Disclaimer: I still don't own any of them. What a shame. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this pitiful fanfiction about them. Tear


Sara's POV

I'm outside, walking toward the Denali, when I hear a noise behind me. Thinking it's Grissom, I smile but don't turn around.

"Are you just gonna keep stalking me or come over here and-"

A hand clamps down over my mouth and I know that I was deadly wrong; this isn't Grissom. This is all wrong.

"Shut up and don't make a sound, pretty girl," I hear, so quietly that at first I think I'm daydreaming. Then I feel the cold metal of a koife being pressed against my throat and I know that this is real. My heart's racing; I can't breath. This isn't the way I expected to die.

"Sara?"

I hear Grissom's voice from behind me, and the maniac who has me whips around, so that I'm in front of his body, protecting him. Grissom's eyes are wide and his gun is aimed on the man's head, though if he shoots, the bullet with surely pass through me too. I beg with my eyes, pleading with him to put the gun down. I guess he realizes the predicament and lowers his gun.

"Come on Sara," the maniac whispers, and begins dragging me backward, towards the woods at the edge of the freeway. I'm panicking. I don't want to go! Not now! I struggle to get free and feel the knife dip into my skin, every so slightly. It hurts like hell, though so I stop moving.

"That's better. Now come on!"

We're out of Grissom's sight, so the maniac slows, and then stops walking altogether. He shoves me against a tree and comes at me with some rope. I want to fight back, but I'm still shaken up. He gets me tied up and then grins maniacally.

"So, my dear sweet Sara, why did you lock up my daughter? Why? Joanie never did anything wrong to you, and yet you lock her up. Why?" He yells the last part, and then kicks me, hard, in the side. I gasp for air, desperate to get out of here. Then I remember who he is.

Joanie Martin killed her boyfriend, and I was the CSI who investigated the case and testified in court. It was my testimony that put Joanie in jail. And apparently, her father was a little more than pissed about it. There's a burning pain in my side, and I can't breath. Mister Martin laughs.

"Feel good? I hope so, 'cause that's nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you later."

That doesn't sound good. My heart starts thumping against my rib cage, so loud that even over the cicadas and crickets, I'm sure that he can hear it. Mayeb he does, 'cause he's smiling even more now.

"Scared? I hope so. This is going to be a long night," he states matter-of-factly. Oh lord, I'm gonna die. Mister Martin sees my paling face and grins more, if that's even possible.

"So, my sweet Sara, where shall we start?" he asks, leaning over and running a finger down my cheek. Grissom better get here in record time, or I'm screwed.


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-Aeryn