A/N: Thank you so so much for the feedback, I'm so glad people are enjoying the story. Oh, and this chapter contains the tiniest spoiler for 'After the Show'. From here, things begin to get even more dramatic, maybe even a little over the top. Enjoy…

Chapter 15 – Catherine's POV

The bastard drugged me so I can't speak or open my eyes, let alone move. It must have been in the water he gave me.
We'd been driving for two hours and I was gasping for a drink, so I didn't think.
Then again, if I don't take anything he gives me, I'll die, so it's a risk I'll have to take. I don't know if he plans on killing me yet. He hasn't talked to me since he took me, and he's not here now, so I assume he's planning something.
The cabin door opens.
I attempt to turn round, but the drugs prevent me.
I hear him cross the cabin.

"So it's just you and me now CSI Willows."
He must be sat right next to me. I want to make some snappy retort, but I can't even do that. Now he's laughing at me.
You won't be able to talk for another couple of hours. The tranquiliser will see to that."

Suddenly I feel very tired. I might as well sleep, I doubt he'll do anything while I'm unconscious; it's not dramatic enough for him.
For now, his need for glory is all that guarantees my safety.

Sara's POV

It's 3am and no sign of her. She's been gone 32 hours now. Lindsay is with Nancy, who came and picked her up this morning. I made a promise to Lindsay this morning.
We were waiting outside my apartment for Nancy. Linds had been quiet this morning, but I didn't push her to talk.

"Sara?"
"What's up Linds?"
"When we get mum back, can I still come and stay with you?"
I give her a hug.
"I'll always be here for you Linds, whatever happens."
"You promise?"
"I promise."

Now I'm going through Green's file, trying to find some kind of lead. Its useless, he'll have gone somewhere he knows no one will find him. But then again, maybe not. If he's going to kill Catherine, he needs fame, he needs drama. I just wish I knew what he was planning.
I miss Catherine so much. The lab feels empty without her here. I feel empty without her here.
I said before I don't want to be in love. I don't have a choice. I'm in love with Catherine. What's terrible is that it took something like this to make me face up to that.
I wish we'd had more time together. Then again, if we had, this would probably be harder, especially if she dies.
I know she's not dead. Not because I'm psychic or anything, but because this killer wants fame. It would have to be dramatic. Something big, explosive.
I only hope he hasn't violated her in any other way.
Nick puts his head round the door.

"Sara? Brass has got something."

Catherine's POV

When I wake, it's dark outside. I'm in a sitting position, my feet on the floor, my back pressed against the hard wood of a chair.
He knew once I woke, the tranquilisers would have worn off so he'd have to restrain me, but why not just drug me while I slept?
I can't be bothered to think about it now. I don't think he's here.
It's too dark to see but I can't sense his presence in the room. Unless he's driven back into town, I have no idea where he could have gone. We're out in the middle of the desert, where the hell could he be?
Not that I'm complaining, obviously. I'd rather not spend time with him; I just hate not knowing what his plans are.
An attention seeker like him would be bound to tell me.
The cabin door opens again, and a torch light blinds me. He crosses the room and sits in a chair just behind me.

"You're more of a coward than I thought. You can't even look me in the face when you talk to me."
I feel a sharp pain across the side of my face. He's slapped me.
"How dare you talk to me like that? I hold your life in my hands."
"So why don't you just take it then?"
He laughs.
"I love your fire. You'll be a great loss for the crime lab."
"So you do still plan to kill me?"
"Of course. And I'll do it in style too."
"How is killing me in the middle of nowhere with no one watching or even knowing you've done it at all 'stylish'? It's cowardly, just like you."

I brace myself for another slap, but he doesn't move.
"Oh no, my plans are much bigger than that."
"So tell me, it's not like I'm going anywhere."
"I've left a trail, Miss Willows. They'll find you within the next twenty four hours."
"How many of those hours have I got left to live?"
"Once I set the timer, five."
"Timer?"
"For the explosives I've planted around the cabin."
"You're going to blow me up? That's a little impersonal. I had you pegged as a stab or strangle kind of guy."
"Usually, I am, but that's not nearly dramatic enough for this situation. You're a CSI in the second best crime lab in the country, and you're beautiful on top of that. Your death must be dramatic. Don't you think? Can you imagine how much people will mourn you? You'll become Vegas' post-mortem sweetheart, just like Julie Waters did. I watched you on the news during that case. I always thought you were spectacular, but I never imagined I'd be the one to take your life."
"How do you know they'll even be here for the explosion?"
"I don't, I'm hoping there will be an audience for my show, but I can't guarantee it. It'll still be dramatic though, whether they're here for the explosion or not."
"What if they show up before the bomb detonates?"
"I'm going to stick around, and I'll detonate it myself."
"You'll blow yourself up."
"Its set so if it's manually detonated, I'll have 30 seconds to escape."

His plan has many flaws, and it's incredibly over the top. But in a twisted way, I can see what he means about style. I can also see why he was talking about people mourning me. If people mourn me as much as he thinks, people will definitely remember my killer, so he'll be famous too, even more famous than me. Not that I care about fame of course, I care about life.
I can't believe I'm thinking of my death so rationally. I don't know if it's because thinking calmly stops me being afraid or because I don't believe I'm going to die. He's got up and is walking across the room.
He turns to me, and I can see him smile in the torch light.

"It's time."

He presses a button in front of him, and seven luminous red digits light up in front of me - 5:00:00. He's set the timer.
All I can do is hope they make it here in time.

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