A/N: I was surprised at how many reviews I got! Thanks, guys!

Three months later...

There were gasps, there were whispers of confusion. There was the faint sound of a glass beaker shattering on the floor and papers falling to the floor in messy jumbles. Everyone in the lab soon grew silent as they saw the scene in front of them unfold. No one really quite knew what was going on. Sara Sidle had been walking down the hall and then out of nowhere someone jumped out and tackled her, and here they were just watching...waiting to see what was going to happen.

Catherine was walking out of the locker room on her way home when she saw Sara lying face down on the floor near the front door, just between the ballistics and DNA labs. She stopped momentarily, her mind still registering what was going on. There was a muscular man on top of her, holding her arms behind her back as she tried to throw him off of her.

"Warrick! Nick! Greg!" Catherine yelled. She knew she would stand no chance against this giant guy- he looked like an ad for a home gym or weight-loss pill.

"What?" Warrick asked, walking over to her, pulling a glove off of his hand.

"What's up, Cath?" Greg asked, jogging up behind Warrick.

"Huh?" Nick asked, being the last one to come up to Catherine.

And then they saw what was going on.

"Hey!" Nick yelled, running over to them. Warrick and Greg soon followed, but they stopped when they saw Sara make a move. She quickly flipped the man over, her now laying against him on her back, and she tore her arms away from him, flipping him over and getting him into the same position he had her in to begin with.

"What the hell was that?" Sara asked the man she was now pinning down.

He laughed. "I told you to keep your eyes open," he said.

"I'm at work!" Sara yelled.

"You always have to be on your toes," he told her. "You never know what will happen when," he said. In a few swift movements, he had gotten to his feet and pulled her up by her arm, slamming her back against the wall and holding her in place by her wrists. "What now, Ms. Sidle?" he asked.

"This really isn't the best timing," she told him.

He shrugged. "Rapists, murderers, and muggers don't care if it's convienient for you."

She sighed. "You're scaring everyone," she muttered.

"Then by all means, make me stop," he said with a smile.

Nick stopped in mid-step. What was going on?

"I'm sore today," she sighed.

"Pain is a good thing!" he said.

"You think so?" she asked with a raise of an eyebrow.

"Yes I do," he told her.

"Alright then.." she said. "Because you're going to be in a lot of pain before this is over." And with that, she brought her leg up and kneed him in the stomach. He quickly gasped for air, releasing the hold he had on her. She walked behind him and brought her elbow down on the back of his neck and he fell to the floor. She kneeled down beside him and whispered in his ear, "Next time, don't try this while I'm at work."

"DAMN!" came Warrick's voice. "Damn, Sara, what was that?" he asked. "You...really...kicked that guy's ass."

The man laughed, quickly getting to his feet and rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, give me some credit," he said.

"Why should we?" Nick asked with a glare. "You just attacked our friend!"

"Wait," he said, holding his hands up. "I'm harmless, I'm her trainer."

"Trainer?" Nick asked.

"You see.." Sara said, stepping in front of the man to explain. "You see, Nick..after that...incident...at the bar that night...I, um...kind of...decided to brush up on my weaponless defense training...this is my trainer," she said, motioning toward the man from before.

"Hi," the man said, raising a hand to wave at them all.

"So..let me get this straight," Nick said. "You...just attacked her to..test her?" he asked.

"Yes," the man replied. "Um..Sara?" he asked, turning to her. "I'll see you later."

"Okay," Sara told him. "Bye."

Nick watched the man leave and then turned back to Sara. Why...did no one else think this was such a big deal? Why was no one else doing anything? Nick wasn't sure, but he was sure about one thing- this guy gave him a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.