Prologue

Warning!- Story has lots of adult themes, and several unpleasnt situations, so please don't read if you think it will bother you...

Disclaimer- don't own nuffink. i.e. CSI it isn't mine.

Present Day

It was half two in the morning, and the rain was pelting down on Catherine Willows' umbrella. Waiting at the Crime Scene for Grissom to arrive, she sighed irritably, tapping her foot. Where the hell was he?

"Cath?"

She whirled around as she saw the so-named 'bug-man' push his way past two of the police officers br

"Why the hell have we both been called to a B&E?"

Catherine suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. Ever since CSI Sara Sidle had gone missing, Grissom had been in a foul mood.

"The cops were called by a neighbour, who heard someone breaking in...they found...him..." she pointed to a teenage boy standing by the doorstep, currently getting soaked by the rain, he was seeing if there were any valuables he could sell for drug money...good luck with that in this neighbourhood is all I can say."She looked around in disgust at the squalid houses.

"Why do we have to be here? You should have sent Greg." Grissom snapped. he had one frayed nerve left, and Catherine was wearing through it very quickly.

"well, they heard a noise in the, um, basement, and went down...they thought that they should call us...three bodies...they're in dcomp, and from what they could tell, all three are female."

"How could they hear a noise if the bodies are dead?" Grissom was nit-picking, and not focusing on the topic at hand, the topic of three murdered bodies.

"Shall we do our jobs? Or shall we ask inane questions all day?" Catherine beckoned to Nick and Greg, who were currently standing off to one side, not wanting to get involved.

"Fine, go ahead, I'm not stopping you" Grissom followed the cop who was leading the way through the house, down to the basement.

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"I hate decomps"

Greg pulled a face at the stench in the air. The three bodies that were on the ground, smelt rancid, and the cop who led them to the basement was now outside, retching for all he was worth.

"Stop making such a fuss Greggy boy" Nick smirked at him.

Grissom agreed with Nick silently. How could Greg expect to move up another CSI level if all he did was make a fuss? Sure, he knew that Greg missed Sara, which was why he was acting up so badly, but he should be bottling his emotions, not expressing them in other forms! If Grissom and Nick weren't on the floor crying, then Greg shouldn't be complaining! He and Nick had known Sara longest!

"Griss...no bugs..." Catherine looked at him. "It must be fairly secure down here, no cracks or holes anywhere."

"Any larvae or flies of any sort found on the bodies, bag them" Grissom ignored her

"Uhm...Grissom?"

Grissom ignored Greg, he wasn't in the mood for dealing with him.

"Grissom...I hear breathing.."

Grissom snapped "Funnily enough Greg, that is what we living humans must do to stay in our current state"

"No...Grissom...in the wall..."

"Boy watches to many horror movies," Grissom heard Catherine mutter

"Grissom, I'm not kidding, there's breathing...mabye its a hollow wall"

SHIT SHIT SHIT! the words fired off in Grissoms head. "has this scene been secured?" he asked Catherine, "have the cops checked to see if the perp is still here?"

Catherine bit her lip, then drew her gun from her holster. Nick and Grissom did likewise. Greg looked like he was about to wet himself.

"Is there some sort of opening, or crack in that wall? Grissom asked Nick, who had started running his hands down the side of the old-fashioned wallpaper

"Got one...its a latch"

Nick slid the latch off, however, the door stayed firmly shut.

"Count of three, nick, open it" Grissom quietly grwoled, "Damn rookie cops"

"One, Two, THREE" The CSIs pointed their guns at the previously concealed door, which now swung open with an ominous creak.

Nothing.

"It's just a cupboard." Nick said in relief, glad to not have to deal with someone who had recently murdered three people and left them to rot.

"N-n-n-ick..." Greg pointed to the far corner of the cupboard, which was now illuminated by his flash light.

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Grissom and Catherine simultaneously swore at the sight of the girl huddled in the corner, trying to somehow get away from the glare of Gregs' flash light.

Greg handed his flash light to Nick, then bounded up the stairs to phone the ambulance on his cell. Grissom started to step forward, but was stopped by Catherines' arm in font of him. "Let me?"

Grissom nodded, realising how that this girl wouldn't want a man near her in her current state. Her hair a mass of dirty tangles, white bra and underwear smeared with splotches of blood, dirt, and god knew what else. Catherine took a step into the cupboard, closer to the girl.

"I'm here to help you" she began in a calming sort of voice, trying to keep the girl calm

At the sound of a voice so close to her, the unidentified girl huddled closer into her self, and started rocking

"no, no, no, I didn't, please, I won't...don't...please...nonononononononoNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Catherine turned to look at Grissom, scared, and completely unsure of what to do. They had never had an alive victim before. But she didn't see what she was expecting to see. Grissom was staring at the girl on the floor, mouth open, eyes wide. Catherine wheeled around.

There on the floor, chained to a wall, and blind-folded, was not the skinny teenage girl she thought it had been.

It was Sara.

OOOOOOOOH! See what I mean! adult themes...so, what happened to Sara? dun dun dun