When Sara woke she fond her head groggy and her surroundings fuzzy. She tried to move her hand to rub her head to offer some sort of comfort but found it was bound behind her back. It was then she remembered been at the scene then that was it. Her surroundings were dark and she found she had little room to move. Her body was vibrating and she realised she was in the trunk of a car. This panicked slightly and she began struggling but got nothing but bruises form hitting the sides of the car for her trouble. She wasn't gagged but shouting out wasn't going to do much. Her legs were free but she could do little with them. Her breathing was becoming fast and panicked as she realised that she couldn't get out herself she began banging around panic setting in. after the fist adrenalin rush wore of she rolled to her side her breathing heavy and claming. She wasn't going to panic that would help her. She knew at some point she would be taken out he boot maybe she could use the fact she wasn't tied to her advantage and somehow overpower him. She struggled to get in a position where her knees where pulled into her chest. Form there she could easily kick out once the trunk was opened and hopefully knock whoever was there off their feet long enough for her to get away. She was certain hat they wouldn't have left he with a gun through a quick check confirmed that. Now all she had to do was stay in this painful position until someone chose to free her.

When the car jerked to a halt Sara rolled to the side only just regaining her position when light flew into her eyes sending her completely of guard as a pair of strong arms grabbed her and pulled her clear of the trunk. She began kicking around wildly but was dropped painfully onto her back squashing her bound hands.

"Don't be naughty" warned the man standing over her. She quickly took a look at her surroundings, she didn't' recognise any of it not which there was much to recognise nothing but a old wood building in the middle of no where.

"Move" he pulled called pulling Sara with so much force she was jerked forwards towards the lone building. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the subdued lighting. The window was boarded up and only bits of light shone in through cracks in the wall and the boarding. There was a chair in the middle of the small room and a sectioned off part. What scared her more than anything was the video camera mounted so it was facing the chair. He then threw Sara to her knees. For a minute she considered fighting back she would have if the door hadn't swung shut locking her in. even if she could fight him of se would still be stuck. Her wrists were still sore behind her.

"GET UP" he called. Sara slowly began to rise but then stopped. She sure as hell wasn't going to do as he asked even if it made hi angrier she didn't care, she wasn't about to lie down and take it.

"I said" he boomed instead Sara sat back down awkwardly and really looked at the man for the first time. He looked strangely familiar. He was middle aged quite big built with brown unkempt hair falling in front of his face. She was trying to think if he had been a suspect in any cases but she couldn't remember.

"Now, now Miss Sidle I wouldn't go against me. You see it's not going to help you fighting me that will just make your pain worse. Your friends aren't going to come with the cleverly to save you, it's just you and me" he warned advancing on her.

"How do you know me?" asked Sara the investigator in her taking over and her voice coming out surprisingly clam.

"I've been watching you, actually I've been watching all of you" he smiled making Sara shiver.

"So now what you just going to keep me here and do…" Sara trailed off.

"No Miss Sidle I'm not, I guess you don't see the family resemblance" he grinned. "Walter Gordon was my brother"

That one statement sent fear down Sara's back that was who he reminded her of.

"Oh so you're the psycho's brother, guess it runs in the family" Sara really wished she hadn't said that as a fist flew at her face knocking her to the ground and the taste of iron filling her mouth.

"That's your first warning anymore and I'll make it more painful"

Sara backed off slightly as the words 'more painful' rang around the room.

"Why?" asked Sara her voice now trembling slightly.

"I'm sure you can figure that out"

"Revenge for Walter" said Sara spitting blood from her mouth.

"Now that isn't very lady like he said bending down. If I untie you, you have to promise to be good" he said smiling.

Sara simply sat her face stern.

"I'll take that as a yes" he said grabbing her arm and pulling it from her back. She did exactly as he expected and took a swing at him but he was ready grabbing her arm her twisted it behind her back pulling her up and forcing her to sit in the chair. He took a roll of duck tape from the floor and forced Sara's hand down onto the arm taping it up and doing the same with the other.

"That's better" he smiled "and this isn't just for Walter, but I'm sure your friends will figure it out eventually" he added smiling "I hear all corpses talk" he added sending Sara's eyes wide with fear, he'd defiantly been watching them, only Grissom would say something like that.

"I wonder if they even know you're gone. I'm sure Mr Grissom will be here any minute to rescue you" he paused by the partition in the small building "of course I intend to live" he added before disappearing leaving Sara to struggle against the duck tape. He reappeared in the room walking over to the video recorder "I think it's time we sent your friends a message" he smiled

TBC…..

Ok this chapter is for everyone who reviewed and encouraged me to write it. I hop you enjoyed this chapter as well : )