Arriving at the hotel only minutes before, Grissom had gotten to his room and was sitting on the bed of the hotel room. He had his head in his hands, thinking about the events that had just happened in the course of a little over a day. And about how Sara--, his Sara, was missing. Missing. How could this happen... again, he thought. Everything was supposed to be fine after Natalie was put away. They were happy. They were going to get married. Married. He sadly smiled to himself. He actually hadn't planned on proposing that day. Sure he had thought of it, but when he saw her, and how beautiful she looked even in the silliest bee outfit even, he knew he needed her in his life. And he didn't want to wait one more moment. When she said yes, he couldn't stop smiling.

Then she left. He blamed himself mostly for her leaving. If only he wasn't so thick-headed and had paid more attention to her. The team had tried to ask about what happened. All he would say was that she was visiting her mother. A sort of "break", he told them. People wouldn't bring her up that much anymore anyway. He would always brush it off or change the subject and the team just learned to accept his silence of the matter.

The team.

He needed to call back to Vegas to check up on things. He almost forgot that he didn't have his cell phone with him. Catherine would be worried sick if he didn't call, he thought. And maybe they had more information back there than he did in his current situation. Picking up the phone of the small room, he dialed Catherine's number. He didn't even have to wait for the first ring to end when he quickly heard, "It's about time you called."

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"It's about time you called." Catherine said as she sighed into the phone.

"Hey Catherine." Grissom said tiredly. There was a slight pause into the phone until Catherine asked the question that had been hanging in the air.

"Have they found her, yet?" she asked softly. Grissom inhaled deeply,

"No." he simply said. "What did Archie find?" Grissom asked, now in full investigator mode. He waited as he heard a shuffling of papers on the other end. Catherine cleared her voice and gave him the information she knew.
"I talked to Archie, off the record," she emphasized, "and he was able to clear up the tape enough to understand it clearly. A copy of the message has already been sent to the lab in San Francisco." Taking everything Catherine had just told him in, he hesitated before asking his next question.

"What did the message say?"

There was now another pause, longer than the previous one.

"Look, Grissom..."

"Catherine," he said sternly, cutting her off. His patience was wearing thin. He took a moment to compose himself before speaking softer into the phone, "just tell me what she said." Grissom heard a few more papers shuffle around before she began reciting it.

" 'Gil. Gil, help. Help. Well. Hurt,' " Catherine paused for a few seconds before she resumed reciting the message, " 'Please, help. Gil. I need you,' " Grissom was on the verge of tears as he imagined Sara somewhere, cold, scared, alone, " 'I love you.' That's where the line goes dead." Catherine finished, speaking at almost a whisper. She cleared her throat and began speaking again. "Archie also said that there was heavy rain in the background. He also said that it sounded outdoors, so I hope that helps..." she said, trailing off. Grissom now had tears clouding his exhausted eyes. His heart was being torn in two. Blinking back the tears, he knew he couldn't lose himself over the phone. "Gil..." Catherine whispered to him.

"Yeah, thank you, Cath," he said, finally finding his voice, "so much."

"Don't worry, you'll find her." Catherine spoke, "and we're all here for you."

"Yeah," he said, as if he were trying to convince himself of that, "thanks again, Catherine."

"Bring home our girl." Catherine said, as the call was ended. Grissom then hung up the phone and layed down to sleep, Only for a couple of hours, he told himself as he quickly dozed off; not even bothering to take off his shoes.

Sara then slowly emerged from her spot in the corner of the room where she had been settled, listening in on Grissom's coversation. A serious look spread was across Sara's face as she wondered how far the people working on her case had got. Hopefully they were close; if not, she would most likely die, and soon. That then led her mind to Jason, and Emma; the poor girl. Deciding to take the time she would have before he would wake to her advantage, she walked over to the bed where Grissom appeared to be out like a light. Leaning over, she ran her hand through his hair and placed a soft kiss on his forehead and on the top of his head. Whispering into his hair she gave him a simple promise, "I'll be back before you know it." Kissing his forehead again, she walked towards the door and found her way out and heading towards her next destination.