Note: The beginning of this chapter is going to be Lindsey's statement. Now, before you start thinking "it's the same as Sara's", you might want to read it. Why? Well, remember those few times Sara was asleep/unconscious?

Chapter 8:

"Lindsey, wake up honey." Catherine whispered, shaking her daughter slightly.

For probably the first time in her life, Lindsey woke up right after her mother asked her to.

"Do I get to go home now?" She asked hopefully. Catherine shook her head.

"Not yet. Do you remember my friend Jim Brass?" Lindsey nodded, "he's waiting outside. He has to get you're statement on what happened. Do you think you can do that?"

"Uuhh…I-I-I…don't know."

"Do you want me to tell him to come back later?"

"Uuhh…No, I wanna get it over with."

"That's my girl." Catherine smiled, kissing her daughter on her forehead. She walked over to the door, opening it to revile the wrinkled detective.

"Hey, kiddo!" He smiled at her.

"Hi," she smiled back.

"You think you're up for this?" He asked, she nodded.

"Alright," he responded, pulled out his notepad (the same one that had Sara's statement) and pin, saying, "be as detailed as you can be."

"Okay," She took a deep breathe and closed her eyes for a moment, her mind going back a few days, back to her house, where it began.

"I was in my room for about an hour after mom left. I walked out to ask Sara if I could watch TV-" she paused after seeing the oh really? look on Catherine's face.

"She said no, and we sat there for a minute before we heard a loud crashing sound from the back door." She waited for Brass to finish scribbling on his notepad before continuing.

"Sara told me to go to my room; which I did, saying that she'd be there in a sec. I ran to my room and waited a minute before she came back. She told me to hide in the closet while she locked the door. I could see her on the phone through a crack in the door. I don't know who she was talking to, she was talking in that weird 'police talk'. Anyway, that's when the door was kicked in."

Again she waited.

"He kept telling her to turn her phone off, and once she did, he started asking 'where's the kid?'. I…I think he was looking for me.."

He was Catherine thought sadly. "What happened next, honey?"

"She kept saying she had no idea who he was talking about, even after he kicked her." She paused briefly after hearing the sudden gasp that came from her mother before continuing. "When she didn't say, he pinned her against the wall and started to choke her. I ran out and jumped on him, and he-" She stopped slowly pulled an arm over her stomach.

"He rammed me into the wall." Her eyes began to burn, and she quickly blinked back the tears.

"I just dropped to the floor, and he kicked me in the stomach. I heard something from outside, and when I looked up, Sara had jumped on him and banged his head into the wall. Just then another guy walked in, and put it to Sara's head. After she started asking questions, he hit her with it and… knocked her out… she started bleeding…" She choked back a sob.

"Those two guys started arguing, saying stuff like 'what do we do with her?' and 'she shouldn't have been here' and 'we can't just leave her'. Then they looked back at me. One of them smacked me, telling me to shut up, then he held my arms and legs while the other tied them. They tied Sara up, and took us out to the car. I fought back, but I wasn't strong enough. The only thing I did was end up knocking stuff over." She looked back at her mother, "sorry about the vase.."

"It's okay, Linds." Catherine laughed, smiling at Lindsey.

"Anyway, they through us in the trunk of their car. We drove around for a while, and then I couldn't hear anything. Finally Sara woke up, but she wasn't up for long before we stopped and they took us out. They tied us up in the corner of this nasty old room. One of them took a picture of us, and then they left. We just sat their for a while, until I-well, I think both of us, dosed off. I woke up when I heard the door open."

Her hands started shaking.

"He unbound me and Sara, then took off our blindfolds. Then…he started looking over her, touching her. When he started to unbutton her shirt, I slapped his hands away, then her looked at me. He started calling me 'baby' and 'sexy' and…" She closed her eyes, trying to hold back her tears.

"He started to touch me, trying to pull off my clothes. I couldn't get him off of me, when he tried to drag me over to the bed, I grabbed Sara's arm. She woke up and kicked him off of me."

Had she looked up, she would have seen the shocked and disgusted looks coming from Catherine and Brass. Sara didn't say anything about him touching her; only Lindsey. She must not know…

"Did you tell Sara what he was trying to do?" Brass asked.

Lindsey shook her head, tears now falling freely down her face. "I was to busy crying…I just…should I have told her?"

Brass only shrugged. "Did he get any further than that? I mean, further than touching you?"

"No, he tried to pull her away, but I held on and she kicked him again. He left after that, and I fell asleep." She said with a long and tired sigh.

"You're doing awesome, Lindsey." Brass smiled at her as he finished writing on his notepad.

"I woke up about two hours later; according to Sara. She said that she heard them saying something about a broad cast, and that she had a plan. She said we had to clog up the toilet and try to get them to take us to some convenient store down the road. We shoved God knows what down the drain… and it worked! But…once we got there, they-"

She started to shake again.

"It's alright," Brass said, holding a hand up to silence her, "we saw the tape. What happened after you left?" He asked as if he didn't already know. He knew it was going to be hard for her to talk about it, but he needed it for a conviction. If he could only think of an easier way to do this…

"Wait!" He near shouted as she opened her mouth to speak.

"I…I know this is going to be hard for you, so, I can do something a little different." The questionable look on her and Catherine's faces told him to go on.

"I already talked to Sara, so I already have her statement; right here." He said, waving the notepad around. "I can read it to you, and you can fill in any blanks? It isn't very long, so feel free to add anything."

She thought it over for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright," he flipped back a few pages.

"According to Sara, once you walked out of the store, they through you in the back of the car, and once you got back to the cabin, they went 'absolutely crazy'." He watched as she nodded in response, and as a confused look spread on Catherine's face.

"Sara's words, not mine."

He really didn't want Catherine to hear what happened next, but what could he do? Kick her out?

"She says that they, uh," Wow, this was going to be harder for him than he thought, "beat the Hell out of you two, and that she tried to protect you, but they were to strong." He shot a quick glance at Catherine, who seemed lost in thought.

"Did she leave anything out?" He asked.

"No…" Her mind sent flashes of the vicious attack. Images of Sara jumping on her attacker, only to be ripped off and punched by the other. Of her taking punches for her. The thoughts forced her tears to slide down her face.

"She saved my life," She said just over a whisper.

Even though it was to herself, it was heard by Catherine and Brass.

"Can you continue from there?" He asked, bringing her out of her daze.

"Yeah," she said, shaking her head as though it would knock the horrible thoughts out of her heard.

"Nothing really disturbed us again until early the next morning. Well, I think it was morning. I don't know, but anyway, I heard what sounded like a car starting, and the room got very bright. I woke up Sara and we watched one of the guys leave in the truck. I didn't tell her-" she thought for a moment, then when on.

"Well, I don't think I told her, but I was scared. I thought they were ditching us or something, but she promised me she'd get us out of their." The tiniest smile ever pulled at the corners of her mouth. And she did she thought.

"Before I knew it, I was out again. She woke me up a little while later, and we heard sirens outside. But then the other guy came running in, threatening us and tying us up again. He through us in the closet, and walked back to the door. We heard him talking to you," she nodded towards Brass, "then we heard him come back. He opened the door and pointed a gun at us. Then he said…" She paused, looking at her mom for a moment.

"'I thought I told Ms. Willows not to bring the police, or else they'd die. I guess they didn't think I was serious.' That's when I lost my cool, and started screaming. He stared at me for a moment, then Sara kicked him and he dragged her out of the closet by her hair. He…smacked her with the gun, and that's when you got there."

"You did great, honey." Catherine said, she too was in tears now.

Brass, feeling that his presence was no longer very necessary, stood and walked to the door. "Get well soon, Lindsey." He smiled, patting the edge of her bed as he walked by. Just as he opened the door to leave, he stopped.

"Oh, and Lindsey," he started, waiting for her to look up at him.

"Sara says hi." He smiled.

She laughed lightly in response. "Tell her I said thanks, for… everything."

He winked at her, "I will"

XX

Tuesday, 9:49 a.m.

Sara's first day in the hospital was over in an instant. She'd seen many smiling faces; the nurse's, her husband's, and most of her friend's/coworker's. The events that had happened just two days before were starting to feel like a distant memory with all of the smiles and hugs.

Nick and Greg's visit had to have been her favorite. They'd brought her favorite take out food, which was heavenly compared to the hospital food she'd been eating. Ever time she took a bite of the stuff, she wanted to slap the cook.

But, even with the comfort of her friends, she still wasn't completely happy.

Their were two faces she still wanted to see.

Lindsey and Catherine.

She understood why they hadn't visited her yet. Lindsey was still recovering, and Catherine would never leave her daughter's bedside.

Still, she wanted to see them.

Brass's kind words still lingered in her mind.

Brass had left nearly two hours ago to get Lindsey's statement. Even though he said he'd 'be right back' she knew it would take a while.

She didn't mind, though, because this gave her some alone time with her husband.

They'd been sharing yet another much needed kiss when a knock echoed through the small room and the wrinkled detective peeked inside.

"Am I interrupting?" He asked.

"Kind of," Sara laughed, pulling away.

"Good," He responded, "or else this wouldn't be any fun."

"Ha, ha, ha," Both Sara and Grissom said in unison.

"Well, it's getting late, so I'll make this quick." He walked over to Sara, pulling her gently in for a hug. "Get better soon, Dol."

"I'll try," She chuckled as he walked back to the door.

Grissom reached his arms out, attempting to pull her in for another one of her kisses he'd missed so much more than usual these past few days. Just as Sara started to lean into his embrace, Brass stopped.

"Oh, and one more thing, Sara." He called.

"Yeah, Jim?" She asked, leaning slightly towards her pillow.

"Lindsey say's thanks."

It brought a smile to her face.

She blinked her eyes slowly, trying to get used to the bright lights once again.

"Sara?" A feminine voice asked.

It took her a moment, but after some thought, she recognized the voice.

She blinked her eyes a few more times, setting them only the blurry, blonde haired figure sitting next to her bed.

"Hey, Catherine."

TBC!