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"Set up an IV," one of the EMTs instructed their partner as they set a stethoscope around his neck, pressing the metal against Sara's chest.

"Is she going to be alright?" Warrick anxiously asked, watching the EMTs' every move. "She is, right?"

"Sir, we're not exactly sure right now," the EMT answered, removing the stethoscope. Looking at their partner, he said, "Her pulse is very slow. I'm going to take her BP."

Looking at both EMTs with wide eyes, Warrick worriedly looked down at Sara swallowing back his nerves and fear. "It's going to be okay, girl," he whispered, "I promise…"

"BP's off the charts, she's agitated," the EMT announced as they arrived at the hospital. "Let's get her in there, now!"

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"Greg, these samples need to get processed immediately," Grissom instructed him as he handed him the SART kit Catherine had brought to the lab before heading back to the hospital.

"Boss, I'm a little backed-up here…" Greg started but he cut him off

"Well those aren't important," he simply told him, a panicked and angry sting to his voice, "So process these instead. They're a top priority for us." He turned to leave, but stopped. "And turn the music off."

He walked off, leaving Greg absolutely befuddled as she set the SART kit down next to her, slowly clearing her table off. "Yes Sir," he blankly said, quickly leaning over and turning the music he was blasting off.

"What?" Nick asked, walking into the room nonchalantly. "You look white as a sheet. Find another extremely freaky semen sample?" he grinned.

"I'll let you know," Greg mumbled, opening the kit up and taking out the swabs. "That's weird…" he trailed off.

"What?" Nick asked.

"These aren't initialed," Greg said, checking the box over. "Any of these. Who collected this, day shift?"

Nick shrugged. "How should I know?"

Greg simply shrugged as he looked over one of the swabs. "I don't see any traces of semen."

"So he wore a condom," Nick said.

"No, actually… there aren't any lubricants, not even a trace of penile penetration," Greg told him, snipping a piece of the swab off and sliding it under the microscope.

"How would you know? Personal experience?" Nick teased, leaning closer to try and look in the microscope.

"I've done a few of these," Greg wryly answered, increasing the pixels. "I see blood," he told him. "A little blood, but nothing else."

"So it was an object rape?" Nick asked.

"Well, let's see," Wendy said, going through the rest of the contents in the SART kit. There were a few bindles and plastic evidence bags that fell out but nothing else. "What the hell is this?" she asked, completely confused as she looked through everything. "There's nothing here! No side-notes, no examination records, not even a patient name—"

"I can give you the patient's name," Grissom appeared in the hallway making both Wendy and Greg look over at him. "Sara Sidle."

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Warrick sat in the waiting room anxiously tapping his foot against the blue and white tiles on the floor as he stared at the ground, his hands folded together and head hung low. The doctor hadn't told him anything yet, nor had the EMTs who basically ignored his presence altogether and he was starting to get worried. He was also starting to get frustrated and that stupid ticking clock was beginning to really annoy him…

"Warrick Brown?"

Warrick's head perked up at the sound of the doctor's voice. "Yes?" he asked, immediately getting to his feet when he saw him standing in the doorway, clipboard in-hand. "Do you have news?"

"Yes," the doctor answered, "And she's going to be alright." Warrick breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "She was dehydrated and she passed out," he explained, "We also found bruises around her arms and thighs as well as some vaginal trauma she sustained that appears to be fresh." He paused for a minute. "Sir, do you know what happened?"

Warrick let out a sigh. "She was assaulted about three days ago. We're with the crime lab and she refused to go to the hospital, so I did the exam myself. It was taken over to the lab to be processed a few hours ago."

The doctor nodded, writing that down on the clipboard. "The trauma wasn't severe though there was a bit of bleeding…"

Oh god, Warrick thought, Sara, you didn't tell me you were bleeding…

"It stopped itself on its own," the doctor told him, "We set up some IVs and drips to replenish her system, so when you see her she's probably going to have a lot of cords around her, just remember that it's normal," he told Warrick as he headed down the hallway toward her room, Warrick trailing behind him. "We've administered her some sleeping medication and some painkillers so she should be out for another few hours."

"Alright, thank you," Warrick told him as he walked into Sara's room, stopping just in front of her bed. "Oh Sara," he whispered, looking sadly down at her frail form on the hospital bed, machines beeping and drips pumping, "I'm so sorry…"

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"What the hell are you talking about?" Greg was immediately seething with anger, his hand curling into a fist solely pent on beating the crap out of anyone that would dare hurt Sara.

"Gris… what's going on?" Nick asked, his eyes narrowing.

"We don't have all of the details yet," Grissom explained, "But according to Catherine who talked with Warrick, Sara was assaulted three days ago at a club down on the Strip called the Midnight. He took her home to her apartment and collected the SART kit himself, and afterwards she refused to eat anything or get out of bed."

"Is she okay?" Nick asked.

"Warrick's at the hospital with her now," Grissom said. "Catherine's on her way. They're going to call us with any changes." Turning to Greg, he asked, "Anything probative?"

"There's blood," Greg angrily mumbled, "The bastard…"

"Process it, just to be sure whose it is," Grissom sighed.

"Yeah, Sara's a tough woman, there's a chance this might belong to the suspect," Nick nodded.

"Exactly. Nick, I want you to come with me to the club, see if we can get anything from there," Grissom told him. "We don't have a name of the guy yet, so we'll have to wait until Sara wakes up in order to ask her."

"Right," Nick said, already walking out of the lab.

"I'll let you know what I find," Greg mumbled, trying to resist the urge to punch a wall in anger.

"Greg?" Grissom calmly asked. "You have to calm down or you're not going to be any help to Sara. We will get this guy."

Greg blinked, looking over at Grissom before letting out a sigh, nodding his head in agreement. "Yeah, I know. Okay." He took a deep breath. "I'll page you with the results."

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"Hey," Catherine walked through the doorway of Sara's hospital room. When Warrick turned to face her, her features immediately softened.

"Hey," he greeted her, trying to wipe any remnants of tears from his eyes. He had already cried in front of Catherine once and he didn't want to do it again. "How's everything going?"

"Alright," Catherine told him, pulling a chair up next to him. "Gil gave the samples to Greg to run and they're working on it now."

"Good," Warrick said, turning to look back at Sara. "I swear Cath, I want to kill him."

"I know 'Rick, we all do," Catherine told him. "How's she doing?"

"Doc says she's dehydrated," Warrick dryly laughed, "And guess why? It's because I didn't make her eat."

"You didn't want to upset her, Warrick," Catherine said, "That doesn't make you a bad person. You wanted her to feel safe and comfortable."

Warrick was silent for a few moments but nodded finally, looking down at the floor. "Trey."

"What?" Catherine blinked.

"That's the guy's name," Warrick explained. "Trey. Trey Wolfe."

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"Gil, we've got a name," Catherine said over her cell phone outside the hospital, anxiously pacing back and forth.

"Who is he?" Grissom asked as he and Nick arrived at the club.

"Warrick said the guy's name is Trey Wolfe," Catherine informed him.

"More like 'Dead Man Walking'."