Title: Shattered

Author: innocent choir girl shannyfish (From Out of the Lab)

Summary: Someone is out to get Las Vegas' CSIs and Sara Sidle is their first victim. What happens when there are no leads to a suspect? Takes place during Season Seven.

Category: Ship Ahoy! Gil/Sara

Genres: Angst, Character Study, Drama, Established Relationship, Friendship, Hurt Comfort, Suspense

Characters: Jim Brass, Gil Grissom, Catherine Willows, Warrick Brown, Sara Sidle, Nick Stokes, Greg Sanders

Warnings: Adult themes

Rating: R

Chapter: 1 "Stolen"

Author's Notes: this idea has been bouncing around in my head, so I finally decided to put it down… At least appease the devious part of my brain ;)

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The dark cloud covered sky didn't budge to let any light spill through them. The high trees above her protected eerie shadows, Sara noted that the neighborhood much have been putting out a lot of water to keep those trees alive in the desert. Holding her flashlight as she walked along, she carefully inspected the exterior of the house looking for any clues to the homicide inside. Catherine was inside bagging evidence and dusting for prints. They had a good idea that the suspect had fled through the back door, so Sara hoped to find something to help lead them to him or her. She panned back and forth with her flashlight and bent down when she saw a fragment of glass that could have been from the broken vase inside.

Pulling a pair of tweezers and a small evidence bag from her vest, she prepared to pick it up, but before she could there was a rustle in the brush behind her. Before she could turn to see what or who it was, an arm snaked around her neck cutting off her oxygen supply. She struggled; her tweezers and bag fell to the ground next to the shard of glass. Reaching up, she grabbed her attacker's clothed arm and tried to dislodge it from its current position. Her lungs protested and started to burn from lack of oxygen. Sara's eyes started to slowly close. She tried to mouth words, what words she wasn't even sure. Slowly, the edges of her vision pooled black and her arms fell limp to her sides. Within seconds her eyes were closed and her whole body was limp. Only then was the hold released, her body automatically pulled oxygen into her lungs, but consciousness was not regained.

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Dirty walls were what were waiting for Sara when she finally opened her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye she could see a gauge in the wall. She was lying on her side, handcuffed to a railing that was imbedded into the wall. She hurt though, she could fell that, her whole right side which she was lying on was hurting and she wondered if it was bruised. Maybe whoever had nabbed her had dropped her out of whatever vehicle they transported her in. Letting out a whimper, she tried to move her legs, but they were tied at her ankles and knees. She couldn't even bend them. Trying to roll onto her back so that she could sit up was out of the question because it just tugged on the cuffs and made the metal dig into her skin. Letting out a soft cry, she stayed how she was.

Not that there was much that she could see, but Sara was still thankful that she had pulled her long dark hair back into a ponytail. If it was in her face, she most likely wouldn't have been able to see anything. Sara laid there wondering if her disappearance had even been registered yet. Had Catherine even noticed that she was gone? How much time had passed? Was it an hour? Or was it morning already? She couldn't tell. The room was simply lit was a faulty light bulb that flickered. There were no windows; at least none that she could see…she had seen what she could only guess was a door behind her. Her cell phone started to go off and Sara started to struggle to get to it. She twisted trying to get to her phone in her pocket. She let out a cry as she felt the metal dig into her wrists, but possibly telling someone where she was, was worth the pain.

Her fingers slipped and the phone ended up on the floor. Looking down on the lit screen she saw her caller ID. 'The Lab' was on it. Did that mean that they knew she was gone? Or was Grissom just calling her from the lab to check on her? Reaching, she whimpered a bit as her fingers could only touch the edge of the phone. Grasping was out of the question, let alone answering the call. When the phone stopped ringing, Sara let out a frustrated cry and just stared at it. Within seconds, it started to ring again. Thrashing around again, Sara tried to get to it, but was hindered when a piece of black fabric covered her eyes. She hadn't heard anyone, but she had been distracted… She could hear the phone being retrieved and whimpered. Had he even told them she was missing? Had he left any clues? She knew he was a man now…she could smell the cologne he wore…definitely male.

"Sara Sidle…I didn't expect you to try anything so stupid…"

Listening intently, she hoped to pick up some clue to who he was. She hadn't seen his face yet, not even a glimpse. His voice was deep and even. No sign of an accent, but he didn't sound happy… Deciding maybe she could get more information, she decided to ask the obvious question, "What do you want with me?"

"I've been watching you…"

She thought about the guy who had stalked Nick a couple years back and then how he'd tried to kill him. What if this guy was like that? "I don't leave that exciting of a life," she replied and wondered why anyone would want to watch her anyways. All she did was work.

"You are in a relationship with Doctor Gilbert Grissom."

Sara frowned; no one was supposed to know about that. It was their secret. But she noted how it was phased as a statement and not a question. Had she really been under his surveillance? She still didn't understand why. "That's none of your business," she snapped. Suddenly, she was pulled back roughly by her ponytail; she let out a soft cry from shock and pain.

"You need to learn manners."

"What do you want with me?" she asked again through gritted teeth. She felt something poke her vest, just the pressure of it. Fear crept into her stomach and settled there.

"I don't understand how he could even find you attractive."

Sara wasn't sure how to respond to that. She knew that she wasn't beautiful…she never really cared much about her looks until recently. She had let her hair grow longer and had taken more attention to make-up and she supposed even acting a bit softer. Being with Grissom had changed her, maybe it was being accepted and loved…she wasn't entirely sure. But she remained quiet telling herself that it didn't matter what this psycho said, it only mattered what Grissom thought. He loved her after all.

"I suppose at least you're in shape…though you hardly have any boobs. Usually mean who like ugly women choose ones with at least a body with good curves."

This was getting old, if he was going to kill her; she wished he'd get it over with. She thought she was fine. She had seen all kinds of women come through the morgue and all he work they had had done…but Sara never thought any of them were any happier with the alterations they had made. Their lives seemed miserable. She thought it was just better to try and be happy with yourself…and she was working on that… She'd progressed socially, or at least she thought so. She hadn't fought with Catherine or Ecklie for some time…and she wasn't spending all of her time at the lab…

She heard the cuffs being undone and thought it was her chance to try to get away, but her wrists were re-cuffed quickly. Now she was off the rail. She was yanked around and up to a sitting position by the chain of the handcuffs. The metal dug into her wrists even more. She could feel that her tender flesh had been torn and was not doubtingly bleeding. Yanking her by her vest, Sara let out a gasp not expecting to being flung around like she was. Her zipper on her vest being pulled down was a bit alarming and she brought her arms up to stop him from pulling it down anymore.

"You better move your arms unless you want to get cut, Bitch!"

The spatter of his spit hit her face and she cringed and turned her face away and slowly lowered her arms. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but she wasn't comfortable with it. When the vest was opened, she felt something against her shoulder and then realized it was the knife. "What are you doing?" she asked quickly, fear in her voice.

"Shut up!"

The hand that fell across her face got her to quiet quickly and Sara was sure it was bruise as she could taste blood on her lips. But instead of him stabbing her with the knife, she heard it piercing the fabric of her vest. After he separated the right shoulder of her vest he went on to the left and the vest quickly was pulled away from her body leaving her feeling less covered and vulnerable. She heard the knife being set down and then felt his hands on her boots and removing them. The rustle of plastic caught her attention and she realized he was putting everything he was taking off of her into a bag. Was he just trying to keep it all together or did he have plans for it? She wasn't sure, but she wanted to know. But Sara wasn't about to have the knife plunged into her when she wasn't even sure what his intentions were.

Pulling a sharp breath, Sara told herself to stay calm as the hands went to her waist and to her jeans. She felt as he pulled them from her body to unbutton them and then the sound of the zipper being pulled down. Her stomach started to back up and she could fill the bile flow upward as she thought of what he could have planned for her. She bit her lip and tried to keep her stomach at bay as she felt him tugging down her jeans and when he pushed her backwards and she landed hard on her back she thought he was going to rape her…and when she felt her ankle bonds being cut, she thought she had to act before he could do anything to her…

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TBC…