Chapter 17

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Sara approached the stage, took a deep breath, and waited for her name to be called.

"Now, from Beantown, our newest act, Ashley Fox, come on guys, let's give her a warm welcome!"

She stepped out into the spotlight.

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She had arrived in a small car that had been "acquired" by the task force team. She had assumed the identity of Ashley on the way in. She used the back door and entered the dressing room with the rest of the dancers.

Her makeup – applied by Catherine – was very heavy and sexy. After dressing, carefully so as not to smudge the eyeshadow onto the white costume, she looked in the mirror and adorned her neck with the beautiful white necklace Grissom had given her. She touched up her lipstick, put on her heels, and stepped backstage to wait for her call.

Once on the stage, Sara focused all of her thoughts on Grissom. She danced as if every man in the audience was Grissom. She was exceedingly convincing. He body, while slim, was well rounded in all the right places, and she was able to use her training to make the most of what she had.

She stepped up to the pole and used it to balance her on her heels. She hated heels. She wanted to just pull them off. She had learned to dance on them, but they still hurt her feet. How did Catherine wear these all the time?

She moved to the music, beginning to take off the top layer of the costume. She tried to make sure it landed where it could be easily retrieved by the stage-hand.

By the time she was down to the bikini-like under-costume, she had so many tips tucked into her straps that there was literally no room left for more.

It was a good night.

She knew that she was going to have to invest some time in this in order to draw out the killer. But it really wasn't that bad. She thought she would be revolted by the men in the audience, but much to her surprise, they had all been respectful to her, no groping, just a lot of leering. Wouldn't George have laughed?

George, the boyfriend she had throughout most of college, said she was sexually repressed. Proved him wrong.

It was, she decided, because of Grissom. He made her feel ok in her skin. Instead of feeling of being a hurt, lonely child, she knew she was a beautiful confident woman. It felt good. She knew she shouldn't let a man dictate her self-worth, but his unconditional acceptance of her gave her confidence she hadn't felt in years.

She bagged the costume, looking in the mirror to make sure she didn't look hideous from sweating, and noticed her necklace was still on. She decided that she didn't want to take it off, and it looked good with her jeans and white t-shirt, so she left it on. She pulled her hair up into a loose ponytail and grabbed the keys to the red Hyundai.

She knew that she was being watched. The task force had members hidden in plain sight throughout the club and the surrounding area.

No worries, she thought, as she slid into the car and put Bob Marley on to calm her nerves. I did it, she thought, I made it.

She pulled out of the parking lot, and as she drove up the alley that led to the talent entrance, past the back door of the club, she heard a click and felt the steel barrel of a gun in the back of her head.

"Keep driving, and don't try anything funny or I will blow your fucking head off," the deep, but slightly feminine voice, instructed her.

Her heart sank. She didn't see anyone from the task force in the alley. Of all the places to loose track of her!

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"What do you mean she didn't check in?" Grissom asked, feeling his heart sinking in his chest.

Brass had apparently just gotten the news too. He appeared in Grissom's office door, apparently agitated and ready to fight.

"Ok, let me know as soon as you hear something," he demanded as he clicked the phone closed.

"So, you heard?" he asked Brass

"Yeah, I heard."

"So what do we do now?" he continued.

"We wait." Brass instructed, "The task force is ready to move and they will get her."

"Well," Grissom said, "I am not going to sit here and wait, I have my own way of taking care of this."

Brass raised his eyebrow, "ESP?" he asked.

"No," Grissom replied on the way out the door, "SPS."

Brass followed him, mulling over in his mind what that acronym might mean. Its Grissom, he thought to himself, who knows what he is thinking?

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"Where's Archie?" Grissom asked, bursting into the layout room.

"He's at lunch," Greg answered.

"Call him back, NOW" Grissom demanded.

"You got it boss," he said as he began to dial the AV tech.

"What's up Grissom?" Nick asked.

"Sara has disappeared." Grissom said, "No one has any other cases until she is found."

Brass stepped over close to where Grissom stood. "We'll find her Gil, she will be find, and we will find her."

"I know," Grissom answered, "I know."

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When she awoke, she found she was tied, spread-eagled, to a four post bed. She had no idea how she had gotten there.

Her head was splitting from the butt of the gun being used to knock her out. She felt faint taste of chloroform on her tongue.

Well, she thought, how am I going to get out of this?

She assessed the situation. She seemed to be alone in the room. Apparently a hotel room. She looked down and realized that she had only her underwear on. She had changed into her regular thong and VS bra. Thank God she didn't get herself stuck in this situation with her costume on.

She pulled on the knots of the rope. Her heart sank as she realized that this was not another one of her nightmares. This was real.

The knots were firm, but she felt that if she had some time, she could possibly get them untied.

She stopped cold when she heard the door begin to unlock.

"Its about time you woke up!" a familiar voice said, "Its time for us to have a little fun."

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