AN: Here's the next installement. Thank you to everyone for the great reviews I got. I'm glad you like the story so far. I like feedback, so R&R. Thanks again!

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In A Plexiglas Prison With You

Summary: They were trapped, far from humanity in a prison cell where no one could possibly reach them. Their only consolation was that they were together.

Chapter Two: A Bad Dream

"Where is he? God damn it, where is he?" Sara Sidle screamed as she ran through the lab to meet her former shift-mates. She was frantic. She had heard that he was missing. First her, now him.

"Sara! Ssh, calm down," Nick set down the box of evidence that he was holding so he could grab her shoulders to try to steady her.

"Nick, where is he?" she cried, fighting back her pain.

"I don't know, Sara. But we'll find them. I promise," he said as soothingly as possible. She whimpered and her friend pulled her close to him. Nick knew how much Grissom meant to Sara. There had been rumours circulating about the two of them for years. Nick had hoped that they weren't true, yet only a few weeks ago, after Sara had been kidnapped and pinned under a car, Grissom had revealed his relationship with his younger co-worker, forcing Sara to move to the swing-shift. Nick still didn't know how to feel about this new romance, but he only wanted to see his friends happy. He had only seen Sara upset once, and he never wanted to see her like that again.

"We're going to go process. I'll be in autopsy," Warrick announced moving past them with a box of evidence in his arms. He flashed her a small, reassuring smile. Greg followed him, but stopped to give Sara's arm a little squeeze on his way by.

Despite everything she was feeling, she appreciated everything her friends did for her.

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"Any word on Gil and Catherine?" Dr. Al Robbins questioned as Warrick walked into the morgue.

"No," Warrick sighed desperately, "Please tell me you have something helpful, Doc," he pleaded.

"I'll try," Robbins told him, "Kitchner was shot from a distance. I'll know more about the calibre when I extract the bullet, but I think that it's safe to say that it was a sniper shot."

"How does that help Griss and Cath?" Warrick questioned, "If it was a sniper, why didn't he just shoot them all? Why did he take them?" he sounded lost.

"I don't know, Warrick," Robbins sighed, "I just don't know. Have their families been informed?"

"Sara knows…but Lindsey and Cath's mom…" Warrick didn't even want to think about telling Lindsey Willows that her mother was missing. It would break both her heart and his.

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Catherine felt as though she was floating. He eyes shifted in and out of focus. It was dark, but she was laying on something soft and warm. She thought she could make out a person in the distance, but it swam in and out of focus. Then she passed out again as her head connected with something hard.

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Time was not working properly. It was moving in slow motion. Lindsey Willows watched as her grandmother slowly brought a hand to her mouth. She watched as Warrick slowly reached for a box of tissues and offered them to Lily. His face was contorted in pain as he watched slow sobs wrack Lily Flynn's aged body.

Lindsey felt like she was going to be sick. She stumbled out of her chair and wrenched open the door. She ran through the hall towards the bathroom, her hand over her mouth. She just made it to the toilet in time.

It couldn't be true. This was all just a bad dream and in a moment, she would wake up and be safe at home with her mother just in the next room. Her mom was all she had left. Her father was dead. She couldn't lose Catherine. She needed her mom. There was so much that Lindsey had never told her, and now, she might never get the chance.

Lindsey approached the sink and gripped the sides as if the porcelain would hold her as her legs continued to shake. She took great, steadying gasps to calm herself.

She didn't know how long she stood there before she moved towards the door and stepped into the bustling halls. She slowly walked towards the break room where her grandmother and Warrick were.

She stopped when she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. She whirled around to come face to face with Greg Sanders. He looked lost. He looked how she felt. His boyish grin was absent, replaced with a mask full of cracks. Lindsey could see that he was just as upset as she was, only he was trying not to show it.

"Are you okay, Linds?" he asked hollowly. She straightened herself and put on her bravest face.

"I-" she couldn't get the words out. Her throat was constricted, fighting against the sob threatening to come. Greg understood. He simply pulled her into a warm hug, hoping against hope that Grissom and Catherine would make it out of this alive, for everyone's sake.

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Catherine's eyes opened slowly, painfully taking in her surroundings. She was laying on top pf someone. She turned her head to look at her companion. A small smile played on her face as she realized that it was Gil. He was beginning to wake from his slumber. She looked up from her position and found herself staring into an odd array of colours. It was dark, yet there were tinges of blues and greens throughout the room. It was a lovely sight.

"Catherine?" Gil called out to her. His voice was hoarse.

"I'm right here, Gil," she answered, her own voice quite shaky. He looked down his body to where her head rested on his shoulder.

"Hi," he mumbled, "Do you know where we are?" he asked, looking around the odd place they were laying in.

"I don't know," she replied, attempting to sit up. Her head collided painfully with a Plexiglas cover.

"Arg!" she grunted, placing a hand to her head. Gil woke up real fast. His hands rose to meet the Plexiglas cover. Then he attempted to stretch out, but his arms hit two clear sides about three feet apart. He looked around and he could see the clear glass at his feet and the side above his head. They were trapped.

"We're in a coffin!" he breathed, frantically trying to beat at the Plexiglas with his hands.

"What?!" Catherine joined him on his panic and hit the sides of their prison, but to no avail. They screamed for help, but no one came.

TBC