A/N: As always, I do not own CSI or anything related to it. I only wish I did. Also, I know we're switching gears here a little bit, but I think it's for the better. Don't worry, we'll get back to Grissom and Sara perhaps as early as next chapter.

Also, I'd like to direct everyone's attention to my newest story, No Limit To Infinity (just click on my author name for the story). It's a story I'm co-writing with my dear friend, holadios, and is a CSI/House crossover. You don't need to have seen House before to understand the plotline. The plot takes place just after Nesting Dolls and before Grave Danger. So after Sara's talk with Grissom and before Nicky is kidnapped. Check it out, leave a review, and make my sad pathetic day a little brighter:D

Greg Sanders opened his eyes and shot straight up in his bed.

"Catherine!" he yelled. "Sara!"

He looked around wildly trying to find Reichman and Catherine. So much blood...Catherine was going to die if Greg didn't find a way to get Reichman off of her soon.

"Catherine! Sara!"

Greg heard a door bang open to his right and he flinched as a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back down. Greg fought against those hands, still not comprehending where he was.

"Mr. Sanders!" said a female voice."Calm down! It's ok. Everything is fine. You're in the hospital."

Greg stopped fighting and took in his surroundings. His cheeks flushed red. He turned to the nurse who was standing next to him with her hands on her hips, a small smile on her face.

"What happened?" he asked her. "Where are Nick, Catherine, Warrick, and Sara? Who found us? Did they catch Reichman? What's going on? Why–"

"Mr. Sanders –"

"Greg," he said. "Mr. Sanders makes me feel old."

The nurse smiled. "Okay," she said. "Greg, I'm going to go fetch someone who can answer your questions, but promise me that you'll remain in that bed and that you'll remain calm."

"I promise."

The nurse smiled again and started to walk away.

"Wait!" Greg said. She turned back to him. "I didn't catch your name."

"Lisa," she said. "Lisa Cudrow."

Greg nodded and lay back on his pillows again as she exited the room. It was about five minutes later when the door opened again. Greg's eyebrows shot up.

"Ecklie?" he asked in surprise.

The assistant lab director pulled up a chair and sat down next to Greg's bed. "Good afternoon, Sanders," Ecklie said. "How are you feeling?"

Greg frowned. "I've been better," he said carefully.

Ecklie smiled tightly. "The nurse said you had some questions."

Greg nodded. "How are the others doing?"

Ecklie sat back in the chair and rubbed his forehead tiredly. "Brown is still in surgery. They're removing a bullet from his right thigh, but they think he's going to be fine. Stokes is stable. He was stabbed three times in the shoulder, but the injuries are non-life threatening. Willows…she's stable, but she's got a long road ahead of her. The injuries she sustained were very severe."

Greg nodded. "What about Sara?" he asked.

Ecklie looked away, speaking to Greg's sheets. "Miss Sidle is…erm…we,uh..didn't find her."

Greg's mouth fell open. "What?! What do you mean you didn't find her?"

Ecklie sighed. "She wasn't in the house with the rest of you," he said. "There was a letter and a photograph in the room where she should have been. Grissom and Brass inspected the room further and found a tunnel leading out of the room. They're inspecting it as we speak."

Greg stared at Ecklie as Ecklie continued to stare down at Greg's sheets. They both jumped when Ecklie's cell phone rang.

"Ecklie."

Greg watched Ecklie anxiously. The assistant lab director listened to the person on the other end, his face grim. As Greg watched, Ecklie's expression grew more and more sour and his eyes wider and wider. Greg felt dread flood his stomach.

"I'll be there soon," Ecklie said and shut the phone. He turned to look at Greg.

"What happened?" Greg asked.

Ecklie sighed again. "Grissom is missing," he said grimly. "And Brass has been shot. He's en route to the hospital."

Greg's head began to throb and he noticed, for the first time, the bandage circling his head. He blinked. "Brass…Grissom…what happened?"

"Reichman," Ecklie said simply.

Greg pushed his sheets off of him and stood up, taking care to keep the back of his hospital gown closed. His head throbbed again.

"Where are my release papers?" Greg asked. "I want out of here. I'm fine. I want to help."

Ecklie was already shaking his head. "No, Sanders," he said sharply, moving to block the door. "You need to stay here and get your rest. You've been through a terrible–"

Greg folded his arms across his chest and glared at Ecklie, ignoring the pain. "I'm leaving, Ecklie," he said angrily. "You can either help me, and get my release papers from the nurse and find me something to wear, or you can get out of my way. Either way, I'm going."

Ecklie glared at Greg for a moment. "Fine," he said. "Just stay here until I get the nurse, but just for the record, I don't think this is a good idea."

Greg glared at Ecklie until Ecklie sauntered out to fetch the nurse. Greg sat down on the edge of the bed thinking hard. Fifteen minutes later he was dressed in scrubs and headed out the door. Ecklie had volunteered to drive Greg back to the lab and Greg had gratefully accepted.

When they arrived at the lab, the lab techs and the CSI's who were still working the Reichman case stared as he passed. He ignored them and headed into the locker room to change clothes. Once he was dressed, he searched for his CSI vest for a while before he remembered that he had been wearing it when he was kidnapped. That was when the realization of what had happened came crashing down on him. Greg sat down on the bench in the center of the room and put his head in his hands. The fear he had felt and the horror of not knowing…it was enough to drive him crazy. He sat there for a long time, trying to regain control. He thought of Catherine and the last image he had seen of her face before he had been knocked unconscious; Warrick and the awful bloodcurdling scream when he had been shot; Nick and his cries as he was relentlessly stabbed; and Sara…oh dear God, Sara! He had heard her pleading with Reichman time and time again as Reichman violated her. Rage coursed through him as the memories assaulted him and tears began to fall earnestly down his face. That was how Wendy found him ten minutes later.

"Greg?" she said softly. He did not reply, but sat on the bench, head in his hands, shoulders shaking. Wendy approached hesitantly and then sat down next to him. She put a tentative hand on his shoulder and, when he did not protest, slid her arm around him. He leaned into her and she put her other arm around him. He buried his face into her shoulder.

"Shhh," she said soothingly. "It's okay. Everything will be alright."

Greg, still crying, pulled his face out of Wendy's shoulder and she made to let go of him, but he shook his head violently.

"Don't," he said through his tears, putting his arms around her. "I need you."

Wendy put her arms back around him and just held him for a while. After a while, he calmed down somewhat and she pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. She could see how much pain he was in.

"Now," she said gently. "What's wrong?"

Greg sniffed and wiped his eyes. "Her screams," he whispered brokenly. "That's all I can hear. When I walk, when I close my eyes, when I turn a corner. Her desperate pleas for mercy, her cries…" He began to cry in earnest again. Wendy pulled him to her again.

"Who's cries, Greg?"

"Hers," he said through his sobs. "Sara's."

Wendy inhaled sharply. "Sara's?" she asked, shocked. "What did he do to her? What did that bastard do?"

Greg was sobbing harder than he had ever sobbed in his life. "He..he violated her," he said, his words almost incomprehensible through his crying. "Over and over again. I was blindfolded, so I couldn't see it, but her screams…her god-awful, bloodcurdling screams. I'll never forget them as long as I live. And I saw her before he knocked me out. She's covered in cuts and bruises and her eyes…I've never seen so much pain and desperation. He tortured her, Wendy, and I couldn't do anything to stop him." Greg looked up at her and she saw the hatred and the anger in his face. "I hate him!" he shouted. "I want him to die! I want to kill him!"

Greg lapsed back into sobs and Wendy hugged him to her tighter and rocked him back and forth like a child. She had never seen him lose control before and it scared her to see him like this. He was always so strong and so lighthearted. He could always find the humor in any situation. But Reichman had changed something in Greg Sanders and it broke Wendy's heart to see him now.

It took a long time, but Greg eventually stopped sobbing. When he was calm enough to speak, Wendy lifted his chin with her fingers and looked into his eyes. She held his gaze for a moment before she spoke.

"Look," she said softly. "I know you're hurting right now. I know you feel like all of this is your fault. But…I need you to put your feelings aside for a little while and do your job. Sara and Grissom are still missing and I think you're the only one who has even half a chance of finding them. Can you do that Greg? Can you help us find them?"

Greg swallowed hard and wiped the last tears from his face and looked into her eyes, a new fire blazing there. "I'll do whatever it takes to find them," he said, a new strength flooding his voice.

"Good," she said, giving him a quick hug and, to his complete surprise, a peck on the cheek. "Now come with me." Wendy stood and took his hand and led him out of the locker room and down the hall towards the trace lab.