Disclaimer: the standard disclaimer, I don't own anything in this story,
not the characters (except Madeline), I don't own the show (although that
would be fun), and you probably could guess the rest.
Summery: Sara has a baby to look after. And knowing Sara, she's not very good with people.
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"Grissom," Sara asked, as she leaned against his doorframe, "do you think that you can do without me for this shift? Something came up and I have to attend to it now."
"That depends," came Grissom's muffled reply.
"On what?"
"Whether it's a personal matter that could be life or death, or if it's a personal matter that you just haven't gotten to."
"A little of both, actually," Sara replied.
"Sara, can you stop beating around the bush and tell me exactly why you need to take this shift off?"
Sara stopped leaning against the doorframe and started rocking gently back and forth from foot to foot. "Um, well, you see, it's sort of complicated," she began, "But do you remember Alison Carmichael from my university days?"
"Yeah, she was your best friend if I remember correctly."
"Yeah. She and her husband moved here, to Vegas a couple of years ago. They have a baby now, about four months."
"Sara, you're beating around the bush again."
Sara ducked her head in embarrassment. "Remember that traffic accident a few weeks back? Driver, Caucasian male killed at the scene, passenger, Caucasian female severely injured, baby back seat, unharmed?" When Grissom nodded his head, Sara continued. "That was the Carmichael family. I wasn't working the case, so I didn't know about this until about two weeks ago when Alison called me from her hospital room. She just died today, maybe an hour ago."
Grissom was starting to catch on. "What about the baby, it was uninjured in the crash, right?"
"Yeah, you see, Alison added something to her will yesterday with her lawyer and two witnesses, and so it's all legal. She made me her daughter, Madeline's, legal guardian."
"Doesn't she have family?"
"Yeah, but I guess she was looking out for her baby's best interests. I was the closest, and I did promise her that if anything happened, I'd take care of Madeline. I thought that I was just comforting her! I never thought she would die! I mean she was recovering." Tears started sliding down Sara's face.
Grissom, at a loss as to what to do, tried comforting the distraught woman, saying, "Maybe she was staying alive until she knew that someone could take care of Madeline." Sara nodded mutely. "Okay," Grissom continued, "I can't really spare you tonight, this case is too hot, but if you think you can survive paperwork, you can bring the baby with you."
"Thanks, Grissom," Sara said as she walked down the hallway, shoulders slumped by grief and defeat.
No sooner than Sara had walked out of his office did Nick walk in. "Boss, have you seen Sara? I could have sworn I saw her here."
"She's got something to do. You're going to have to finish up your case solo. How close are you to closing it?"
Nick raised an eyebrow at Grissom's statement. He had never been given a murder investigation to do, or even finish by himself before. Heck, even Sara got to work one solo before he did. Answering Grissom's question, he said, "Really close. I just need Greg's confirmation of the DNA to get an arrest warrant."
"Good."
"Uh, Grissom," Nick asked, "Where'd Sara go?"
"To get a baby." Grissom said no more as he turned and walked out the door, leaving a very confused Nick to ponder his meaning before he decided to forget about it and follow his boss down the hallway.
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"Are you Sara Sidle?" the nurse asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, do you want some identification?"
"Sure, that would help. What took you so long?"
Seeing as the nurse was getting irritated, perhaps by her long shift, Sara answered promptly. "I had to clear it with my boss before I left. And I didn't know that I had become Madeline Carmichael's legal guardian until about an hour ago, when Alice died." At the same time, she pulled out her driver's license and her CSI identification.
The nurse looked at the two piece of information carefully, every so often looking up at Sara to confirm a certain detail. "Okay, you look like that same person. You mind if I called your boss to make sure that he knows about all this?"
"Sure. You're really tight about security aren't you?"
"Yeah, I've been compared to Fort Knox. But you would be too, if you were in charge of making sure every baby is given to the right caregiver. We lose a lot of parents."
"I know."
The nurse turned around toward the nurse's desk and dialed the number for the Las Vegas crime lab. "Hello? Yes, I would like to be forwarded to a Mr. Gil Grissom," she said crisply, like she had said the exact same lines millions of times before. "Mr. Grissom? Ann Hallaway, from County General? Yes, I have a young woman here who says that she's Sara Sidle." There was a pause. "Oh, yes, I see, so she did tell you about the child. Alright, that's all I called to find out. Thank you for your time. Goodbye."
"Okay, your story checks out. Let's get you to the munchkin," Ann said, turning to face Sara once more. Beckoning her to follow, Ann walked down the hallway so briskly, Sara was jogging to catch up.
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What do you think?? I'm going to do a few more chapters (I doubt it will be as long as my other story, "Infinite Possibilities", though)
Please review!!!
Summery: Sara has a baby to look after. And knowing Sara, she's not very good with people.
**********************************************
"Grissom," Sara asked, as she leaned against his doorframe, "do you think that you can do without me for this shift? Something came up and I have to attend to it now."
"That depends," came Grissom's muffled reply.
"On what?"
"Whether it's a personal matter that could be life or death, or if it's a personal matter that you just haven't gotten to."
"A little of both, actually," Sara replied.
"Sara, can you stop beating around the bush and tell me exactly why you need to take this shift off?"
Sara stopped leaning against the doorframe and started rocking gently back and forth from foot to foot. "Um, well, you see, it's sort of complicated," she began, "But do you remember Alison Carmichael from my university days?"
"Yeah, she was your best friend if I remember correctly."
"Yeah. She and her husband moved here, to Vegas a couple of years ago. They have a baby now, about four months."
"Sara, you're beating around the bush again."
Sara ducked her head in embarrassment. "Remember that traffic accident a few weeks back? Driver, Caucasian male killed at the scene, passenger, Caucasian female severely injured, baby back seat, unharmed?" When Grissom nodded his head, Sara continued. "That was the Carmichael family. I wasn't working the case, so I didn't know about this until about two weeks ago when Alison called me from her hospital room. She just died today, maybe an hour ago."
Grissom was starting to catch on. "What about the baby, it was uninjured in the crash, right?"
"Yeah, you see, Alison added something to her will yesterday with her lawyer and two witnesses, and so it's all legal. She made me her daughter, Madeline's, legal guardian."
"Doesn't she have family?"
"Yeah, but I guess she was looking out for her baby's best interests. I was the closest, and I did promise her that if anything happened, I'd take care of Madeline. I thought that I was just comforting her! I never thought she would die! I mean she was recovering." Tears started sliding down Sara's face.
Grissom, at a loss as to what to do, tried comforting the distraught woman, saying, "Maybe she was staying alive until she knew that someone could take care of Madeline." Sara nodded mutely. "Okay," Grissom continued, "I can't really spare you tonight, this case is too hot, but if you think you can survive paperwork, you can bring the baby with you."
"Thanks, Grissom," Sara said as she walked down the hallway, shoulders slumped by grief and defeat.
No sooner than Sara had walked out of his office did Nick walk in. "Boss, have you seen Sara? I could have sworn I saw her here."
"She's got something to do. You're going to have to finish up your case solo. How close are you to closing it?"
Nick raised an eyebrow at Grissom's statement. He had never been given a murder investigation to do, or even finish by himself before. Heck, even Sara got to work one solo before he did. Answering Grissom's question, he said, "Really close. I just need Greg's confirmation of the DNA to get an arrest warrant."
"Good."
"Uh, Grissom," Nick asked, "Where'd Sara go?"
"To get a baby." Grissom said no more as he turned and walked out the door, leaving a very confused Nick to ponder his meaning before he decided to forget about it and follow his boss down the hallway.
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"Are you Sara Sidle?" the nurse asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, do you want some identification?"
"Sure, that would help. What took you so long?"
Seeing as the nurse was getting irritated, perhaps by her long shift, Sara answered promptly. "I had to clear it with my boss before I left. And I didn't know that I had become Madeline Carmichael's legal guardian until about an hour ago, when Alice died." At the same time, she pulled out her driver's license and her CSI identification.
The nurse looked at the two piece of information carefully, every so often looking up at Sara to confirm a certain detail. "Okay, you look like that same person. You mind if I called your boss to make sure that he knows about all this?"
"Sure. You're really tight about security aren't you?"
"Yeah, I've been compared to Fort Knox. But you would be too, if you were in charge of making sure every baby is given to the right caregiver. We lose a lot of parents."
"I know."
The nurse turned around toward the nurse's desk and dialed the number for the Las Vegas crime lab. "Hello? Yes, I would like to be forwarded to a Mr. Gil Grissom," she said crisply, like she had said the exact same lines millions of times before. "Mr. Grissom? Ann Hallaway, from County General? Yes, I have a young woman here who says that she's Sara Sidle." There was a pause. "Oh, yes, I see, so she did tell you about the child. Alright, that's all I called to find out. Thank you for your time. Goodbye."
"Okay, your story checks out. Let's get you to the munchkin," Ann said, turning to face Sara once more. Beckoning her to follow, Ann walked down the hallway so briskly, Sara was jogging to catch up.
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What do you think?? I'm going to do a few more chapters (I doubt it will be as long as my other story, "Infinite Possibilities", though)
Please review!!!