Re-read this great fanfic to keep the Sandle love alive.

Yay for epilogues! a few faves:

-She worked out her frustrations by cleaning, generally vacuuming or obsessively scrubbing her dishes to loud music.

-Greg raised his eyebrows and tried not to say anything. He couldn't help it. "Sara, your mess is my mother's Garden of Eden," Greg said. "If my apartment ever looks as clean as this, please demand that the alien imposters return me to Earth immediately."

-"I'll take them," she said, and she did. She couldn't help but notice his hands, the bandages gone, but the scars remained.

-"Neither have I," Greg admitted. "I just hide it better than you do."

Sara didn't know what to say, so she didn't say anything at all.

-"..Unless, that is, you need me…" Greg paused, hoping she would say something, but she didn't say a word. He sighed and rose to his feet. "Yeah, I know. I'll get out of your hair now."

-"When I dream," Sara told him, "your screams are all I hear. His reek is all I smell. His hands are all I feel."

-"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Sara replied. She closed her eyes. "Yes."

-"You don't have to do that," Greg said, feeling embarrassed. "My hands feel like raisins, I know."

"I want to," Sara said, her eyes never leaving his hand. She gently ran her fingers across the back of his hand. "You really don't feel that?"

"I really wish I could," Greg said. "But no, I don't."

I loved them falling asleep together, and finally getting a good night's sleep. Such a great ending to an awesome story. Even though I know it's not over yet... dun dun DUNNNN!

Whew this is a long one!

-"Yeah," he whispered. "I thought it was kinda funny too."

"I never thought I'd say this, Greg," said Grissom, pulling up a chair. "But it's good to see that stupid smile again." - I love love love Nick and Greg! And Grissom's comment made ME smile!

-"Hey Grissom," Greg said. "If Warrick and Nick got in a fight, who would you put money on?"

"Oh Warrick," Grissom said. "Definitely, I mean Nick has really let himself go."

"A guy puts on a few pounds and suddenly he's no competition for his buddy in a fight?" Nick's mouth moved, but his eyes remained closed. He opened them and gave Greg and Grissom a lopsided grin. "So what gave me away?" - Hahahaha!

-"Come on, Greggo, don't do this to me kid."

But Greg wasn't sure what he was doing that would make Nick's voice sound like that. - Sad face.

-A deep-seated rage swelled in his belly and bled through his wounds as he grit his teeth and screamed louder than he'd ever screamed before. - This is awful, considering this is the first and not last of Greg's nightmares. *sniffle*

-I love Catherine and Warrick's interactions together!

-"Might I say, ma'am," Nick put in, "that it's been my experience that Greg has a very strong heart indeed." -Ah! I love Nick!

-Greg was scared. "Nick?" he said again, this time more worried. - This was really really heart wrenching..

-"I'm tired, Sara."

"So am I."

"So what are we gonna do?"

Sara was quiet. "Grissom said don't give up." - another sad face.

-"I love you." The words tumbled out of his mouth like uncontrollable drool, but somehow he didn't care.

"It's a shame you'll never have the guts to say that to my face," Sara replied.

"Ah," said Greg. "So this is my dream after all." - You described the way Greg said i love you so fast, and Sara's reply. So emotional..

-The sight of Sara flashed before his eyes. "It's time to wake up now, hot shot." - I love love this.

-"They'd only tell me what was going on if I said I was family," Nick replied. "I lied, so sue me."

"Nah," said Sara. "I don't think you did." - I wanna snuggle them all back to health!

-Catherine seemed to flinch at the sight of his bandaged hand, but all she said was, "Get rest and get better." - She's such the mother hen and I love her!

Almost through this story, this is seriously on my re-read list forever and ever.

-"Step aside, Sanders," he snapped. "Unless you want to go first."

Greg didn't move. His face was set and he stood steadfast in front of Sara. - Oh dear, my sweet heroic Greg...

-There was only one thing in the world that could have made Sara stop screaming at that moment. Greg's cries of agony not only drowned Sara out, it shut her up and all she could do was close her eyes and cover her ears. - So heart breaking :(

-"Good," Nick said. "Because when we find Woodward, I want to be the first to kick his ass." - Protective!Nick FTW!

It almost makes it worse that you don't show exactly what happened t Greg, but let us hear it from Sara instead.

Woodward's nickname "baby doll" for Sara is so revolting and creepy!

-"You have only one person to blame for this, I hope you know," Woodward said.

"You?" Greg said, breathless. - Ah! Greg! Stop making me laugh! You're hurttttt

-"By dose!" she heard Greg yell with a slight lisp as he tried to tip his head back. "Fuck!" - soooo first of all, hahahahahaa... and second of all NO! HIS PERFECT FACE!

-Through Greg's blinding pain and cursing he seemed to come to his senses enough to realize what was going on with Sara.

"Doe!" he yelled. "Fuck! Get your hands off of her!" - Have I mentioned how much I like the idea of Greg cursing?

Oh, there come the descriptions of what happened to Greg.. excuse me, i'm going to go weep in the corner...

-"The phone," she sobbed, hoping she was intelligible through her panicking tears. "Woodward, answer the fucking phone." - So heart breaking..

-Everyone was breathing hard. Woodward tossed Sara to the ground, no longer human at all but all animal in her eyes as she buckled her belt and tried to hold her shirt together. - inTENSE!

-His eerie silence was like the calm before a hurricane. Someone had to break it. - Best description!

-"You're death." Woodward's response was concise and monotonous.

"OK." Greg was equally concise and monotonous. - Ohhh man, oh man oh man ohmanohman!

-"This is bullshit," Sara said, slowly getting to her feet. "Greg, Nick and the others will be here any minute. Stop being so melodramatic." -So so Sara!

-It was with this thought that she gave into the butterflies and roller coasters and fell into the open arms of unconsciousness. - The whole sequence before this was written so beautifully well. Sara's panic and desperation and her imagining... everything. So heart breaking, yet again. And her worry for Greg is so hert warming, I'm going to go crazy with all these emotions you're making me go through! AH!

-"Oh for Christ's sake!" The exclamation had come from Greg's mouth and even at gunpoint he still found a way to roll his eyes. His words were slurred, probably because of his injured nose. "Sara was right, Woodward. Why the hell do you keep blaming everything on Nick? Are you too pathetic to take responsibility for your own actions?" - Yay for exasperated Greg!

-AH! It's finally over! Nick saved the day! Except I know it's not reallyyy over... Muahahaha..

The whole beginning scene is crazy good and powerful. - She still smelled of strawberries. At least that was one thing he could hold onto. - So good.

-"This is fantastic."

"There's no need for sarcasm, Grissom." - Oh man, this made me smile, but of course there's no reason for Grissom to be smiling right now! Everything is just wrong, wrong, wrong..

-"Is anyone paying attention to the wounded guy with the hacksaw?" Greg demanded, looking from one person to the other. - Oh dear...

-"I'm warning you!" Greg said.

"And I'm showing you how serious I'm taking you," the kidnapper replied, his lips right above Sara's flesh. His breath made her shutter. He began to kiss her neck softly. - I'm getting that creepy crawly feeling again. Your bad guy is very effective. *shivers*

-"That's not fair," he said. - Oh Greg..

-"What is it, baby doll?" the kidnapper whispered into her hair. "Are you cold? Are you sad?" He looked up at Greg. "Now look what you did. You made her upset."

"Fuck you," Greg snapped. - I very much liked Greg's response!

-"That's what you get when you pick on CSIs," Greg said proudly, trying to sound like some sort of superhero. - Yay superhero!Greg to the rescue!

Ohhhh no, this is bad. bad bad bad! This is such an intense chapter. Great job! :)

-Sara smiled and shook her head. "Oh Greg. Why is it that even in a situation like this you still make me smile?"

"Because of my debonair good looks and wonderful wit?" His voice was still tired, but his words still held that spark of defiance that Sara couldn't help but respect. - My favorite kind of guy *sigh*

-"Do you remember in college when your friend told you that there wasn't as much alcohol in a jello shot as there was in a normal shot and you ended up doing eight in a row?"

"No," said Sara.

"And do you remember waking up the next morning with the worst hangover you've ever had?"

Sara chuckled, "That I remember." - Haha!

-Greg ticked off the steps on his fingers. "Step One: Get Sara out of the chain link cell. Step Two: Get Sara out of the creepy mad-scientist warehouse. Step Three: Rescue the damsel in distress and be showered with admiration, worship, and lovely ladies." Greg slid off the operating table and wavered a bit. He held onto the table for stability.- So amazingly Greg, it's crazy.

-"Hey, Sara, believe me," said Greg, caught off guard by her kiss. "Before you kissed me, I wished I wasn't here too."

"How can you even flirt at a time like this?" Sara said, hitting him on the right part of his chest.

"Ow," said Greg, pulling away in mock pain. "I was shot you know."

"In your left shoulder," said Sara. - Too sweet.

-"Easy as pie to break," said Greg, "With all the equipment over there, I saw some stuff that would cut through bone."

"Please don't say that right now," said Sara, the image of Greg sprawled out on the operating table vivid in her mind. - ickyyyy!

-Greg pouted. "I wanted to save the damsel in distress. I wanted to be the knight in shining armor." -Haha!

-"It's impossible to think of everything," said Greg. "He just thought of most things. We have to think of the rest." - He's so smart!

-"Are you guys… like… together yet, or what?" Greg asked.

Sara looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "Well…"

"I knew it," Greg said, unable to help sounding a little disappointed. - Aw, don't kick him when he's down...

-"We might never leave here."

"Sara," Greg replied. "You have a list of words I can't mention. I have a list of topics you can't bring up." - Too sad.

Nick's whole situation just seems helpless, and it didn't even work! Poor Sara and Greg now have to deal with Woodward. This story is great!

I like the chapter titles, with a snake being the theme. Very fitting.

-"Aw, shit, Ms. Willows, whatever Lindsey said I did, it's not true."

"This is your house?" Catherine said, appalled. - Hahaha, I love Catherine!

-Thoughts of Sara flooded his mind. He thought of all the things he'd wanted to tell her. She'd always been on his back about opening up and spending more time together, but he always thought it would all fall together in time. What if he was out of time? - Such fitting thoughts..

-"What about Sara and Greg?"

There it was. That heart-dropping-into-the-stomach feeling. Grissom swallowed. "You and Warrick keep working on it. I… I just can't right now." - Sad face.

-Nick closed his eyes. "Don't talk about ants to me right now, Woodward." - Nice little detail you threw in. Very nice.

I just love this back story you provided. Now we get Nick angst and GregnSara angst!

"Come on, Nick," said Woodward, sounding like a car salesman trying to seal the deal on the scam of the century. - awesome comparison!

-"Have you ever seen the movie Gattaca?" Woodward replied, holding back a grin.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Nick laughed. -For some reason this made me LAUGH and laugh. Nick is so fed up with this guy and he's trying not to fly off the handle but when he asks him that, he's just like, "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." Hahaha, love it.

-"Do we have a deal, Nick?"

Nick was quiet for a very long time. - Waaah, noooooo!

I very much liked Grissom working on the case, alone, with the evidence. And then when he made that phone call.. It broke my heart that Greg's mom automatically assumed he was getting an award. Poor lady is getting the worst news :(

-"Greg…" Nick whispered, his heart heavy. "You shot him." -So who is getting the worst case of angst in this story? Nick or Greg? I love how deeply they care for each other. Such a great team!

-That young Sanders boy…" Nick felt cold fear wash over him. "I'm holding a gun to his head right now."

"Aw, Jesus, Greggo…" Nick muttered. "I asked you what you want, leave Greg alone." - I can just imagine Nick's accent coming out here. Poor guy!

-"And what about yours?"

Nick pretended not to hear the question as he fled the scene as fast as he could.-Ahhhh. I could see this happening in the real show!

-Though Sara felt the gun as vividly as she felt Greg's chest heaving up and down in her arms, she did not move. She did not speak. Indeed, she just held Greg's groggy body close to her, drawing comfort from his constant breathing. She felt his breath on her neck, she smelled the gel in his hair. Slowly her hand moved up his back to the back of his head and she buried her fingers in his hair. She closed her eyes before she spoke, pretending they were somewhere else. "Go ahead," she whispered. "Shoot me." - So. heart. BREAKING!

-His violating grip was more effective then the gun and she began to lay Greg's half-awake form back on the table. Before she sat up again, she heard him whisper in her ear.

"I won't let him hurt you."- Greg is AMAZING. but..-She almost wished he hadn't said anything at all.- Wahhhh, so sad!

-"I'm not telling…" Sara whispered as his hands traced her belt. "I'm… I'm asking." - ICK, at the belt tracing! creepy crawlies!

-"Oh I don't doubt your resourcefulness," he replied casually, "but don't doubt mine either." - I hate him! HATE him!

So, another great chapter, obviously. It sucked so hard that Sara got the upper hand only to have it ripped away from her!

Alright, I have a confession to make. I've kinda sorta already read this story, and the sequel, and the sequel to that one, except for the last 2 chapters. I really really don't want the story to end so I'm doing what I should have done in the first place and reviewed your wonderful stories! Your work is most definitely my favorite out there and you deserve all the wonderful reviews in the world!

I love how you started this story with such short, simple sentences. Just the facts. It's really interesting since I know that this story is far from simple and not so short, but that's why I love it!

Your Sara is perfect, as well as Grissom. He's a man of little words when it comes to emotions, so I love that he just says two words, "You're angry." And Sara then responds with a paragraph, ending with the face that Grissom drves her nuts! Haha.

The way their conversation ends is so sad, considering...you know..

-Greg looked up at her with that goofy smile of his. "Kinda makes you feel romantic, doesn't it?"

She glared at him. "Try not to get anything… else in the blood sample, which is probably already contaminated from all this… shit." For lack of a better word. She shivered again. "If you see anything unusual, like, I don't know, soap maybe, then bag it. I'm going back to the car." - Haha!

-Then she felt the steal against her throat. It was like ice in the desert heat. The words in her ear were moist and it made her tense. -Descriptions are amazing, as usual!

-Alright, so begging for her life was out of the question. Not that it had occurred to her before he told her she couldn't talk.

-"W-where?" She never stuttered. Not even talking to the police after her father died. Her lips were dry and chapped. She tried to lick them, but her tongue and the rest of her mouth was just as dry. - I don't know very much about Sara's past yet, but this was a great way to word this. I guess watching your friend get shot would have me more than just stuttering! :/

-"You sick bastard…" Greg's voice was like that of a ghost. It made goose bumps rise on Sara's skin. - This gave me goosebumps!

-"Turn here," the man ordered and Sara turned into the parking lot of a warehouse on the outskirts of town in the industrial district. She looked at it forebodingly and wondered vaguely if this was where she was going to die. -Such a scary thought!

I really liked Warrick and Catheine's interactions, especially-"Hey," said Warrick, taking photos of the bruises. "We all wish that."

-It was open to a text message from Greg. It had only three letters written on the screen. SOS.

Grissom looked at Nick square in the eyes. "Now I think it's a trap."- True Grissom style. I can just imagine the opening credits starting after that line!

-But now, as things were grave and her own life was being called into question, she couldn't stand the constant reminder of her own mortality staring her in the face. - Too too good.

This is such a great first chapter! I'm so glad I found you!

Nice. Real nice.

Not really enough graphic-gory-torture-pain-death-shit for me, but some people don't like writing that so! ;D

Really sweet at the end - loved that! Excellent fic! Keep up your writing - you have amazing talent!

i loved the sandle part sosososossoooooooooo much it was incredible, and i LOVE how ur doing gregs humor - "Hello? Wounded guy with a hacksaw here!"

NICKY, U IDIOT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NICKY! GRAAAAAAAGH!

...nononnonono niiiicky dont do it please dont be stupid, go tell 'rick or cat or whoever, just dont be an idiot, pllleaaase! and also, i get numerous voices in my head like griss does lol.

grrrrr i reaaaaaallly hate this guy, he blackmailed nicky and drugged my greggo - grrrrrrrr!

...i love ur stories so much, u just completely R-O-C-K, and YAY SANDLES!