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A/N: I hope everybody had a happy holiday(s)!!! Well, it's practically midnight and I'm tired so I hope this came out okay. Though I reread it, any mistakes are mine. For those of you reading my story Haunting Insanity, there will be another chapter up for that tomorrow, it would've been up earlier but my mom refused to give up the computer. Happy New Year (if i don't update before then)!!!

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Grissom had left the hospital with Brass to bring the evidence to the lab, trying to get a head start on processing. Leaving his Tahoe behind for Sara, so she could leave the hospital after a relative arrived to bring young Julie and her mom home.

It was a little past three in the morning by the time Sara was leaving the hospital and heading out to the parking lot. Having parked the Tahoe some distance away from the hospital, she took out her cell-phone as she walked through the quiet parking lot.

"Grissom," she heard when he picked up.

"Hey, it's me. I'm just leaving the hospital now."

"Someone arrived to pick up our vic and her daughter?"

"Yeah, just a few minutes ago."

"Alright then. I'll see you back at the lab."

"Okay. Bye," she said, as she hung up and slipped the phone back into her front pocket.

Reaching the parked car, she had trouble finding the right key in the dimly lit, deserted parking lot. She thought she heard approaching footsteps behind her, but wasn't quick enough to react when she was grabbed from behind, a cold metal blade pressed against her throat. Her eyes darted around wanting to get a glimpse of her attacker, but had limited movement from her neck being stretched and pulled back with her eyes looking up at the sky. She held in the panic she felt as she stomped down on the man's foot. The knife drew back from her neck, and as she turned around to fight off her attacker he jabbed her in the ribs with his knee. Sara fell to the ground gasping for air. She sucked in a deep breath, and then went into a coughing fit. Her attacker covered her mouth and nose with his large hand, trying to keep her quiet, though there was little chance that someone would hear something. She was, again, gasping for air after he released her. She rolled onto her side, wrapping her arms around her abdomen, and he kicked her back, ensuring she wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. Pain drowned her consciousness.

The hard ground was cold against her bare back. In a daze from a punch to the face (supplied after she started to regain consciousness), she tasted the copper flavor of blood in her mouth. Her split lip was letting the red liquid trail down her chin. Trying to bring her hand up to her face to wipe the blood away she discovered her hands were held together tightly over her head. She shook her hands trying to loosen the hold on her wrists, but it didn't let up. She felt a heavy weight come down on her stomach. Her vision was blurred still and only, after a moment, did she realize she had been stripped of her clothing and there was a half-naked form towering over her body. Her thoughts jumbled and it took her more than a moment to process everything: this wasn't a dream, it was actually happening, she was going to be a victim. And she hated being a victim, but what was worse would be that she wouldn't just be injured or dead, but she'd be violated and exposed, and in her line of work she had learned about the afterward effects that something like this had on rape victims: isolation, constant fear, avoiding physical contact... She didn't want to think about it anymore. And right now she wasn't in much of a position where she could save herself. She decided to try and draw attention by screaming out, maybe someone would hear her. Though, he must've been watching her because right when she went to open her mouth, he pressed the knife to her throat again, immediately halting her actions. The blade was cold against her heated skin, just a little more pressure and blood would be drawn.

The raspy voice came through, "Any noise from you and don't count on being able to talk again."

The threatening edge to his voice encouraged her to remain silent; she didn't have much of a choice if she wanted to see another day. One of his strong hands held both of hers still over her head, with the other he groped her body in the darkness as he covered her mouth with his to keep her quiet. She tried to remove herself from his grip, but with very limited success. He bit down on her bottom lip when she tried to turn away, causing a yelp to emanate from her lips, though it was muffled by her attacker's mouth. The fight slowly drained from her body after another punch to the face, this one meant to keep her from refusing his entrance. She refused and fought him until her consciousness slowly slipped from her grasp.

She didn't know how long she had been out; it could've been ten seconds, ten minutes, or (for all she knew) ten hours. She felt herself being wrapped in a blanket, and then gently lifted from the ground. Her mind was hazy as she was lifted to the padded surface of a stretcher, she presumed.

Her mind was dark and she couldn't force her eyes open. Her arms and legs were strapped down by the blanket and secured by whatever straps held her in, and she felt the stretcher, which her motionless body was on, being lifted a distance off the ground. She heard the clicking of a camera numerous times and felt her matted hair being moved from her face. She heard a man's voice, "She's stable, ready for transport." She tried to open her eyes, but they remained closed. She heard a camera flash again, along with sirens. She thought it strange that she was in the hospital parking lot, but yet, she was going to be brought the short distance over in an ambulance anyway.

Somewhere, amongst all the noise, she could hear Gil's soft reassuring voice whispering softly to her, "Sara, Honey, you're safe now. I'm right here Sweetheart… You'll be fine… I love you…"

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Going to bed now. Goodnight!