A/n- sorry for the delay but I've just run out of idea. So I wrote this little chapter in hopes it will hold you over until I think of how to end it. Please review.
Grissom sped down a dirt road with no intention of slowing down. His mind was fixed on Sara's limp and vulnerable body on the bed. He worried for the gash that she had on her forehead and wondered how deep it was. He wasn't sure how he was going to get her out alone but he knew he had to. He had no idea that Brass and Greg were a few miles away from him. He was five minutes away from the house when Brass called him.
"Grissom."
"It's Brass. Wait outside when you get there. I will clear it when I get there. We don't know what has happened to her since the phone call."
"Brass, do you really think I am going to wait outside for you while this guy is doing whatever to Sara?" He hung up before another word could be said from Brass. Grissom pulled into the dirt driveway of the house and walked up to the front door. He turned the knob to find it open and walked in gun drawn.
"Sara!" He yelled allowing his voice to echo off the walls and be heard throughout the house. After a few moments of silence a faint banging noise was audible from one of the upstairs rooms. He ran up the stairs ascending them two by two and when he reached the top he opened the first door. Nothing was there but an empty bed, a dresser, and a small window. He proceeded down the hall opening every door until he reached the last door at the end of the hallway. He heard rummaging from behind it and immediately went to open the door. Locked. Damn it! Grissom thought. He heard whispered shouts from behind it and a ripping sound. As soon as he heard Sara's soft cry he took a few steps back and kicked the door in. Nothing in his line of work would prepare him for what he saw. Sara Sidle, his Sara Sidle was being tied to the bed by a tall well-built man with dirty blond hair, James Monroe. Sara looked over to him and stared in his eyes. He stared back. Grissom looked at the gash on her forehead. It was clotting and it had finally stopped bleeding. He felt like a statue just looking at her tied body wishing it all away. She looked at him with her brown eyes that were now full of fear. James had not even realised that Grissom was even there until Grissom spoke up, Gun drawn but still standing in the doorway.
"Get away from her right now James or I will shoot you!" Grissom threatened.
Before Grissom had time to pull the trigger James pulled a gun from his side and held it to Sara's head. She gasped.
"You see Dr. Grissom, I am much younger than you and which I' sure you are now aware of my reflexes are much sharper than yours. If you make so much as sneeze I will put a bullet in her head without the slightest hesitation." James' icy blue eyes burned holes in his clothes from his killer stare. Grissom once again felt hopeless that Sara was right in front of him and he could do nothing. He blamed himself for the situation she was in right now. He had the chance to shoot James before he could do any other harm to her but he never took that chance and now Sara's life was on the line.
James turned his attention to Sara's vulnerable body tied to the bed and used his free hand to pop the first button on her silky button up shirt.
"Stop…" She whispered letting a river of tears fall down her face.
TBC… Reviews are welcome as usual an I wouldn't mind them at all (okay I really want them) .