A/n- so sorry for the long wait. I didn't like this chapter so I wrote it over like 50 000 000 times and I'm not sure if I am completely satisfied but I didn't want to keep you waiting so here is chapter eleven, I think. I really hope you like it. This isn't the last chapter but it certainly is the climax and I really hope it is as good as I hoped it would be. Please review cuz I love them soo much! Special thanks to MC New York for your wonderful ideas. And of course, I have to say thank you to all of the other reviewers. I love you and your review…ok enough from me I like to ramble. Enjoy this chapter.

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Grissom stood in the doorway motionless as Sara's shirt was being unbuttoned. He felt sick to his stomach and although his mind was screaming at him to run over and take her away to safety his body would not allow it. He knew that one wrong move from him could cause Sara's life and was not going to be the cause of her death. She was not going to die. He felt terribly guilt seeing her body being exposed in such a manner and swore to himself that he was going to her out of this, somehow. His contemplations of further action were interrupted by the course, strong voice of James Monroe. He looked up from Sara's chest, still holding the gun to her neck, just under her chin, and said,

"Dr. Grissom, I want you to watch. I want you to feel as guilty as possible knowing this is your fault, that you caused this. I want you to see what you have made me done." He spat the words out with no remorse for the tearing victim beneath him. Her chest was fully exposed now showing her black laced bra and James was using his free hand to caress her smooth skin. His hand began to descend from her breast to her navy blue jean button and in a few moments it was unbuttoned. Sara squeezed her eyes shut letting tears of sadness fall down the side of her face as she slowly whispered to herself, "What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?"

"Stop it! Please just stop." Grissom couldn't take it anymore. He was sick with the thought of something so terrible happening to Sara and he would not, could not be a bystander incapable of being any assistance. Sara's eyes opened slightly as she slowly turned her head to capture his eyes in hers. It was gratefully reassuring to see Grissom again after fearing their last argument would be the last time they would ever see each other. Although she was glad to see him she could only think that for a few moments as her jeans button was being opened. She tried her best not to cry but a soft plea escaped her mouth.

"What? Sara's afraid of what her boss will think when he sees her fooling around with other men? How sad." He said bitterly as he unzipped her pants. Grissom made a move to get closer to Sara but only made it a few steps.

"Ah, ah, ah Dr. Grissom." He held the gun to Sara's neck. "Do you really think you can make it over here faster than this bullet can travel through Sara's head? Back up." He ordered. Grissom took a few steps back until he hit the closed door behind him. He tried to come up with some kind of plan to get him off Sara but couldn't focus completely on that single thought. His eyes once again wandered towards Sara's body being straddled by a supposed to be good samaritan. A supposed to be honest member of the government. His free hand was now moving faster and managed to get Sara's pants lower and down around her hips exposing her black laced panties.

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"Let's go in. We can help!" said an anxious Greg.

"Not yet rookie." Fired the experience detective. "If Gil needs out help he'll tell us. He knows we're here."

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Gil Grissom was a wise man indeed. He was well aware of the situation he and Sara were in. Thoughts and ideas raced through his mind always ending with the same question, how could I have let this happen to her? There were no words to describe the feelings he had seeing Sara on the bed like that and he knew he would have to think of something fast or Sara would be emotionally and physically scared for life, not that she wasn't already. Suddenly one of the ideas in his head stood out. He moved swiftly to the back wall without James noticing because he was too busy pulling Sara's pants down. They were half way down her hip and James was just thinking of what else he could do to Sara's shaken body when the light went off. The lack of windows made the room pitch black and James' pulse began to race.

"I'll kill her if you make one move Dr. Grissom. I swear I'll kill her." James gasped of fear because a large figure mulled him to the floor. There was a blind fight for the gun in James' hand when Grissom yelped, "Now Brass!" Within a fraction of a second the door was kicked in allowing dim light to spill into the room. Brass ran over and kicked the gun away from them both. Grissom rolled off of him revealing a black and blue James Monroe beneath. His lip had already become fat and a massive bruise was forming over his left eye. Brass unsympathetically yanked James up, cuffed him and dragged him out of the room saying the paramedics were on their way. Grissom ran over to Sara's body lying half- unconscious, half- naked on the floor. Greg stood over her assaulted body, tears welling in his eyes. This did not go unnoticed by Gil.

"Greg, go outside now."

"I can't. Sara is…"

"Greg please go outside." His voice trembled with every word he spoke. Greg reluctantly turned and shuffled out. Grissom fell to his knees beside Sara and touched her shoulder. She flinched.

"Sara, honey look at me." Her tear stained face remained in its fixed position, staring at the wall.

"Sara, please." He pleaded placing his hand over her head stroking her hair being careful not to touch the cut on her head. She slowly turned her head so her eyes met his.

"I'm sorry," she moaned eyes half shut.

"No, no. Sara you didn't do anything. Sara I…" His words were cut short because the paramedics rolled in a gurney and were at her side in mere seconds.

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