A/N: Yeah, I know. i was on hiatus from CSI for awhile. And yes, I'm aware that this chapter is far shorter than my other two. Oh well. I'm just getting back into the Sandle mood. Give me some slack. This story is not abandoned, I will finish it. Eventually. Read and please review? Next chapter will be up soon. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of the characters.

'Would you please take off your lab coat, kiss me as we roll through every chemical? Would you please put on your dance shoes? 'Cause I'm sick of dancing alone…'

There were those words again, the same ones she had heard only minutes after entering the hidden passageway. Why did mysterious words keep floating towards her on the wind? Wind that shouldn't even be there since she was, after all, inside…

The harder she tried, it seemed the further away she got from figuring out what they meant. Would she please take off her lab coat? She had to put it on before she went any farther than the entrance, why would something, or someone, be asking her to take it off? Sara figured that the only time she would be able to discard the article of clothing was when she got to the end of this labyrinth or back to the start of it, whichever came to her first.

Also, what did the ghastly voice mean, asking her to kiss it as they rolled through chemicals? Being a CSI, Sara knew the hazards of chemicals from working with basic ones everyday but also by seeing the lab techs work with many of the more complex ones; one thing she learned early on was that rolling through them was not a smart idea. On the other hand, neither was kissing a bodiless voice that made the request of her twice now, even if she did think she had heard it before; the familiarity of it giving her a certain comfort.

Dance shoes? She was wandering around some godforsaken tunnel and she was being asked if she would put on her dance shoes to become a dance partner for the aforementioned voice! Even though the chemical statement was whack, she decided that this one had to be the weirdest.

She was in a hidden corridor behind the DNA lab which had minimal room for moving, let alone dancing, what with the walls being only a little more than a couple meters apart, even if the rooms got bigger and bigger as she continued on her journey through the darkness. As well, in her case at least, high heels being the favored dance shoe for most women, a pair of strappy sling backs wouldn't be the best thing to tromp around with on cobblestone floors.

Prying herself away from her thoughts, she swiveled her eyes from side to side, taking in her new surroundings for the first time.

She was standing in yet another circular room, the same sconces as before lining the wall. The shadow she thought she saw glimmer in the candlelight was indeed a staircase, wrought iron and delicate in design, beginning in the centre of the room and spiraling upwards, what Sara wagered was about two hundred meters, give or take. She may not be a genius like Grissom, but majoring in physics in University sure did help, what with all of the math courses required.

Sucking in a deep breath, she cautiously stepped onto the first stair, imagining that something terrifying or treacherous would happen. Upon realizing that it was just an ordinary staircase, she continued her ascent to the top, wishing for this all to be over soon.

Step by step she made her way up the stairs.