Brass woke up in a hospital bed. He tried to move, but found it hard to with all of the tubes and needles sticking out of him. His vision was blurry and so was his memory. He remembered something about a casino, two necklaces, too many stories, a black gun, and that gun hitting him in the head. Brass tried to keep his eyes open, but succumbed to sleep when a nurse entered and injected something into his IV.

Earlier that Day

The next sound that hit the ears of everyone in the casino was just as eerie as the strange silence that occurred after the gunfire. The sound they heard was the screaming of one woman and the husky voice of a man yelling at her to move over by a poker table. It didn't take long for the CSI's to realize what the killers were doing. They were separating people into different groups like most killers do in a hostage situation.

Grissom, Sara, Catherine, and Nick were all thinking the same thing; what if they were separated from their co-workers? Warrick and Greg weren't thinking these thoughts though, because they both were still unconscious. Nick was a little shaken up, but relatively okay, still being huddled together with Greg. Catherine had managed to get herself sitting up even though her head was still throbbing. She held Warrick's head and shoulders in her lap while she cried quietly and stroked his hair. Grissom's leg was still bleeding and he felt nauseous, but he still kept his eyes on Sara whose ears had finally stopped ringing.

The screams of men and women kept filling the air as the husky men moved the women into different groups. Each CSI tried to tune out the screams, but all ears perked up when a scream came from a woman whose voice they recognized. That voice came from Detective Sophia Curtis. No one dared to stick their head out in the open, so they all just listened intently as one of the men tried to make Sophia move from her position. Sophia, being the strong, stubborn woman all of the CSI's knew her to be, was standing her ground and yelling at all of the men. Suddenly, she fell silent when a single shot sounded through the air. Everyone jumped inside at the sound, but no one wanted to scream in fear that they would be the next shot. The CSI's prayed that the shot only injured Sophia, but they couldn't tell. No one wanted to look up in fear of being killed.

The shot had caused Grissom to jump, but he still could not pull his eyes away from Sara. He actually started to wonder why he was so obsessed with looking at her, but his thoughts ran short. Not even a minute after the gun shot to Sophia, a man walked through Grissom's line of vision, breaking his eye contact with Sara for the first time since the men had started firing. An unsettled feeling began to rise in Grissom's stomach as the man stopped in front of Sara. Sara felt exposed as the man stared down at her in a way she knew wasn't friendly.

"You're one of those CSI's aren't you?" he questioned in a strange voice. Sara only nodded.

"Get up," he said as he roughly pulled her to her feet.

"Let me a get a good look at you," the man said as he grabbed Sara's chin harshly. This movement made Grissom want to bash the guy's head in, but he resisted since he couldn't walk.

"You're kind of cute," the creep smiled. Sara's face remained a sheet of cold steel.

"Come on, you should play nice," the man joked as he tried to reach around to feel Sara's butt.

"Stop!" Grissom roared, but Sara beat him to the punch. The sound of Sara's hand slapping the man across the face shocked everyone in the room.

"You stupid slut!" the man yelled, "Johnny! Come help me out here!"

A man responded to the command and came over. He grabbed Sara's arms as the guy this time, tried to grope Sara's left breast. Just as his hand touched the fabric of Sara's shirt, he let out a loud scream and doubled over in pain because Sara had managed to kick him in the groin.

"That's it you little whore!" the guy roared as he pulled out his revolver and struck Sara extremely hard on the back on the neck.

"No!" Grissom yelled as Sara fell into a heap on the floor.

"You shut up old man, or you'll be next!" yelled the killer.

Grissom decided to use his brain and stayed quiet. He found it hard not being able to talk or move as he stared at Sara's lifeless form sprawled out on the blood stained carpet.