A/N: Sorry about not updating for a while, I've been away and stuff. I wasn't entirely happy with this, but I think it'll do. I'd love to hear some feedback about it. Sorry about the shortness, the next chapter will be longer.

Chapter 17 – Sara's POV

Still no word. I don't know if she's dead or alive.
Why haven't they communicated with us?
Why hasn't someone called me?
Oh yeah, because they don't know what Catherine and me meant to each other.
Not meant, mean.
I'm such a pessimist; I'm not used to things working out in my life.
Things were going so great between me and Cath, and then this happens.
What did I ever do to deserve this? What did I do to deserve any of the shit that's happened in my life?
So many questions, yet so few answers.
I dial Grissom's cell. Its off.
I dial Brass' number and just get the busy tone.
Resisting the urge to smash my cell to pieces, I begin pacing the break room until someone puts a hand on my shoulder.
I turn and meet Greg's friendly expression. But then I see the concern in his eyes for Catherine, and I know he's just as worried as everyone else.
He's grown up so much over the past few months, it's unbelievable.
He leads me over to the couch.

"I figured out who the mystery guy is."
I look up in surprise and irritation. How can he be joking around at a time like this?
"Greg, I can't believe you picked now to bring this up."
He ignores me and continues.
"It's Catherine, isn't it? Although I suppose I should have said mystery girl."
I'm speechless.
"H-how did you figure it out."
"Just, the way you've been acting on this case and stuff. I know your feelings for her go deep Sara, and I'm not here to mess about. I just thought maybe you'd need someone who really knows what's going on."
Something breaks inside of me and before I know it, I'm crying on Greg's shoulder. I'm just so tired of everything going wrong.

Catherine's POV

I struggle, desperately trying to free my hands. My eyes flick back to the timer.

00:22:00

I hear gunshots outside, and as if from nowhere, Grissom stands beside me.

"Grissom! The timer!"

He stares at it in shock for a split second, then begins working on the knot that's tying me to the chair. I hear shouting outside and try to take in every little noise, as these may be the last seconds of my life.
I feel the rope binding me to the chair loosen, then fall off.
Grissom stands and both of our eyes flick to the timer again.

00:10:00

In another split second, I'm suddenly out of the chair, and thrown over Grissoms shoulder.
He races out the cabin, yelling a warning to the surrounding officers to get away from the cabin.
I count the seconds down in my head and on three, I lift my head up so I can see the cabin. The officers have retreated, but one lone figure stands in front of it, framed by the door frame. He's been shot, bleeding from the arm, but he's got a huge smile on his face. He holds up his good arm as if to wave, and time stands still for a second, and I know Howard Green will never have the chance to terrorise people again.
Then the explosion rocks the earth and everything turns black.

Sara's POV

We reach the hospital just as the helicopter lands.
I want to rush forward as I see the doctors entering the helicopter, but Greg holds me back.
Five minutes pass, although it feels like five hours, then Grissom emerges from inside it, covered in dirt with a scratch marring the side of his face.
Breaking away from Greg, I rush towards him.

"Griss? What the hell happened? Is Catherine ok?"
He brushes his hair back in an exhausted manner.
"She's going to be fine. She's suffering from dehydration and minor cuts and bruises from where the explosion knocked us off our feet."
"Explosion?"
Greg has joined us now, looking horrified and curious.
"It's ok, no one was seriously hurt, other than Green. He blew himself up, along with the cabin."
"Cabin?"
I'm more confused than ever now. Grissom sighs.
"Lets find a seat, I'll explain everything."

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