A/N: Well everyone, this is the last chapter, and I hope you have all liked it. Please, please, please tell me what you think of it. Enjoy!!!

Standing in the layout room, evidence from both cases spread out in front of them, Sara and Catherine attempted to find the connection between the two cases, other than the attacker.

            "Where was Tina the night of the attack?" Catherine asked the brunette, knowing that Sara had taken the young woman's statement.

"She said she was at a friend's house, and they were doing a little drinking, and the next thing she remembers is she was back at home." Sara sighed, "We may have to go back to her, for more specific information."

"That sounds like a good idea. Why don't you go talk to her some more, and I'll stick around here looking over this stuff." At Sara's questioning glance, she explained, "First, you probably know the Shannon evidence inside and out, so fresh eyes will be better. And second, Tina already trusts you. We don't need to be throwing too many people at her asking for more information than she can give."

Sara thought about it all for a second, and nodded. "Okay, I'll head over to her home." She started to walk out of the room, but turned back to Catherine, "Hey Cath?" Once the blonde had looked back up to her from the evidence, Sara smiled, "Thanks for helping me out on this one."

Catherine smiled right back. "No problem, I know how much this case means to you."

Sara's smile faltered a little before she turned back to the door. "See you in a little bit." She walked out into the hallway, thinking to herself, Catherine has no idea how much this case means to me.

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Sara stood outside the small house that Tina Maxwell called home. The door opened, revealing a short, blonde college student. "How can I help you?"

"My name is Sara Sidle, I'm with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I'm looking for Tina Maxwell. Is she here?"

"Oh yeah, she is. Come on in." She opened the door to let Sara in and called up the stairs for Tina. Turning back to Sara, she said, "Why don't you take a seat? Tina will be right down." The blonde walked into the kitchen, where Sara had noticed she had textbooks spread across the small table.

A few minutes later, Tina walked slowly down the stairs, and Sara stood up to greet her, holding out her hand. "Hi Tina, How are you doing today?" she asked sympathetically.

"Better than yesterday, but not too good," she answered honestly while both of the women sat back down on the couch.

All Sara could do was nod silently at the tall redhead. Tina was a natural beauty, much like Sara, and did not need the aid of makeup to make her look beautiful. Sara took a deep breath and told Tina why she was visiting her. "Tina, we need some more information from you about the night you were attacked."

Tina let out a small gasp, and put her head in her hands, her elbows resting on her knees. Sara reached over to her shoulder. "I know how hard it is, but we believe that your attacker had done this to someone a few months ago, and she was found dead the next morning, poisoned by the drugs he gave you girls."

Tina looked back up to Sara, shocked. "You mean the creep that did this to me, did the same thing to someone else? And she…" She couldn't finish the sentence. She was sobbing uncontrollably.

All Sara could do was rub the young woman's shoulder until she stopped crying enough that she could talk. "Tina, I need you to tell me where and who you were with that night."

After collecting herself, Tina began to speak quietly, "I was at one of the basketball players' houses." She continued telling Sara exactly what she remembered and who was there. After about forty-five minutes, Sara thanked Tina, and left to head back to the crime lab.

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Sara walked briskly into the layout room where Catherine was still hard at work reviewing the evidence. She had Tina's clothes out in front of her at the moment, looking for trace, but not having very good luck. She looked up when she saw that Sara had stepped on the other side of the table. "That was quick. Did you find out anything?"

Sara smiled. "She went over to a house rented by four of the basketball players, with three of her friends. She remembered one of the boys, a Jarred Williams, had fixed her a drink, and was hanging all over her early in the evening. Her friends left and she stayed behind because her and Jarred had been talking for awhile and she still wanted to hang out with him."

Catherine interrupted, "Jarred Williams was…"

"Kerrigan's boyfriend," Sara finished for her, smiling even more.

"If the other three girls can confirm that Williams was there that night, then that should be enough to get a warrant for DNA."

"One of them already did. She was Tina's housemate. I got her statement while I was taking to Tina." Sara handed Catherine a file folder. "She'll have to come in to make it official."

"Even so, we may not have enough to get a warrant for just Jarred's DNA, but for the all of the boys that live in that house, just to rule them out as other suspects." Catherine reminded her.

"That's fine, as long as we get his. I know it's him Cath, I've known it since the beginning," She admitted honestly.

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Catherine observed Sara and O'Reilly in the interrogation room as they questioned Jarred Williams. She smiled as the two proceeded.

O'Reilly stood against the wall, and allowed Sara to run the interrogation. "Jarred, can you tell me what you were doing Tuesday night?"

The kid crossed his arms and smiled at Sara smugly. "I was hanging out with a few friends, and then went to bed. I had classes and practice the next day, and needed my sleep."

"Was one of these 'friends' Tina Maxwell?"

"The name sounds familiar. I can't really remember, I told you. I went to bed early." He uncrossed his arms and leaned back into the chair.

"Yeah, you told me." Sara took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair, mirroring his actions. "You also told me the same thing six months ago when your girlfriend, Kerrigan Shannon, was found dead. Remember?"

The boy's eyes widened slightly, but he remained composed. "Oh yeah, I remember you now. You accused me of killing her, and now you're accusing me of what exactly?"

"The sexual assault of Tina Maxwell. And this time, I have proof that you did it."

"You have nothing," Jarred glared at her snidely.

She opened the file folder in front of her, and lifted a DNA report so that she could read it. "You remember that swab we took of your mouth yesterday? We used that to match your DNA to the semen found on both Kerrigan and Tina. And since you denied having intercourse with both of the girls, and we found your DNA, we've got you for two counts of rape, two counts of using a controlled substance during a sexual assault, and one count of murder." Sara closed the file, and stood up, watching the boy look up at her, unaffected by the news.

"They both deserved it. They wouldn't give it up, so I helped it along. It's their own fault."

All Sara could do was stare at the boy as she motioned to the detective in the corner. "O'Reilly, He's all yours," She said, disgusted. She walked out the door without a single glance behind her.

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After stepping out into the hallway she leaned up against the wall, with her arms crossed and head bent down. She only looked up when she heard the door to the observation room open and close. Catherine was standing there, watching her with a concerned look on her face.

Sara smiled bleakly, and reassured her coworker, "Before you ask, I'm fine. I'm actually better than I have been because this guy is in custody. It just always amazes me what people do to each other, just for a little action."

"I've told Nick this before: Human beings are capable of anything." Catherine walked over to Sara and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you go find Grissom and cut out of here a little early? I'll deal with the paperwork on this one."

Sara smiled. "I haven't had an offer that good all day, but you can leave the paper work, and I'll do it tonight. Go home to Lindsey. I'll see you later Catherine. And thanks again." She turned and walked out of the Police Department, file folders in hand.

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Grissom returned to his office after working out in the field, only to find his fiancé curled up on the small couch in the back. He smiled as he squatted down to brush some hair out of her face, and to cup her cheek.

Sara felt something tickling her face and stirred slightly, opening her eyes. "Hey."

"Hey you. How long have you been in here?"

Sara sat up, rubbing her face like a small child would, and gave him a small smile. "What time is it?"

"It's about eight o'clock." He sat next to her, and pulled her into his arms.

"I've only been in here for about an hour. Catherine sent me to find you and go home, but Greg told me you were out in the field." She sighed and closed her eyes as she snuggled further into his arms. "We closed the Maxwell and Shannon cases. I'll do the paperwork tonight when I get the chance."

Grissom titled his head down to look at her, but her eyes were closed and her face was buried in his chest. He gently grabbed her chin when he noticed the tears falling down her face. "That's good news, honey. Why are you crying?"

She opened her eyes, and all he could see was the fear in them. "I thought that once the Shannon case was closed, I could deal with what happened to me a whole lot better. I thought that I could face her attacker, and bringing him to justice would be like putting Paul away for what he did to me. But Grissom, looking into that kid's eyes, and hearing why he did it, it just tears me up inside. He feels no remorse for what he did, and he can move on. Tina will live with what happened to her for the rest of her life, and Kerrigan will never experience the life she had in front of her. And I…I can only see the kid's face, telling me that these girls deserved it because they wouldn't sleep with him. That it was their fault. I can only wonder if this was what Paul was thinking when he did it to me."

By this point, Sara's face was dripping with tears, and even a few tears had made their way down Grissom's face. He gave her small kiss on the lips, and looked right into her eyes. "Sara, I'm not going to lie to you, but maybe that's exactly what he was thinking. But you'll never know, and I don't want to see you waste your life wondering about someone that hurt you in your past." He pulled her back to him, and gave her a gentle hug. "I love you, more than anything, and I would never, ever hurt you intentionally."

"I know that Griss, I do know that." She looked up to him and leaned in for a kiss.

This kiss turned passionate within moments and Grissom was the first to break away. "Let's go home." He stood and reached out his hand for her.

"That sounds like a good idea." She accepted his hand and once he had packed up all of the paper work he needed to take home, they walked out of the room, shutting the door behind them, leaving the Shannon and Maxwell paperwork locked in the office to be dealt with another time.