Chapter 2: When I'm Gone

Johnny looked around the room thinking of an answer to give Sarah. She stood patiently.

"Hey, I'm getting paid. I really could care less what he does to that kid," he finally answered.

"Do you have kids?"

"Maybe...what's it got to do-"

"How old are they?"

"My little girl's eight and my boy's thirteen...what's it matter-"

"Now, how would you feel if someone was molesting your children?"

"Well, no one is, so there's nothing really to worry about."

"If that man who's with Greg right now was near your kids, he's most likely do something along the lines of molesting them..."

"According to Scott, no one but your little friend is getting hurt."

"Is he really going to kill him?"

"I'm not sure."

"I have an idea. Even though you get paid all this money, you're gonna get caught before you get the chance to spend it. So, what if, you make it so Greg doesn't die. I'm in law enforcement, so I can get you a deal. It'll lessen your time in jail. And you wouldn't be convicted of murder. Wouldn't that be better? What do you want your kids to remember about you?"

Johnny looked around.

"Alright...what do I do?"

"Right now, I need a phone. I'm not calling the cops...just my boss."

"I don't care who you're calling. I just wanna get outa this situation."

He greatfully handed her his phone. She dialed Grissom's number and pressed called.

"Grissom," he answered.

"Hey, it's Sara. We're in a bit of a...um...situation. I need you're help."

"Who are you with? What do you need?"

"I'm with Greg. I don't want to-much less have the time to explain. I just need some help."

"Okay, wait-where's Greg?"

She looked around.

"He's in...another room..."

"What do you mean?"

"Will you just shut up and listen to me?"

"Sure."

So she explained where they were and quickly made an escape plan. Grissom promised to be there with uniforms as soon as possible. She thanked him and hung up the phone.

"Are they coming?" asked Johnny.

"Yeah, all you need to do is keep your mouth shut."

Scott stepped forward from the open door.

"Too late" he said with an evil grin.

Sara looked up at Scott. Greg was standing beside him.

"Shit," Greg whispered.

Scott reached into his waistband. He hastely whipped out a gun. Sara closed her eyes as three shots were fired. When she re-opened her eyes, Johnny was dead on the floor. She looked back up at Greg who remained emotionless. She didn't care that it probably wasn't a good idea to see if he was totally dead. She squated down and checked for a pulse. Nothing.

"He's dead," said Greg.

He once again looked pale in the face. She hadn't noticed before, but his eyes and the area around them looked offishly pink. From crying or something along the lines of crying. She bit her lip. Why did this have to happen to them? Tonight? What had she done so terribly wrong? Scott stepped forward.

"I have something to do, but Jason here will be watching you two."

Sara hadn't even noticed the other man was still in there. He seemed almost invisible.

Scott ruthlessly pushed Greg all the way into the room and slammed the door. He collapsed to the floor. A click of a lock could be heard from the opposite side of the room. Then there was nothing, but footsteps leading away from the door.

Sara rushed over to Greg. Jason was on the opposite side of the room.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" she asked as she put her hand on his shoulder.

He nodded unconvincingly. "Let me see your stomach."

He shook his head.

"It's fine."

"You got whacked in the stomach with the claw of a hammar. I know you're not okay."

"I really am fi-"

"Stop being so damn stuborn and let me see your stomach."

Hesitantly, he layed down on his back, making his wound clearly visible. Now that he was laying down she could see he had more scratches. She knew more bruising would develop on various parts of his body, too. She took off his hoodie that she was wearing and started pressing it against the hammar wound.

"Ouch," he murmered.

She payed no attention. She suddenly seemed to become alive again. She scooted back.

"I can't stand you."

Greg raised an eyebrow. "You went through this so I didn't get hurt. You're an idiot."

"Wha-sorry if I care about you!"

"Sorry, it's just you let him...you let him...do...that...just for me?"

"I'll do anything for you Sara. I love you. I really do. I'm not gonna let you get hurt. I promise."

"I love you, too, but...you do so much. Even when we're in bad situations. You're always there to help me out. To do anything."

"You know, I feel kinda funny with you bending over me like this. Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

She smiled. He sat up the best he could. He leaned in towards her. She got the hint and leaned in towards him. He planted a tender kiss on her lips. She delightfully accepted it.

Greg couldn't control the feeling he had. Why hadn't he tried harder to get her before? But he knew this would all be over soon. Soon Scott would be back and he, himself, would be laying dead on the autopsy table. He didn't want to die. He wanted to spend many more years with Sara. Not just the next couple of hours or minutes.

Both looked up as the door opened again. Scott came in with a chair and sat down as the door closed behind him.

"So here's the deal, kids. I'm guessing the cops'll be here any minute now.So I've made my decision. We're leaving this place. But you gotta cooperate, ya hear?"

Greg nodded. Jason held his hand out to help Greg up as Scott did Sara. She pulled her hand away. Scott grabbed her wrist, but she did all she could to pull away.

"I'm not going anywhere!" she screamed.

"Fine," said Scott with a smirk.

He reached down to his waistband again.

"No!" yelled Greg. He tried to pull free from Jason's grip around his arms. All she could do was get shot. For once, Greg's eyes stayed wide open as the bullet penetrated her stomach. He did all he could to get free. To help her. To do something. But all he could do was watch as she died.

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A/N: Well, there ya go! I guess you'll have to review to find out what happens next!