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The others had left the room some time ago, leaving Grissom and Archie alone in the AV Lab, but the lab tech was engrossed in trying to trace the websites and servers. Leaving Grissom alone to watch Sara and click the mouse to keep the light on. He wanted to be working with the team helping to locate Sara, but at the moment he needed to stay with her. It seemed like that was always the case when she was involved. He had to battle and balance the want versus the need.

She was over talking, keeping up an almost constant flow of conversation and from reading her lips he was learning more about her in the last couple of hours than he had in the last decade. He knew how she liked her coffee, the sounds she'd make when frustrated, and the way her hand felt on his cheek. The babbling though was filling in the gaps in his knowledge, things he hadn't known, guessed or observed.

Sara paced the room trying to see what options she had. A quick running of her hands over the other walls and she discovered they were sturdy concrete. It would take a lot of force to make a dent in them. Which meant her only choice was figuring how he got her into the cell or working on either the clear wall or the hole the water was coming through.

She weighed the dangers of messing with the hole the water was coming through and decided fooling with it might kill her faster. If she blocked or fiddled with it the hole could expand increasing the amount of water flowing in. Not an outcome she wanted to speed towards. Which didn't leave her with many choices for getting out of here. Sara didn't like her odds with just waiting for the team so she resumed her search.

On one of her passes she accidentally kicked the bed. Wheeling around she studied the room's only piece of furniture. Examining it closely she noticed it was a metal frame. Biting her lip she decided to take action now rather than waiting.

"So did I ever tell you why I majored in Physics. It's because I liked how all the experiments were hands on. In high school we flung eggs off the roof and I was hooked."

Pulling on the end of the metal frame she was surprised when it moved. She pulled off the blankets and mattress. She pulled, shoved and pushed the metal bed frame until it stood on one end. She took a deep breath, "It's time to put Sir Isaac Newton in the driver's seat."

Grissom recognized the quote from Apollo 13's Jim Lovell and was glad she was keeping her sense of humor. Watching as she rocked the bed frame until it slammed forward into the Plexiglas. She ducked back under it and pushed it back into the original position. Again and again she slammed the metal into the Plexiglas. He lost track of the times she did it and the number of times he had to click the mouse button.

She ran her hand over the spot, there was now a scratch, but nothing more. It was obvious to her now it was too thick, too solid to break. Righting the bed, she tossed the mattress and blankets back onto it. The guy had planned every step of the abduction and in Nick's case even tested his plan on a dog. So while she was frustrated that it had netted better results, she wasn't really surprised. This guy shown he was crazy but not stupid.

Crawling up onto the bed, she curled into a ball, trying to conserve energy and body heat. Her feet and calves were cold from standing in the water that was getting higher every minute. She now had bruises on her hands from tugging on the bed. The strain of being trapped and failing to find a way out were wearing her down. When the tears started streaming down again she didn't bother to wipe them away.

Grissom couldn't turn away, but was glad that the rest of the team was out of the lab and missed Sara's breakdown. The light went off and he counted to 60 before pressing it again. Giving them both a chance to for some privacy to regain their composure in the dark. "Archie can you watch her for me."

The AV Tech looked up from his computer screen and nodded. Grissom thrust his hands in his pockets, heading into the break room to grab a cup of coffee. He noticed Catherine sorting through a pile of papers.

"In the original case everything related to the abductor and his daughter."

"We're on it Grissom. Nick's already looking into the house and setup to see if it shows up in any case files. Greg's looking into where the water might be coming from, Warrick's following up to see if any recent cases match the girl on the tape, and I'm working the package with Brass."

"Thanks Catherine."

She smiled at him, "We're all worried about her. How's she holding up?"

"She's hanging on."

Catherine nodded, "Sara's tough, strong and smart she'll get through this, but Gil how are you?"

He tried to remain calm, hiding behind his professional mask, but when she reached out a hand and squeezed his arm it slipped a little. "It's my fault Catherine it was my decision. I told her she could go in and now she's trapped in there."

"Gil were talking about Sara 'I'd do anything to help' Sidle. You know as well as the rest of us she would've gone in to help regardless of what you said. You can't blame yourself for what this creep is doing to her, to us. It's not helping anyone especially not Sara. She needs you to be strong. We need you too."

He nodded and with a deep breath in, the mask was back in place. "So what do you have on the package?"

Catherine was worried about him. As Nicky's supervisor his confinement had been like a slow death to her soul, each mouse click ripping another piece away. She couldn't imagine what it was like for Grissom, he'd known Sara for such a long time and then there was their 'thing'. She didn't know what to call their relationship or lack of one.

Looking into his blue eyes she realized for the first time how deep his feelings for the younger woman ran. Still waters really do run deep, she thought as she glanced away. The team had to rescue Sara because Catherine wasn't sure Grissom could live with his survivor's guilt if they didn't.

"The package was delivered by motel clerk, his story is that it was left in a room with five hundred dollars cash and a note promising a police reward. The only prints on the package were from the clerk. He has no criminal record so…"

"So no leads there."

"Not yet, but we're all working on it."

Grissom carried his coffee back into the lab and watched Sara lying on the bed. He wasn't sure if the shaking he was seeing was still from her crying or if hypothermia was starting to set in.

"Hang on, Honey. Just hang on." He pleaded to the screen hoping that somehow she'd know they hadn't given up on her and she couldn't give up yet either.

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