I want to thank all of you who left me reviews for my story. You can't imagine how much that helped me. So, I'm gonna keep writing the story. Just keep in mind that this is my first CSI fanfic and I'm trying to make the dialogue as real to each character as I can. Thanks Again!

Sara's POV

Her head slowly bobbed forward as she began to regain consciousness. When she tried to open her eyes, a cloth shielded her vision. That made it even more hard to stay awake.

The entire place smelled like decaying plant life and dead fish. It was revolting to the point it made her want to gag.

Whatever had hit her in the head earlier had done nothing for her headache except make it more pronounced.

The ropes that bound her wrists were so tight they made her fingers go numb. 'Just my luck.'

"Hi Sara. I hope that you won't be mad at me."

Sara immediately stopped fiddling with her ropes and looked towards the direction of the voice. "I feel bad about hitting your head with that pipe. I didn't want to, but you wouldn't let go of the doorframe and your partner was coming."

"Do you have any idea what you have done? You have kidnapped a local law enforcer for the Las Vegas crime lab. Not to mention breaking and entering a crime scene, tampering with evidence, assault, and the Murder of Carli Matheson. You're looking at 65 to life, and there's no way you could make bail with all those charges!"

"No, no, no, no! I didn't kill her! I've never even killed a bug, I promise! Somebody else killed her! You were all by yourself, so I stole you then. But you were at a crime scene so you automatically assumed I killed that other lady, but I didn't!"

Sara was amazed at this human being. He was defiantly a grown man, but it was almost as if he had the mind of a child! A whiney child.

"Look I haven't seen your face. I have no idea where we are or how you got me here. If you take me back to the crime scene and let me go there will be no way I can identify you." She was trying to talk some sense into him, but she didn't know if he would understand.

"Sara! I don't want you to leave! I want you to be my friend. Don't you want to be my friend?"

'This is going to be impossible' she thought silently to herself. She decided to try something else. She began to think about her adolescent years. They were unhappy memories, but they were crucial to her survival. She needed to think about the habits of a child. How they think, how they talk, how they live. 'God, that was so long ago,' but she gave it a shot.

"What's your name?"

"Oh no, if I tell you, then you'll tell on me!"

"No I won't. How can I tell on you if there is no one to tell? I just want to know your name." She made her voice soothing, like a mother would to a cranky child.

"My name's Logan."

"Logan, why did you steal me?"

"Because I want to be friends! I'm all by myself all the time, and so are you."

"How do you know that Logan?"

"I watched you! You would sleep all alone, eat cereal alone, and then when you went to work, you had see people that were mean to you all the time. You know like a bully."

"Who was mean to me?"

"Your Boss. He would tell you what to do like your parents do!"

Sara was at a loss for words! She had no idea how this man knew so much about her. He was obviously crazy. Somehow caught in the mind of a child, but capable of hitting her in the head with a pipe and carry her to this discrete location. He was like a loose cannon. Completely unpredictable. She just silently hoped that someone was looking for her.

"Well, I'll come back later. I have some stuff I have to do to make all of this final." And he left.

Grissom's POV

The Break Room was completely silent. The halls bustled with activity, but Grissom sat staring into space. He tried to go over everything that had gone on that night, but details were becoming fuzzier as the night progressed into the early hours of the morning.

Sara had been missing for three hours. The LVPD were doing everything in there power to find her. The only reassurance he had was that all of this was just one horrible dream he couldn't wake up from. He rubbed his hands over his face and squeezed the bridge of his nose. He was getting to old for this.

Catherine entered the room, trying to be as quiet as possible and sat down across from him.

"How you holding up?" She didn't get a response from him. "Warrick called and said that they found fingerprints on the glass door." Still no response. "Alright then." She stood back up and headed for the door but stopped and turned when he began to speak.

"When I was about eight years old, I was playing in the backyard and I found a grasshopper. It looked like it was hurt, so I took it upstairs to my room. I promised that I was going to help it start a new life and watch over him. After about a week, he was better. I still wanted to keep him though. So I took him out of his box and let him jump around my room. I left for a while and when I got back, he was sitting on the window sill, I was so scared that he was going to jump out I just froze. You see I didn't want to scare him and have him fall out the window. About ten seconds later, a bird swooped down and ate him." Grissom slowly looked up at Catherine saying nothing.

"So what's the point?"

"The point is…" he was cut off by the ringing off his cell phone. He quickly pulled the phone out of his pocket and answered it.

"Grissom." The other end was silent. "Brass?" No answer. "Hello?"

"Mr. Grissom, my name is Logan."