A/N: As always, I do not own CSI or any related characters, things, or dialogue. Tis sad.

Again, 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

"Sara…"

She jerked slightly at the sound of her name and cried out in pain as the wound in her side protested viciously at the sudden movement. She felt a wayward tear slip down her cheek and groaned as the cuts on her face burned and stung. She lay there, wishing the pain in her body would stop, wishing that she could get away, wishing that she could see Grissom one last time…

"Sara!"

Sara's eyes fluttered open and she looked blearily around to see where she was. Her first thought was a prison cell, but that couldn't be right. Prison cells were never this dark and, she hadn't, as far as she knew, done anything to deserve a stint in the pen. She looked around some more, taking in the cell. That's when she noticed him, tied to the bars of the cell.

"Gil?" she asked, disbelieving. "What are you doing here? Where's…where's Reichman?"

"Never mind that now," he said hurriedly. "I'm not sure how much time we have. Sara, I need your help."

She looked up at him and frowned. She knew she wasn't in any shape to help anyone. She could feel the blood pouring down her side and onto the floor and the pain….it was almost more than she could bear. She looked up at Grissom, doubt clouding her voice.

"I…I'm not sure I can," she said weakly. "My side…" A few more tears trickled down her face. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Grissom blew out his breath and looked up at the ceiling and then back at Sara. "Sara…please. Please hang on. I'm going to get us out of here. I need help though. I can't get this rope untied."

Sara winced at the desperation in his voice. Looking up at him, she could see the pain and the helplessness etched in his face. She steeled her resolve and then carefully pushed herself up on her elbows, biting her tongue to keep from screaming when pain erupted from the gash in her side. She bit her tongue harder and pushed herself into a crawling position. Blood dripped from her side down to the ground. She was panting by the time she had raised herself up enough to begin inching her way towards Grissom. She slowly made her way to him, pausing every now and then to gather her strength. She saw Grissom's mouth moving, but was so focused on reaching him that she couldn't make out what he was saying. When she finally reached him, she was exhausted. A trail of blood marked her progress and the wounds covering her body screamed in protest of every tiny movement she made. She bit her tongue again, tasting blood, and reached to untie Grissom's hands. Her hands trembled as she worked on the knot, but after five minutes she managed to loosen the bindings enough so that he could slip his wrists free of the rope. She dimly saw him reach for the rope around his ankles and then collapsed in a heap at his feet. She was barely conscious.

Grissom worked desperately to free his feet from the ropes. Reichman had done a good job tying him up, but he finally managed to loosen the knot and pull his feet free. He immediately turned to Sara and began to asses her injuries. They were extensive, but none of them, save the stab wound to her side, seemed to be life threatening. Grissom removed his shirt and began to tear it into long, thin strips. He gently rolled Sara over and dressed the wound as best he could. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

"Sara?" he asked softly. "Sara, can you hear me?"

Sara whimpered and opened her eyes a fraction. Grissom choked back a sob that had suddenly risen in his throat.

"Sara, I'll be right back," he said thickly. "I have to see how to get out of this place. I'll be right back. Just hang on, honey. Just hang on."

Sara nodded slightly and closed her eyes again. Grissom bit his lip, swallowed his tears, and looked around. Reichman had not bothered to close the door and Grissom headed out of it. When he exited the cell he found himself standing in a large, hollow cave. He glanced around the room looking for a way out and saw a set of stairs opposite him leading up and out. Grissom continued to look around and saw a pile of what looked like clothes off to his right. He walked over to inspect the pile and found his CSI vest and holster as well as Sara's clothes and both their cell phones. He put the vest and the holster on, shoved both phones into his pocket, and grabbed the rest of the pile and ducked back into the cell. He rushed to Sara's side.

"Sara, I found the way out!" he said excitedly. He knelt down next to Sara's prone form and pushed her hair off her face. "Sara!" He shook her gently. "Sara?" Grissom slid his arm under her shoulders and lifted her up. Her head lolled to the side. "Sara…" A tear trickled down his cheek. "Sara, please… Don't do this. Please, Sara… please, don't do this." His trembling hands found the spot on her neck and checked for her pulse. He found it, but just barely. "Oh, God…hang on, Sara. Please hang on. I'm going to get us out of here. Just hang on, Sara."

Hurrying as fast as he could, Grissom slid Sara's pants and shirt onto her, thinking that she would be more protected from the elements when they got out of the cell. Once she was dressed, Grissom pulled one of the cell phones out of his pocket. It was his, but the display showed no signal. Cursing under his breath, he shoved the phone back into his pocket. He slid his arm under Sara's knees and shoulders and lifted her off of the ground. He began to make his way out of the cell and across the room, being as gentle as he possibly could. He climbed the stairs out of the cave and found himself standing at the entrance to an old mine shaft. He maneuvered carefully over the rock strewn ground and out of the mine shaft. He was panting by then and he gently laid Sara down on the ground and sat down next to her and looked around.

It was late afternoon and the sun was sinking slowly towards the horizon. Grissom wiped his brow with the back of his hand and pulled Sara's cell phone out of his pocket. It was barely charged, but he was getting a very weak signal. Thinking fast, he tried to decide who to call. He dialed Ecklie's cell, praying that the assistant lab director's phone was on. He was gratified when he heard a choppy ringing in his ear. Three rings later, Ecklie picked up.

"E…lie."

"Ecklie, this is Grissom. Can you hear me?"

"Gri…om? Whe… you? Is Sid…th you?"

"Ecklie? Ecklie? You're breaking up. I can't understand you."

"…som, San…out of th…spital. …eg is wor…ur ca…"

At that the signal was lost and Grissom nearly threw the phone in frustration. Sitting down next to Sara's unconscious form, he tried to decide what the best move would be. Looking down at Sara, he noticed that blood was starting to soak through her shirt.

"Damn it!" he said, kicking at a rock.

"What are we going to do, Sara?" he whispered. "What are we going to do?"

Please R&R! It makes the cold wintry days that much warmer. ;)