared directly into hers. His face was centimeters away from hers, his lips curled in a grin as he watched her struggle against his strong grip on her.

She shook her head back and forth. She wasn't going to let this happen again. She head-butted him and he released her, growling in pain as she ran off. "Get back here!" he yelled, running after her. She runned as fast as she could and only stopped when he had tackled her to the floor. "That's better," he said quietly, looking down at her. "Don't make me angry, Sara," he told her.

Sara swung at him, her arm connecting with his face. She quickly got up, but he followed right after her and slammed her into another wall, almost sending her to the ground again. She got up and ran off again, looking back to see him trailing behind her, dangerously close. He put his hands on her shoulders and shoved her through a door. She landed on the floor of her bedroom, feeling a drop of blood fall from her lip. He quickly lunged at her and landed on top of her, slamming her wrists to her sides as he looked into her eyes. His right hand tore at her shirt, pulling a piece of it off and throwing it to the side.

"You know what? We'll finish this later," he said, leaning down and kissing her on the cheek. "Bye," he said quietly, getting up off of her and walking out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Sara looked up at Catherine in terror as she finished telling her what happened. "Thank you Sara," Catherine told her. "Thank you, you were a lot of help. We're going to catch him."

"Matthew.." Sara whispered. "That's his name. Matthew Dillan."

Catherine nodded slowly. "Why don't you try to get some sleep now?"

"I can feel his hands on me.." Sara said. "Why won't he stop touching me?"

"Shh, Sara it's okay," Catherine said. "It's okay...just close your eyes and go to sleep."

Sara just nodded slowly and fell back to sleep holding onto Catherine's hand tightly.

Grissom sat down at the break room table, holding his mug of coffee in his hands. Nick and Warrick had come back to the lab and were working on the things they brought back from Sara's apartment, right now Grissom was waiting for the DNA results of the epotheleoles under Sara's fingernails to come back.

"Alright, so we've got a piece of her blouse.." Nick said in the layout room where he, Warrick, and Greg were going over evidence. "We've confirmed that it matches the shirt Sara wore over to Catherine's house, Catherine brought the clothes with her to the hospital and sent them to us with the SAE kit."

Warrick sighed. "Okay...did we find anything on her clothes?"

"Few fibers," Greg said, stepping in. "But they're not much to run on. We did find a hair, though, we sent it to DNA."

"Okay.." Warrick said quietly. "The blood-drops at the scene?" he asked Nick.

"Also sent them to DNA to be tested," Nick said.

"Alright, so right now we just need to wait on the DNA results," Warrick said, taking a seat.

"Pretty much.." Nick said, sitting down across from Warrick. Greg took a seat at the end of the table.

"Grissom told me what's going on.." Greg said. "I just...can't believe.."

"I know," Nick said. "None of us can."

"Damn," Warrick said. "How was she able to keep that all inside?"

Nick sighed. "I don't know.."

Greg looked over at the two. "Sara's a strong woman, but..she doesn't like people to see her vulnerable."

"Why?" Nick asked. "I mean...we're her friends, doesn't she know that we're all here for her, no matter what?"

Warrick sighed. "Maybe she doesn't."

The room fell silent and they all pondered this for a moment. Greg had always looked up to Sara. She was there to encourage him when he made a mistake and help him back on his feet again when he fell. She was his mentor, she taught him everything he knew.

Warrick had not gotten off to a great start with Sara, but as the years went by they became great friends. They were always joking and laughing with each other.

And Nick had always thought of Sara like a little sister. They were close, they enjoyed working cases with each other and piecing together the pieces of the puzzles they were working on together.

And none of them could stand to see their friend in such a vulnerable state, in so much pain.

"Guys," came Grissom's voice from the doorway of the layout room.

"What is it, Gris?" Warrick asked.

"DNA came back. CODIS kicked out a name."