A/N: I'm sorry for the delay in posting this, I've been sick. I'm trying to take to my sick bed so I can get 'Trapped' finished but with 3 kids there's just no time to wallow…. It's on my to do list I promise. I'd also like to apologise for not responding to all your review's like I usually do. Again the old sick card is played, it's physically painful to look at a screen. Forgive me! I do appreciate each and every word xxx

Grissom – Showing me another way and all that my love can bring.

Watching her disappear into that cabin with Rob's gun pressed against her head was almost like being stabbed repeatedly through the heart. This was a new development and one he had been wholly unprepared for. The old saying goes that 'love hurts' he imagined a more psychological pain, this was a physical pain. His chest grew tighter, his heart raced, his head pounded and a shiver worked its way up his spine.

He didn't stop to wonder whether this was a physical manifestation of his feelings for Sara, the only thing he knew was that right now she was in danger. Very real danger and he had to fix it. Somehow.

The mass of officers arranged around the house were all looking at him for direction. If he wasn't careful his personal involvement in this case could become common knowledge and that wouldn't help anyone. He cleared his throat before he spoke in an effort to rid it of the huge lump building there.

"Ok, Nicky take Mr. Galt down to the station and take his statement. Everyone else keep your wits about you and focus on that cabin. We have an officer inside; no-one wants any harm to come to her"

That seemed to do the trick, Nick drove away with a rather shaken Mr. Galt in his passenger seat and a hush descended over the woods as the officers switched their attention back to the cabin. Their designated hostage negotiator attempted to open the lines of communication again but Grissom knew it was a fruitless exercise. Robert had what he wanted now he just had to hope that he didn't want to hurt Sara. It was entirely possible that he just needed someone to talk to; he may have some level of regret and need to talk it out to reach some clarity. He had every faith in Sara's ability to talk him round, she was a good listener and she was incredibly patient. That could be all rob needed.

The cabin was quiet, not a sound reached them as they watched and waited for a voice or a movement. Images of the victims flashed before his eyes over and over again like a flip book. A terrible knot of tension began to form deep in the pit of his stomach as he thought about it. All of a sudden the bloodied corpse of the woman slayed all over the bed had transformed into Sara and a wave of nausea washed over him. He couldn't let that happen to her; he wouldn't let that happen to her.

Before he even realized he had decided what to do he was stomping his way through the undergrowth and headed for the back of the house. A couple of officers threw him a questioning look that he chose to ignore. This was no time for an extended thought process, he had learnt one thing over the course of the last few days it was that time had the tendency to slip through your fingers. Sometimes overthinking things just made them altogether more complicated. Gil Grissom had decided to turn over a new leaf starting today. Gil Grissom was going to stop thinking and start doing.

Right now he wasn't entirely sure what he was doing but he was doing it nonetheless. He peered in the darkened windows at the back of the house and saw a whole lot of nothing. There was no yard of any description; the area around the back of the house was a jungle of weeds and brambles. They scratched and tore at his legs like they were physically holding him back but he pushed forward until he found a door almost hidden behind a rather angry looking rose bush.

As he tore at the thorns with his bare hands he could hear robs voice and footsteps inside. He was pacing as he spoke, back and forth across a wooden floor. Grissom paused for a few long moments and strained his ears trying to hear Sara but he got nothing. He wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad thing but he was sure he couldn't waste any more time. He pulled the branches of the bush down to the ground and placed his feet on top of them to secure them in place.

The door clearly wasn't used to being opened. The lock looked as though it was rusted over and dirt caked the frame like moss. He fished in his pocket for his penknife and slipped it into the space between the door and the frame as quietly as he could. For a second Rob stopped pacing and ranting and Grissom froze in position before peering nervously into the tiny blackened window by the door. He couldn't see either Rob or Sara but it didn't take long for the heavy footsteps to echo off the walls again and Grissom gave a sigh of relief.

He prized the door open with great difficulty, it had been fused shut with years of dirt and grime and attempting to do it silently was near impossible. He thanked the lord for Rob's unnecessarily loud footsteps.

The cabin was dark inside and felt suppressive. There was a strong smell that Grissom couldn't quite pinpoint. It made the air stale and almost unbreathable and as he crept inside he found out what it was. A multitude of dirty pots and pans were stacked in the sink. Plates and mugs littered the worktops and flies swarmed everywhere. This place had been abandoned for quite some time, how unlucky for Mr. Galt to have chosen this week to take a trip back.

The floorboards were irritatingly creaky, if rob would stop ranting for a second he would have heard him moving from the kitchen into the long dark hallway and drawing his weapon but he seemed to have a lot to say.

"I didn't want to kill her Sara; she was going to leave me. She was feeling guilty about her family. About her children, I told her I would take care of them and she begged me. She begged and begged. It was disgusting"

Grissom was about to storm the room, he took a deep breath and stood against the wall by the door. This was it, he had to choose the perfect moment to catch Rob off guard and rescue Sara. Quietly he shifted his weight onto his lead foot and leaned out to peer around the door into the room. And he saw her.

Her hands were bound to the arms of the chair she was seated in, her hair falling over her face and no doubt irritating her an immense amount. She watched Rob as he paced, her dark eyes studying him with such scrutiny he was sure she was mentally noting every tiny movement or gesture in her brain for later use. Her mind fascinated him; she seemed to have a wealth of knowledge that could put even him to shame. Her almost photographic memory was one of the things that made her such a highly skilled CSI's. He tried to catch her eye without making his presence completely obvious but Rob was ranting about other people getting in the way.

"He won't even make the effort to come and save you Sara, I mean. He's out there with all his cop buddies having a laugh at our expense!"

Grissom realized a little too late that he was talking about him and as Sara began to speak she looked up and met his eye.

"He would never do that" she smiled softly, a completely accidental lapse of judgment that sent Rob rapidly over the edge of his insanity.

Rob's body turned before he even had the chance to register it, in that moment he had been lost in her eyes. He had been contemplating crossing the room and taking her in his arms regardless of the police officers and the co-workers and the deranged killer. He would have done it too, he would have thrown caution to the wind if Rob hadn't seen red. He would have embraced the woman he loved if it wasn't for the noise that filled the room and the weight he felt hitting him.

A gunshot penetrated his thoughts and his chest and as he fell to the ground, all he could think about was the fact that he got to look her in the eye again. that when it mattered, he was able to show her how much she meant to him.