A/n- hi everyone. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a really long time. I have a ridiculous amount of homework and I have had twice as many dance classes as I usually do (which is three) to prepare for some exams coming up. Thanks again and enjoy.

Sara sat sobbing on the bed in the corner of the beautifully painted homey room. She was alone in the room but not in the house and she knew that for sure. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't get James Monroe's face out of her head. He was so close to her and on top of her and touching her she just wanted to take a shower and wash it all away. Although she was grateful she could only wonder why he didn't rape her. She had seen it all the time at work. Woman who were attacked and couldn't fight back so they lay lifeless while being assaulted. She was quietly crying for so many things. For herself because she knew she was going to die sooner or later and for her captor to leave her alone. She cried because she felt it was her fault she was taken. If she was normal and came from a normal home none of this would have happened. She also cried because she would never be able to see Grissom or the team again. She realised how little time they had been spending together and wished she could have changed that. She wished things with Grissom were different and although she knew that it was impossible she still had that one particle of hope left. She wished herself dead already because she feared what was in store for her next…

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Warrick saw Catherine speed by him and run in the direction of the locker room. He turned to see what the cause was and saw Grissom, letter in hand.

"Grissom?" He took the note from his hands and read it over eyes welling with tears.

"When I get my hands on that bastard…"

"Warrick," Grissom took it back, "I'm going to look for prints."

Warrick barely heard for he had followed the blonde's tracks to the locker room. Walking in his heart broke for the second time that day. Catherine was sat on the floor leaning against the lockers with her head hanging. She was crying and her shoulders were shaking violently. Warrick slowly walked over and sat down next to her. He waited a while but couldn't wait for the tears to suppress so he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He could feel her tears soaking his shirt as her head rested on his chest.

"Catherine," he whispered. "You are the only one holding this team together. We are all looking up to you for support. You can't give up now. We are going to find her. Nick found some prints on the tools in the house. He is running them through AFIS as we speak." She tilted her head up so it was an inch below his. They could feel their breath on one another. She stood quickly having felt guilty for her feelings for him while Sara was still missing.

"Thanks." She whispered walking out.