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Sara was shoved into the room, and she collapsed onto her bed, hugging herself.

"Sara? What happened?" Catherine said, hurrying to her bedside and sitting on the edge of it.

"N-nothing hap-happened Cath, I'm, I'm okay,"

"Like hell you are."

"Blunt as ever." Sara said, managing a smile.

"Dang straight I am. Now talk."

"Seriously, Cath,"

"Don't even finish that sentence. If you don't talk to me, when we get rescued you're gonna have to talk to a shrink. Your choice, me or the shrink."

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" Sara asked, eyeing her.

"Of course not."

"Especially not Grissom, Warrick, or anyone in the lab, got it?"

"Sure, sure," Catherine said, being sincere.

Sara sighed and told that when the man had gotten her into the room, he had, of course, raped her. She didn't want to go into the details. Catherine encouraged her to talk about it, that it would help. Sara glared at her and said,

"Did it help you to talk about it?"

"Actually, it did. I went to a private, uh, physiologist and it helped. A lot."

"You went to a shrink?" Sara exclaimed, and Catherine shrugged.

"Well, if Catherine Willows can go to a shrink, I guess I can tell you what happened." Sara said and continued with her story.

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When Sara had finished talking, she sat up and drew her knees to her chest, burying her face in her knees and taking deep breaths, trying not to cry. This Catherine sensed and sat next to the young woman and gently hugged her, saying,

"It is okay to cry, you know, no matter what the hell anyone says."

Sara nodded and her frame began wracking with dry sobs. The bond between Sara and Catherine turned from friends to best friends that night while Catherine comforted Sara and helped her through one of the darkest moments of her life, which lasted a week. When Sara woke up on the seventh day, she found herself clutching her tear-soaked pillow and found Catherine sleeping on the bed next to her and then it all came rushing back to her. She curled up in bed, trying with all her might to banish the images that came rushing to her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut in anguish and about 5 minutes later she opened them, all thought of what had happened gone, banished by Sara's strong mind. She sat up, stretched and yawned.

"Feeling better?" Catherine said, sitting up too.

"Yeah, tons better. Thanks for the past few nights, Cath, I really needed a friend."

"You had one, Sara, and you've still got one. And you're welcome." They smiled at each other and then the dead-bolt started to unlock. Sara and Catherine immediately laid back down, pretending to be asleep. It fooled the man that had come in, because he just put a tray down on the floor and muttered,

"Hope the mice get to it before they do," Then he left, sliding the dead bolt back into place.

As soon as it was clear, Sara and Catherine sat up and got the tray, which contained their breakfast. They began to eat; carefully tasting the food to make sure that there was nothing in it that they could detect. When they finished, they went back to sit cross-legged on the bed and just thought for a while. They did share one thought, though.

They were going to get out of there. Somehow, someway they were getting out.

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Meanwhile, during that week the lab had made absolutely no progress with anything. Since there wasn't a crime scene, there weren't much evidence to go by. They had already found the car, but that's because it had been dumped on the outskirts of town. Right then Nick and Warrick were searching for any enemies that Sara and Catherine had in common, and had come up with at 10 strong possibilities, 23 maybes and 12 possiblities, but those were ones that weren't very likely. Finally they were able to narrow the list down to about 24 men and women who hated Sara and Catherine. Nick and Grissom went with 12 of them, and Warrick and Greg went with the other 12 to interrogate them.

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At the end of the week, they had eliminated most of them, but they each had two men that were strong possiblities, and that was because they couldn't find them. Grissom gave the list to Brass who had some of his men go and try to track them down. They managed to find two of them, both of whom were doing something illegal but they hadn't kidnapped Sara and Catherine. The other two were still missing, and the lab was almost certain that they were the ones who had kidnapped Sara and Catherine.

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During that week Warrick kept getting angrier and angrier, and Grissom just kept getting quieter and quieter, both of them showing their extreme concern and worry in different ways. Warrick went to the gym every day after work and beat up some punching bags and then went to work to try and work some more. He occaisionally drank beer to try and numb the pain, but that just wasn't working for him. Warrick would lay awake at night, missing Catherine and staring at her picture. He loved her, and he wanted her back. The pain from losing Catherine was almost more than he could bear, but the thought of finding her was the only thing that kept him going, the only thing that kept him sane.

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During that week Grissom just went home for a few hours every day to shower and nibble on some food, his appetite almost gone completely. He kept glancing around his townhouse, thinking of all the changes Sara had made to his townhouse, and he could smell her perfume everywhere. And it was putting a sharp pain in his heart to think of losing his Sara. His beautiful Sara. He needed her back, he needed her period. Every night he laid on his bed, not sleeping and staring at a picture he had taken of Sara with Hank. Hank would lay by his master at night and be sad with him. They both loved Sara, and missed her terribly. Her picture was the only thing keeping Grissom going that week.

They both needed their women back. Badly.

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