Chapter 12

Sara's eyes widened slightly as soon as her right foot hit the ladder. There was a song playing- in her head? Frowning, she looked up at Grissom and the FBIs and realized that they weren't hearing it.

Boosting herself up, until only a small part of her weight was left on the elevator, the song went up a notch. The CSI in her immediately kicked in and she placed all of her weight back down to the elevator.

Do you really want to hurt me?

Do you really want to make me cry?

The song sounded faint again, as if it were playing in her own mind. Was it? She knew the song, but it was never one of her favorites, and she saw no reason for it to be stuck in her head- especially at a time like this. She gave the timer a questioning glance. It still displayed the same number. 2:00

Breathing a sigh of relief, she realized that she at least needed confirmation. Was she hearing things?

'Do you hear that?' Sara Sidle signed, her eyes concentrated on the timer.

Everyone, including Grissom, seemed dumbfounded. "Hear what?"

"Nothing. I thought I heard something." She whispered, not caring whether they heard her or not, as she put her foot back on the ground.

The music immediately stopped.

"Sara, what are you doing?" Grissom asked, a frown on his face, when he realized that she was skipping, on her good leg, towards the detonator. There was something on the look on her face alarmed him. It was the same look she always gave when she knew something wrong was going to happen.

She sighed. 'I just want to look at something.'

"We'll look at it later. Now grab the ladder so we can pull you up." He cut off, desperation in his voice. It was a side of him that he never showed, and the brunette's head immediately snapped up. "Please, Sara?"

Fingers touching the detonator she wondered what other tricks were under Charlie's sleeve. She placed her ear closer to the detonator and strained to hear anything that might constitute as a warning but was unsuccessful- and was stopped by one of the FBIs angry voices.

"Don't touch that! You wanna kill us all?" The FBI snapped and she immediately let go of the detonator.

Frowning she looked up at the FBI, a hint of annoyance in her eyes. She shifted her gaze towards Grissom and realized, from the look on the entomologist's face, that he was on the FBIs side on this issue. He wanted her to climb out. Shrugging, she signed her reply and waited for him to translate it.

"She says she thought she heard something." Grissom translated.

"She's probably just delusional."

She positioned herself back unto the floor, realizing that all the standing had drained her even more. Rolling her eyes at the FBI, she gave Grissom one of her 'don't-worry-I'm-fine' looks and forced a strong face. 'I know what delusional is and this isn't it. It's either I have a song stuck in my head or something in here is playing music. Tell him that.'

"Something is playing music down there and she's not delusional."

The FBI gave a look of doubt. "If she isn't, then why can't I hear it? She's been in there for hours. She's delusional. If she just-

He was cut off by Sara, who had started signing again. 'Tell the ignorant idiot that I'm right in front of him and that he doesn't need to act like I'm not here.'

Grissom chuckled. "She says that she's right in front of you, and that you don't need to refer to her as the third person."

Frowning, the FBI eyed Sara, who seemed to have had an irritated glint in her eye. "Look, all I'm saying, is that I can't hear anything. I'm sending one of my men down there. If you can hear it, then they should hear it. Otherwise, you're probably just delusional."

Motioning for one of the younger FBIs, he was cut short by Grissom who was now making his way down the ladder. "What are you doing?"

"Climbing down the ladder." Grissom replied bluntly. His gaze focused on Sara. He could see her face clearly now, and he cringed when he realized that she was far off worse than he thought. Stopping midsection of the ladder, he strained to hear what Sara had heard. Nothing. "I can't hear anything."

Shaking her head, she watched as Grissom made his way down. 'It stopped. I swear I heard it.'

"Miss Sidle, maybe you were just delusional."

An angry glare in her eyes, she raised her middle finger, much to the surprise of the agent.

Chuckling, Grissom opened his mouth to translate but was cut off by the FBI.

"I know what that means."