Natalie's Final Miniature

Sara couldn't stay away and came back to being a CSI. Warrick didn't die, and special guest appearance in this story by our favourite Dominatrix, Lady Heather. Sofia was still around too.

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Chapter 1

The hearing for Natalie Davis was something Gil Grissom had always intended on going to, but what he hadn't been quite prepared for was Sara coming back to go as well. The event had been traumatic for her but this was her was of seeing justice done, and maybe even getting an apology from Natalie, though she doubted it.

They walked into the hearing room together, hand in hand for mutual support, and everyone stared at first then lowered their eyes as they understood the importance of this hearing. Natalie herself turned to see who it was and her eyes widened when she saw Sara, alive and well, bearing no scars of the event. Natalie began to think once more that she had failed, not only herself but Ernie as well, and the look in her eyes made Sara shiver involuntarily.

The D.A. began talking to Natalie, asking if she understood what she had done, why she had done it, and above all whether she deserved to be punished for it. Her response was that naughty girls should be punished, sometimes good girls should too. She continued that she bore no ill will towards Grissom or Sara, that Ernie did what he did because of what she, Natalie, had done. Beneath her calm outward appearance Natalie was seething inside, having to relive all of this knowing that these two were there to watch.

"Dr Grissom, is there anything you would like to say or ask Natalie?"

"Firstly that Natalie is looking extremely well and seems to have changed a lot but I'd like to ask Natalie if she has anything to say on her own behalf to Sara or myself?"

Sara didn't know if she could stay in this room much longer, this was worse than any court case she'd testified in, and she didn't even have to say anything here, she just felt uneasy with the look in Natalie's eyes, like a snake about to strike.

"Sara, I'd like to apologize to you," Natalie started saying, "but that would be too easy and you deserve more. I held the two of you responsible for Ernie's death and I was wrong, yet a part of me said I was right as well. A part of me stills says that, but it's wrong, only time will tell.

'Did Natalie just wink at me?' Sara thought, 'I'm not handling this well at all, I need to leave.'

Sara abruptly stood up and left the room, running directly into the ladies room and emptying her stomach into the toilet. 'Great Sidle you did that well, she got to you, again.'

Grissom went after her and stopped outside the door hearing the retching coming from within, he continued on in.

"Sara, are you alright? She got to you didn't she?"

"Yeah Gil, she did, I'm fine but she winked at me, this isn't over, of that I'm sure."

"It is over, she's going to be locked up for life, that was the sentence and she'll never see the outside of a prison or psychiatric facility again."

"I will never underestimate her again, I did once and it nearly got me killed, she has plans, an agenda hidden away inside that warped mind of hers. Medication or not, she's still devious and is planning something."

"Then we had better be ready then hadn't we. We can't always be watching over our shoulder honey, we'll just be careful."

He didn't believe her, that much was obvious, he thought she was just overreacting, maybe she was but Natalie wasn't a person you underestimated, so she'd be prepared for both of them. It wasn't going to happen again.

Grissom had returned to the prison to see Natalie, where she lived and in particular, her cell. After examining it he made a discovery that shocked him. Under a floor tile was a small miniature of Natalie hanging from her neck. Was that what the wink to Sara was all about? Natalie was going to kill herself? The thought was vaguely satisfying but at the same time it felt wrong, a piece of the puzzle was missing and he simply hadn't found it yet.

Upon returning to her cell, Natalie noticed that Grissom had found the miniature of herself and was secretly pleased, she could do an end run around them now, and finish what she started a year ago. No Natalie Davis maybe down, but she was definitely not out. This was her game to play and she would continue to play until one of them was dead, even if it was herself.

First things first, she had to get out of this facility which wouldn't be easy but it was possible, the men guarding this place were hand picked but they always had weaknesses, usually in their pants. It made her feel dirty just thinking about it, but it could be done with minimal fuss, and she had made the miniature to match, she just had to make sure it worked, she wouldn't have a chance to change this miniature.

"The good news Sara is that Natalie is now safely confined in maximum security, surrounded by hand picked men, the best they can offer."

"Yeah, there in lies the problem."

"What problem?"

"They are all men, she is a woman in case you forgot, I'd feel better if half of the guards were women, any women who wouldn't mind giving her the occasional back hander for getting out of line, trust me Grissom, this is going to end badly, why can't you see that?"

"That's what my girlfriend is for," he chuckled, "To point out the error of my ways, like you have been doing for the past eight years or so."

"Ok you big lug, nothing we can do about it, at least it's maximum security, so things will be safe, I just need to have more faith in people. Let's go out and have dinner."

-/-

Security Guard Scott Fraser was quite a handsome young man and this job didn't quite do his ambitions justice, he wanted to join the police force but had failed the entrance exam and had to wait until next year to re sit it. Meanwhile he was making a good living doing this lock up job with women, nothing too taxing and he had to admit some of the women looked rather nice, and deadly, the rest were just trash not even good enough for a high priced hooker. The new one though intrigued him, she was different, almost unreachable, no words seem to ever come out of her mouth although she did seem to sing a lot. She sort of grew on him a bit, he started to like her, this wasn't good, liking the inmates wasn't part of his job. Every day Natalie would work out in the prison gymnasium, weight lifting, running, cycling, so that her previously small and fragile frame became lean, tough and wiry. She had noticed the young guard eyeing her off and thought he might be useful at some point, though she wasn't going to push his moral buttons too far, just far enough to get enough leeway to help her. She would succeed without question, her plans were made.

A/N A muscle bound Natalie? Will everything be alright or is Grissom missing the plot here?

This is really only the introduction to the story.

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