Author's note: I don't own CSI but I do love to play with them! It's the sincerest form of flattery!

I hope you enjoy this chapter. It was a challenge to write but I think it came out well!

Enjoy!

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You are the Woman that I've Always Dreamed Of…

CHAPTER 17:

As the police began racing towards the foothills and the house on El Camino Real, Sara began trying to think how she was going to get out of this situation.

Spencer, not much taller than Sara, but outweighing her by about forty pounds, maintained his proximity to her.

"Don't you remember me Ms Sidle?" he asked, very sarcastically.

"Yes of course, you are Spencer, from the convenience store hold up," she said, trying to sound unafraid. "I thought you were in jail, Spencer."

"You just ain't that damn smart after all then are you?" he replied, laughing under his breath.

Sara took a look around and assessed whether she could get to the gun in the bedroom. She guessed no. Her foot was still not up to par and if she had to race him by foot, Spencer would definitely win.

Her phone began to ring. He grabbed the phone from her and threw it against the fireplace where it shattered.

"You won't distract me this time, bitch!" he yelled at her as he pushed her down onto the sofa.

"So, now what do you think is fair?" he continued, "You hit me in the face with hot sauce, and then shot me in the shoulder. What could I possibly do to even the score bitch?"

Sara was starting to worry. Surely the police would have had a check-in time and if her one uniformed officer hadn't checked in, there would be police on the way. She just had to keep him from committing his revenge before they arrived!

Spencer didn't know anything about Sara, how she grew up in foster homes and was used to having to fight for her rights.

Of all the thoughts that were going through her mind, Sara could think only of Grissom. She had finally gotten what she had wanted for so many years. Surely she would not loose him now! Life could just not be that unfair. After all she had been through, having finally found some happiness, it was just wrong.

And she was not going to loose this without a fight.

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As the multiple police units rolled towards El Camino Real, Grissom flew in and out of traffic, lights and sirens blaring. His heart is breaking at the thought of Sara being alone with this man.

I can't loose her now!

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Sitting in the living room, Spencer heard the sound of sirens in the distance.

"How the hell do they know I'm here?" he asked. "I guess I'm going to have to get rid of you now!"

They were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Rick, Spencer's partner, tentatively stepped into the room. "Did you kill that cop? You promised no one dies, Spencer!" he yelled. He clearly had heard Spencer's latest threat. "You promised."

"Well then I lied!" Spencer replied. He stood up to face Rick.

In that moment, Sara took her opportunity to run for the panic room. The last time she had been in the room, they had not closed the door, deciding to let it air out a bit since it had been closed up for so long. Thank God!

As she fled, Spencer McAllister spun and pointed his gun at her. As he aimed to fire, Rick knocked his arm, causing the bullet to hit the bulletproof glass, ricochet and hit Rick in the chest. Rick fell to the ground, screaming out in pain.

Spencer's gun fell from his hands and landed under the sofa. Instead of trying to retrieve it, Spencer yelled and took chase, trying to bring Sara to the ground.

Just as she got to the top of the flight of stairs down into the panic room, he grabbed her. She spun around on her left foot, ignoring the intense pain in her right foot, and punched him as hard as she could in the stomach.

As he bent over, he tried to bring Sara down with him, but instead she lost her footing, and fell backwards down the steps in to the panic room. As Spencer was beginning to recover from the punch to the stomach, he tried to get his balance to leap down the staircase, but was unable to recover before Sara was able to push the button and put a solid metal door between herself and McAllister before she passed out from the pain in her foot and in her back and head from falling down the steps.

"BITCH" he screamed.

A few moments later, Sara came to. She was still in pain, clearly her leg was broken, perhaps a rib or two also, but she knew she had to get to the phone. She pulled herself along with her arms, slowly making it to the cabinet where the phone was located. She dialed Grissom's number.

Grissom was stunned to see "Jacob Royal" come up on the caller-id.

"Sara?" he shouted into the phone.

"He's here!" she replied.

"I know, we are at the gate, we'll be there in a moment. Where are you?" he demanded.

"In the panic room!" she replied. "But Griss, I can't move too far, I think my leg is broken."

"Stay put and don't come out until I come and get you! And don't forget, you can use the cameras to be sure its me!" and then, out of nowhere, "Sara, I love you."

"Gil I love you too!" she replied, choking back the tears, "Be careful!"

Brass beat him to Jacob's house by only moments. The police roared through the gate and took up positions around the home. Grissom ran up behind Jim and told him that he had spoken to Sara and that she was locked in the panic room.

"Good news" Jim told him. "But it looks like there is a second person in the house." Jim had brought the cameras from inside the house up on the laptop in the front of the police cruiser. "Second person appears to be injured." They watched for a second and then saw Spencer pacing back and forth in front of the panic room entrance.

They also noticed the body of the cop on the front porch.

Jim grabbed his radio, "10-71 Officer down, send ambulance NOW!" he demanded. He spun around and looked at the officer behind him, "Mitch, gather 3 others and go see if you can find Jenkins on the other side of the house!"

Mitch knew not to argue with Jim Brass, but he also knew he wanted to help get Sara out of the house. "Let's go," Mitch yelled at the two cops behind him. He was going to follow orders, but then get back to the rescue as soon as possible. He had been in support of the CSI's for years, they were like family to him, and he was not going to let anyone hurt Sidle.

The familiar voice of Erica Lundy came up from behind them.

"So gentleman, do we need to rescue Ms Sidle again?" she asked.

"Yes, it seems like we do!" Jim replied. "Spencer McAllister reared his ugly head again."

Jim showed Erica the inside views from the camera, and Erica pulled out Spencer's file. Clearly, the man on the floor was Rick Casa.

"That appears to be Spencer's S.O. Rick on the floor and he's barely moving!" she stated. "We may have found our advantage!"

Jim retrieved the bullhorn from the back of the nearest cruiser. He handed it to Erica and got into the nearby cruiser, pulling it closer to the front door. Erica, Jim, Griss all gathered behind the door and Erica turned on the bullhorn.

"Spencer, LVPD, are you ready to come out?" she yelled.

"Go to hell!" was all they heard in response.

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Sorry for the cliff-hanger. :o)

More tomorrow!