A/n- and we're back with yet another chapter of this GSR fic. Thanks for the review.

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James Monroe's furious body marched back upstairs to Sara's bedroom. Sara heard the stairs about to crack with every step sending horrified shivers down her spine. She once again recoiled to the corner of the room hugging her knees protecting herself from the monster about to come in. The door was thrown open and Sara bit her tongue to refrain screaming in terror.

Memories of her childhood soon flooded her mind. She saw her dad at the door full of rage and violence after him and her mother had another nasty fight. It was the same thing night after night. Her father would come home a drunken mess and her mother would yell at him saying he was a terrible example to Sara. He would throw her around like a piece of meat saying Sara was his kid too and that he knew best. He would

tell her she never raised Sara right because she had no friends and she wasn't the prettiest girl on the block. He would storm in her room just like James had done and grab her by the hair or arm and drag her downstairs. He would hit her in front of her mother and laugh taunting her because she could never protect her daughter. Sara reflected back to one incident where she hid in the corner of her room and ended up getting the biggest beating of her life resulting in a two week stay in the Intensive Care Unit on her parents' tab no less. A few weeks after coming home her father got angry again. Again he started pushing Sara little broken body around and finally her mother did something about it. She snatched a knife from the kitchen counter and stabbed her abusive husband twelve times in the chest and back. Her mother was convicted of manslaughter; Sara went into foster care and to this day has never spoken to her mother.

She was snapped out of her reflections and back into reality when the same feeling of her arm being broken was thrust upon her. James pulled her to her feet and threw her on the bed. Sara knew it was now or never to get out so she slid off the bed and made a mad dash for the door. Her fingers were mere centimetres away from the door when two arms engulfed her waist and picked her up in the air. Her feet kicked and she struggled as much as her body could but her body went limp after she was thrown back on the bed and hit her head on the wooden headboard leaving a small gash above her forehead.

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Grissom watched James thrust Sara's body around like a child playing with a rag doll. He couldn't wait to get his hands on him a wring his neck for doing that. He told himself that when he found Sara he would take her in his arms and hold her tight and never let her be away from him forever. He was going to tell her he loved her and that he was sorry for everything he has done to her including this kidnapping. He began thinking realistically since all the facts were telling him she was gone. He knew Archie would not be able to find the location of the feed and that He had absolutely no way of contacting her or hearing her voice again. Feeling helpless and useless, he let one tear slip down his face and before he could allow another the man appeared in the screen now holding something that Grissom could not make out. He ran to Sara and shoved it in her hands. After a moment of him giving instructions she put the device in her hand to use.

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"You're going to die bitch so I want you to tell him you hate him. Take this and tell him you will never miss him and you're glad you will never see him again." He ran over to her and threw her the phone.

"Dial bitch." He stammered. She dialled his number and waited.

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Grissom had finally made out what she was holding and didn't see what she was doing with it because his phone began to ring. He sped over to the table and received it.

"Grissom." He answered.

"Hey Griss," a teary voice said from the other end. Grissom knew who it was and ran to the computer screen looking at Sara with James sitting closely next to her as she spoke on the phone.

"Sara how are you honey?"

"Fine."

"We're looking for you darling. I promise we are going to find you and then I'll take you…" he wasn't able to tell her the rest of his plans to take her to dinner when she got back because James cut in.

"Shut up and tell him. Don't waste my time bitch."

"Don't call her that you bastard!" Grissom yelled angrily into the receiver.

"Shut the hell up and listen Dr. Grissom." James said his name in a mocking- baby tone. Suddenly Sara gasped and blurted out after he heard James whisper, "Say it."

"Grissom, I…I… hate you." She was crying so very hard now as she trembled holding the phone to her ear. She was forced to continue, "I am… glad I… will never…see you…again. I won't miss you." She sobbed and Grissom's anger rose as James smirked and took the gun he was holder to her back away. He praised her for her work and spoke into the phone.

"Grissom, you should have known this from the beginning that Sara hated you. You both were never meant to be. Now Sara and I on the other hand are a match made in heaven."

Before Gil could respond Greg walked in and blurted, "Hey Griss, I this I know where Sara is." Grissom knew that was bad because James heard and yelled into the phone. "TOO LATE!" He immediately disconnected the line. Grissom whipped his phone at the wall allowing it to smash into as may pieces as possible. He held his breath as James hit Sara across the face, ran to the hidden camera and shut it off so Grissom had absolutely no way of seeing or hearing Sara anymore.

"Griss what's going on?"

"Greg I was talking to the kidnapper. She's alive. I had a live feed of her too! Now we just lost everything. He's going to kill her Greg!"

"Shit! Listen, James Monroe's father owned a cabin half an hour north of here. If we…" Greg's last sentence went unheard because Grissom had already taken the address sheet out of Greg's hand and ran out.