Chapter 1

Sara woke up in her apartment ready to go to work. It was different for her to get up than other CSIs at the crime lab. Along with the rest of her team, they worked at night. Their whole schedule was changed. They all slept during the day and were awake at night. This did a lot of damage on their social lives.

Sara picked out her clothes with little effort and brought them into the bathroom and took a shower. She got dressed and went to the kitchen for breakfast. She put two pieces of bread in the toaster and took out a small jar of strawberry jam out of the fridge. She sat down at her small kitchen table and ate her toast in silence.

After she was finished every bite, she got up and put her dishes in the sink. Suddenly there was a quiet squeak come from behind her. She turned around and saw nothing. "It must just be my imagination," she thought.

She went to get her badge and her gun that she laid on the table beside her couch before she went to bed. She walked up and only saw her badge and holster. "Where's my gun?" she thought. She was looking around frantically all around the coffee table. She knelt down on the floor to look underneath. She had her head ducked down, "Nothing!" she said. She started to get up when she felt something on the back of her head. Her gun. She heard the sound of it being cocked and she froze.

"Looking for this?" came a cold voice from behind her. It was a man's voice; but no one she recognized.

She closed her eyes and said quietly, "What do you want from me?" she waited for a response; still frozen to the spot.

"Get up and shut up!" the voice demanded.

Sara didn't move but asked, "What do you want from me?"

"I told you to get up!" Now pushing the gun harder to her skull, "I also told you to shut up. I will tell you what to do and you do it! Simple as that."

Sara now stood up hearing the anger in his voice. She stood there not knowing what to do next. She wanted to turn around and punch the guy, but she wasn't in the best position to do anything. Right now, all she could do was what he told her to until she had a better chance to get away.

"Now, I want you to get a piece of paper and write a note for me." the man demanded.

Sara left to go get paper and a pen; trying to think of what to do. "What do you want me to write?" she asked the man when she returned seeing the man still holding her gun at her face.

The man thought for a moment. "I want you to write 'Dear Gil, I quit. I can't take this job anymore. I am leaving Las Vegas. Goodbye. From Sara' then sign it." he dictated watching to make sure she wrote it all down word for word.

Sara finished signing her name and looked up at the intruder, "Now what?" she said slyly as if she was completely incompetent.

"Don't get smart with me!" he said angrily as he backhanded her across her face. She made a grunting noise and held her hand to her cheek which was still stinging.

The man let out a small laugh at her reaction then went suddenly serious when he said, "Now put the note on the table and walk."

She did as she was told and started walking towards the door. The man walked behind her with the gun still pointed at her head. She opened her front door and walked out into the hall. Once the man walked out of the room he said, "Close the door. I don't want my prints on it."

Sara turned and closed the door. She looked down the hall both ways and saw no one. It was later at night and everyone was either in their apartment sleeping because they worked in the morning, or they were out at a night club partying.

As they were walking down the hall, Sara in front to open any doors and the intruder behind her holding a gun to her head, the intruder said, "If you keep up and do as you are told, I won't have to hurt you."

He was just finishing his sentence when Sara stopped quickly and elbowed him in the stomach and ran. This tactic only stunned the man for a second and then he turned and started chasing her.

She ran out of the building and bolted down the street. He started yelling after her, "Stop or I will shoot!"

Sara started thinking of what to do. She needed to call for help but she didn't have her cell. It was only a couple more blocks to somewhere she could go for assistance. She ran about a block when a black car bolted in front of her. It almost hit her and made her stumble and stop running. The drivers door opened and a muscular man jumped out. He ran towards Sara and pushed her down to the ground and grabbed her arms. He held her down until she couldn't move at all. The intruder finally caught up. He held a gun towards Sara, "bad move."

Sara got pulled to her feet by one man and the intruder started pushing her into the car, "Get in!"

As they got in the car, the driver said to the other man, "You know, you need to keep a shorter leash on your girls," looking over at Sara who still looked very strong-willed, "you just need to show them who's boss." Sara looked up at him and snarled. "Ooh man, you got feisty one. Nice pick. Here's something that might help." He said passing the other man a roll of duct tape. After a quick thanks was said, he drove away.

The man pulled Sara's arms behind her back and started wrapping them together in duct tape. After the man finished he said, "Don't worry. I'm not gonna do anything bad. You just need to stop fighting me."

"People will be looking for me. They won't believe the note you made me write," Sara said while trying to get out of the duct tape.

"It won't matter. We're going to be long out of Nevada before they start looking," the man said with a little chuckle. Sara turned towards him and spat at him. I was her only defence at the moment.

"That wasn't nice," he said before he put his hand up and backhanded her again. "I know how to fix this." He took another piece of duct tape out and put it over her mouth. "There. Peace and quiet." Sara just sat back in the seat wondering what was going to happen to her and where they were going.