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Chapter Eight
Lab - 1:10am
"What do you mean 'not there'?" Grissom asked.
"Her car was there, her clothes for work were on the couch, her cell phone was in her room." Catherine explained. "The lock had been picked."
"You're sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure, Grissom!" Catherine sighed, having already gone through this once with the police. "I'm sorry, I just -." She was cut off when Grissom's phone began ringing.
"Grissom." He answered. "Hang on." He held the phone out to her. "It's for you."
Catherine raised an eyebrow and took the phone from him. "Willows… I'll be right there. Thank you."
"Is she…?" Grissom couldn't bring himself to continue.
"They found her. I have to go. They suggested no one else though."
"Cath…"
"I'm sorry, Gil. I'll call you with any information. Don't tell the others yet." She said, referring not only to her to fellow CSI's but the rest of the lab, as well.
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12:25am
"Now I'm glad we waited. This was so much better than I expected." Hank released his grip on her, letting her crumble to the ground as he buckled his pants. "I'd love to stick around for another round but work calls. You know how it is." And with that, he climbed back into his car and drove away, leaving her in the alley.
Struggling to gather what was left of her clothes, Sara crawled towards the end of the alley, hoping to find a pay phone but her body had other ideas. She felt herself collapse to the ground before falling unconscious.