Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Dedication: This entire fic is dedicated to Mel, for helping me out the kinks in the story line and talking me through it when I needed it. This one is for you sis!

A/N: Thanks a lot to Roch for the betaing, you did an awesome job! Before anybody starts flaming away, this fic is not the usual drama, it's heavy stuff. If you don't like it, that's alright, just close the window and don't blame it all on me. This is part of my mind and in this way I want to practice my writing techniques, I don't want to write what people want me to write. No, I want to write what I like. Alright, that said, I hope you enjoy it. This is a short prologue, more to follow soon!

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Prologue

The shrill noise of his ringing cell phone woke Jim Brass from his deep slumber. After slowly rubbing his tired eyes, he flicked his on bedside lamp and checked the caller ID: 'S. Sidle.' He frowned as he picked up, letting out a yawn.

"Sara?" he murmured, not getting any reply. He let out a sigh as he propped himself up with one hand. Leaning his head against the wall, he repeated her name, but still got no response.

What he heard next worried him: ragged breathing on the other line, followed by a scream that caused a chill to run up his spine. "Sara!" He called out loudly again. "Get on the phone!"

But she didn't talk to him. He only heard her screams and somebody with her, although he couldn't make out a clear voice. "No, don't hurt me," she was crying; then he heard a thwack, then a choking sound.

Jim immediately jumped up from his bed, putting the phone between ear and shoulder, getting dressed as fast as he could. He didn't hang up on her, he listened to every sound that was coming from the other line, to make sure she was still holding on.

"Don't worry Sara, I'm on my way. I'm going to find you," he muttered into the phone. It was a futile gesture by him on her part, as she couldn't hear him, but it comforted him somewhat.

He put on his blue light as he got in his car, not giving a shit about breaking the regulation that said blue lights were forbidden when not working. He drove quickly to the crime lab, continuing to mutter soothing words through the phone, hoping it would give her strength to fight. She needed to be strong, they couldn't afford to lose her. Jim felt a pain in his heart as he thought about losing her, losing a person who was more of a daughter to him than Ellie.

He knew she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. He could hear choking sounds and the sound of somebody kicking her. He swore he could even hear her bones break at the force.

Jim's eyes widened at the sound as he sped down the busy Las Vegas streets. He pushed the speed limit as much as he dared, hoping the lab could trace down her cell phone's location.

Once he arrived at the LVPD parking lot, he jumped out, not locking the car. He ran along the shiny corridors in desperation, needing to find people he knew, all the while keeping his phone to his ear.

He ran into Warrick and Nick as he went into the break room. "Guys, I need your help," he said, totally out of breath. He handed his phone to Nick and watched as he passed it on to Warrick, the two younger men sharing a horrified expression.

"I need to find Sara, and I need your help to do it," Jim explained, fearing for her life.

The guys nodded and led him towards the AV-lab. "Archie, I need the location of Sara's cell phone at this moment," Warrick stated, a command more than a request. They all watched the screens in the AV lab, urgently looking for her. She wasn't where they expected her to be…

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