Nick, Catherine and Warrick were stood along the table at the morgue waiting for Doc Robbins to appear. The click of his crutch informed them he was coming as the door swung open.

"I'm sorry" was all he said before walking over to the body knowing words weren't going to help but actions would.

"Well the skin came off onto the rope this corpse is at least three months old and is embalmed," he said as they all looked down.

"I've run a tissue sample and he is a John Martin died five months ago from a MI, completely natural" he said handing a piece of paper over to Catherine. "From the dirt on the back of his clothes I'd say he was dragged, must have been quite hard to hang him he's a dead weight, no pun intended"

"So this guys big," said Nick

"Or he's not working alone" said Catherine

"I've bagged the clothes and given them to Hodges to check for trace, I thought you'd want them doing as soon as possible"

Catherine nodded "so I guess we better go find his grave" said Catherine as they left he morgue to met up with Grissom and Greg in the break room.

"What you got" asked Grissom as they entered

"John Martin died from natural causes five mouths ago, were just going to find where he was buried and check it out." Said Cath as shouting was heard form down the corridor.

"GRISSOM" shouted Hodges

"What the hell" he asked getting up flanked by everyone else to find a very sacred looking delivery boy and a brown envelope placed on the counter.

"I didn't' do anything" cried the boy "I just picked it up it was left at our office with money and address please don't get me sacked" he begged looking sheepishly

"Brass talk to him go check out where he works get security tapes," Grissom shouted to Brass who had just appeared.

"We don't' have security" the boy said sheepishly as Brass escorted him down the corridor.

"This is starting to look to familiar," said Warrick shaking his head. Grissom put on gloves and picked the package up taking it back to the lab he checked it for prints watched by everyone else before opening it.

A UBS chip fell out. Grissom looked at the assembled group before walking over to the computer and putting it in. the screen flashed white and the word Watch came up. Catherine looked at Grissom who looked genuinely afraid of clicking it.

"We can't press it what if it going to do something," said Warrick looking across at Nick.

"Warrick man I know you had to do it to find me. Sara's smart she'd have probably shot that light out after seconds" he said slightly reassuring himself. Slowly Grissom clicked it silently praying he wasn't' hurting Sara.

Words began scrolling across the screen

This is revenge but unlike Walter I intend to finish the process

For years I watched him been tortured by the like's of you,

Putting innocent people away and letting the guilty go

Now you have to watch so one you care for in pain

instructions to follow.

With that the screen turned to Sara tied up and blindfolded in a dark small room tied to a chair. Light shone in illuminating blood that was congealing in the side of her face. That image broke Grissom's heart he'd never seen Sara so helpless and scared. Bruising was evident around the side of her face. Catherine's gasp caused Warrick to take her hand. Nick's gaze was fixated on the screen this was what everyone had been through when he had been taken. Been forced to watch and not be able to help his hands gripped the back of the chair he was lent of so tight his knuckles were white.

The screen then flashed up red "this is for Walter" scrolled across.

A man dressed entirely in black with a balaclava appeared on the screen in front of Sara and a bowl of steaming water placed in front of her feet. Sara kicked her feet about but they were grabbed in plunged into the water. Sound then filed the room, the sound of Sara screaming in pain. Nick gripped the chair so hard a pit of the plastic snapped off in his hand Catherine's hand shot to her mouth and she turned away her stomach churning at her friend in pain. Warrick kicked the table at the side tears welling up in his eyes. Greg simply fell into the chair next to him his hands physically shaking tears running down his face. Grissom sat like stone in the chair he gaze stuck on Sara as she thrashed about until her feet were eventually realised and she was able to pull them free, tears were running down her face and Grissom knew she'd be embarrassed that people saw her cry despite what was been done to her.

The screen then went white and word began scrolling across again.

"Do not look for details here for Miss Sidle is already in her

Coffin, unlike Mr Stokes I will deliver her to you in it"

The then screen turned to what looked like a live feed of a under ground space. Sara was slumped clearly unconscious in a small space. The walls were dirt and a red light lit up the place, wooden beams could be seen. The space looked big enough for Sara to move around in but not stand up.

"Now lets see you play hero again, times ticking," flashed up on screen and a clock appeared in the corner with twelve hours ticking down on it.

Grissom Cath called him gently shaking his shoulder a she starred. "Your bleeding" she said looking at his hand whish was gripped so tightly in a fist blood was dripping from where his nails had dug into his hand.

"We need to find her, I need to find her"

TBC ……… reviews will always be welcome, thanks if you reviewed the last chapter sorry I didn't reply