I Do Not Own CSI

"Chris, you're hurting me," Sara said, wincing as he pulled her into the elevator.

"Good, now you know how it feels."

"What? How does what feel?"

"For someone who graduated from Harvard and Berkley, you're a little slow on the uptake, Sara. You hurt me, broke me. Then add the fact that your husband broke my nose, too."

"He was protecting me," Sara said as the elevator binged on the twentieth floor. Chris kept a hold on her arm as he dragged her down to his room.

"What are you going to do?"

"Make you mine again."

"What!"

"You heard me!"

"Please, Chris, don't do this!"

"And why the hell not, huh? Really, why should I not do this? You were mine before you met him."

"He's my husband, Chris, I love him."

"You loved me."

"No, not like I love Gil."

"Bullshit, you can only love one way, Sara. I loved you, hell, I still love you," he said, throwing Sara to the ground. "I mean, look at you, you look better today than you did when we dated years ago. You've gained a little weight in all the right places, you have curves, and an ass that you can bounce a dime off. Your legs are still as tight as can be, and not to mention your boobs. Sara, they're huge. You got work done, implants, just for him didn't you."

"No," Sara said through a sob.

"Bull!"

"I'm pregnant, you asshole! They're big because I'm pregnant!"

"You don't look pregnant," Chris said, grabbing her arm and pulling her up.

"I'm only four months, still early. Chris, please don't do this."

"What, it's not like I'm going to kill you. I just want to make you mine again."

"Hey Judy, has Sara come back from her scene yet," Grissom asked, coming up to reception.

"No sir, I haven't seen her come in yet, should she be?"

"Yes, she should. Her case was open and shut. If you see her page me, will you?"

"I will, Mr. Grissom," Judy said as Grissom walked down the hall to his office, opening his cell and dialling Sara's number.

"Come on, Sara, answer."

"What's vibrating," Chris asked as he pinned Sara to the bed, binding her wrists together.

"My phone," Sara said, struggling against him, tears running down her face.

"Well, let's see who's calling," Chris said, deliberately brushing across her chest before reaching down into her pants pocket. He slowly pulled the phone out and read the cover.

"Your hubby is calling."

"He's probably worried about me."

"Ah, isn't that sweet."

"Sara, pick up," Gil muttered worriedly, as he came into the break room where Catherine sat.

"Gil, what's up?"

"Sara, she's not answering her phone. She should be back by now. Her scene was easier than yours, I'm worried," Gil said as he left a message of 'call me' on her answering machine.

"Who was the officer that was with her on the scene?"

"Can you go find out, I'm going to take a drive over to the hotel, see if she's still there somewhere and just can't hear her phone ringing."

"I'll call when I know something."

"Thank you, Catherine."

"Excuse me," Gil said to Mr. Grisham, holding up his CSI tag.

"Do you need something else? I thought the other investigator got everything she needed."

"She left?"

"Yes, a little over an hour ago, I watched her walk out my front door and back into the casino."

"So, around 1:30 she left?"

"Yes, around then. Look, is there something else you needed?"

"No, thank you," Gil said as his phone chirped.

"Cath, what do you got?"

"Daniels was her guarding officer."

"Did he leave with her?"

"He said that she told him to go, that she was one minute behind him. She said she was fine and would talk to him at the station."

"He left her here alone!"

"Gil, it was only for a couple minutes."

"That's all it takes for something to happen, Catherine."

"Chris, stop, please," Sara begged as Chris started to undo the buttons on her top.

"What about your wife, Chris?"

"What about her, who cares."

"Chris, I'm pregnant, please don't do this," Sara said as Chris put his hand on her waist.

"This may be fun, Sara," he said, keeping hold of her bound hands with his other hand.

"My name is Gil Grissom with the LVPD, I need to speak to your manager," Gil said to the receptionist.

"Can I ask why?"

"I'd like to see your video surveillance tapes."

"I'll be back," the receptionist said like she heard that everyday. She came back a minute later with a large fat man.

"I hear you need some tapes."

"Just from the last couple hours, I just need a quick review of them."

"I can take you back to the security office."

"That would be great. I need to see the tape from outside the jewellery store from around 1 am to the present."

"Anyone we're looking for?"

"My wife."

TBC

Like i said the agnst will be a little worse then usual, but please be patient with me and the story and think about it, have a ever really, seriously hurt Sara?? PLus Grissom is in the building, don't forget~

Thanks for all who left a review for both chapters, there will be another post again later today!

Katie