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

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

CHAPTER 18

Inside the house, Brass and Griss could see that Rick was laying on the floor, writhing in pain. Spencer had picked up the gun from where it had fallen under the sofa and was now trying to figure out how to get into the metal doorway.

Griss picked up the cell phone and called Sara in the panic room.

"Sara, just hold tight," he said, "Honey I know you are hurting, but we can't take any chances right now."

"Grissom, I'm scared!" she replied, "he really wants to kill me!"

"We'll have you out very soon, just stay put!" he tried to comfort her, "I will call you back in a few minutes when we have our plan together."

Jim had walked over to where Erica was standing. She was formulating a plan.

"I'm going to try and get him out with Rick's well-being in mind. Let's see if he buys that."

She pulled the bullhorn up to her mouth and began to speak. "Spencer, we know that Rick is badly injured, come on out and let us get paramedics in there to help him!"

"Fuck off bitch!" he replied, screaming through a crack in the door, "He crossed me, so he's as good as dead anyhow!" Silence followed.

"I know you love him, Spencer, let us help him!" she said.

"I can fucking stay here all week if I have to. That little bitch will have to come out soon enough." He screamed, "and I'll be here waiting!"

"Spencer," Erica called out, "You know you can't wait her out. Please, come on out and let's get Rick to the hospital."

"Oh, that's where you are wrong," he responded, "I WILL wait as long as I have to. And guess what else? I figured out that the windows are not going to be shot out by your police bullets, so you can't even get to me! HA! I'm going to win this one and you guys will have to pick her body up in pieces when I'm done with her!"

Erica looked at Jim, who looked at Grissom. Clearly, Grissom and Jim were both fuming mad, but for some reason unknown to Erica, neither seemed to be overly concerned by the revelation that Spencer knew that they couldn't penetrate the glass or that he was willing to wait them out.

Grissom picked up the phone, dialing Jacob's number again. "Sara, we are going to have to go to plan B here and I need your help darling."

"OK Gil," she replied, "I'm willing to do whatever you say!"

"There's a secret to the house that you don't know and we are going to tell you how to use it," he explained. "Can you possibly get to the cabinet where the gas mask is stored?"

"I'll try." She responded. Sara pulled herself along the floor, hurting with each movement of her body. Her right leg was a mess. Clearly broken in at least two places, she felt like her skin was being ripped off of her bones.

"Ok, I'm there," she finally confirmed.

"Now take out the gas mask and put it on," he instructed.

Erica looked at Jim Brass who simply nodded to her, indicating that his friend knew exactly what he was doing.

"Now darling, I want you to make sure that once we get off the phone, you do not open that door until you can see me at the door through the cameras. Understood?"

"Yes." She replied.

"Now dear, if you open the panel underneath the sliding door, use the code, you know what the code is right?" he asked.

"Yes," she almost laughed, "you were right, Gil, I can't forget that number!"

"OK now, when I tell you to, I want you to push the red button on the top of the panel," he instructed her.

Brass looked at him, very seriously, and said "Do you think it will still work?"

"God I hope so," Grissom replied, "I can't loose her."

"Finally!" Jim replied, turning to Erica and explaining, "Erica, there is a tear gas release mechanism in the house. She can arm it and set it off from the panic room. Can you confirm that everyone else is clear of the house?"

"All Clear?" she yelled into the bullhorn, indicating that any officers nearby should clear the area immediately.

Grissom returned to the phone, "Sara, push the red button."

She took a deep breath, pulled the mask down over her face and pushed the button.

Nothing happened.

Grissom's heart stopped beating. How could this happen? Everything else in the house worked.

Except the Jacuzzi.

"Jim, the Jacuzzi – the wiring must be crossed!" he yelled as he ran towards the deck where the Jacuzzi had begun happily bubbling away.

The reached the porch in two seconds, and dove under the housing for the motor, Grissom taking the lead, moving the wires until he had made the connection for the Jacuzzi to stop bubbling.

"Sara, push it again!" he yelled as he and Jim Brass ran for the cover of the trees that stood 100 feet from the house.

This time, it worked. From the camera view in the cop car, Erica watched as tear gas began to seep out of the hidden ducts in the house. Spencer stood there, confused. He looked at the body lying on the floor. Rick had stopped moving and Spencer could not see his chest to determine if he was breathing or not. He one more look at the metal door of the panic room, pointed the gun and fired, only to have the two shots come back to him, one hitting him in the chest and one in the throat.

It was over.

"Wait for the room to clear," yelled Erica, "The room is full of teargas right now!" she instructed the officers.

But that was not heard by Jim and Gil as they had already run to the front door, stepping over the officer's body and moving directly to the panic room.

Sara could see them on the video monitor. She pushed the button to allow them in, and she was picked up and rushed out of the house to the awaiting ambulance by Jim and Gil.

Everything else was a blur. But she knew that she was in the best hands possible - her lover and her friend.

And she knew in her heart that, for the first time in a long time, she was going to be ok.

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Ok Now to wrap things up! Its time for some good old GSR. Agreed?