Sara, Grissom, Catherine, and Greg get called out to a crime scene, only to make a shocking discovery and learn something very new about one of their own CSI's.
Not the idea that I was originally going to post, but it'll do for now ;)
Takes place in season 5, after Nesting Dolls.
I do not own any of the characters from CSI, nor do I own CSI. If I did, well...that'd be debateable, but I'd probably be rolling in money pits in Hollywood, screaming like a banshee. I do, however, own...well, a few people...you'll find out who soon.
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419...Sara could get so sick of those numbers, sometimes. Sure she had found it thrilling, even stimulating to have calls like that come in sometime ago, but now...now it was just old.
And yet, here it was again. A normal Thursday, accompanied by Warrick and Nick doing what they do best...seeing who can whoop the other's butt at the latest video game. Greg was at the counter, quietly sipping his coffee while Catherine teased him, trying to probe information out of him about his date the night before...getting nowhere, fast. And Sara was at the table, reading an article of forensics from a magazine that had been lying around the break room. They thought their night was slow, but in reality, despite how fast their job was, it was about to get even slower.
"Alright," Grissom said as he barged into the room, slips in hand. He looked very exasperated, sweat beads breaking out all over his forehead.
A difficult call must've come in, Sara thought to herself. It's gonna be a long night.
"Okay, Warrick and Nick, you have a DB at the strip, apparantly a joy ride gone awry," he said, handing the paper to Nick.
Nick smiled smugly, before turning to Warrick, patting his back. "Alright, come on sweetie-pie."
Warrick sighed, shaking his head. "Yes, sugarplum."
As they left, their joking not gone unnoticed, everyone snickered save for Grissom, who had only one other slip in his hands.
"What is it?" Catherine finally asked, seeing the look of desperation on his face, the one that he said that he wanted to go ahead and get this over with and get the show on the road. It must've been something big.
"We," Grissom said, gesturing to everyone left, "have a crime scene, where so far the body count is up to two victims, but there may be more. The police are still securing the scene, but it's a mess, so they need all four of us."
Sara's stomach was churning. The way it was sounding, it was a family who was probably killed after a night of dinner, soccer and a movie. The way humankind did eachother, it just...
"Where's it at?" Sara finally asked, cutting her ownself off.
"Henderson."
Sara's expression went from irritated to frightened in .05 seconds. She jumped out of her seat, grabbing her coat. "Well, we better get going," she said, trying to play off as if nothing was wrong, but everyone else could tell that something was up.
"Sara, you okay?" Greg asked, downing his coffee before setting the cup in the sink and putting on his own coat.
"Yeah, fine," Sara said, looking at the others. "It's just...we'll need to process this scene, soon. There's no telling how many bodies are there, and it could just...take a while, that's all."
Not a one of them was buying what she was saying, but not a one of them questioned her about her sudden change in mood, either. So within ten minutes, they were all out the door and on their way.
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The drive out to Henderson seemed like an eternity for Sara. She didn't think to check the address of the crime scene, but she knew that if she did, no matter what the out come, she would've upchucked her entire meal for that day, and the past couple. She just couldn't bring herself to know, even though, deep down, she felt that she already knew the answer...and it wasn't good.
When the Denali turned onto the street, Sara's pace quickened. Catherine was up front with Grissom, who was driving, so they couldn't see or sense her reaction, whereas Greg, who was sitting right beside her, could. And he suddenly became even more concerned. She had broken out in a sweat, and the color in her face had drained almost completely. Greg was almost positive that she was having an anxiety attack, and the fact that it was someone that he cared for was freaking him out, a little bit.
"Sara," Greg said, trying to get her attention. "Sara, are you okay?"
But she wouldn't respond. Instead, she kept glancing around quickly, like she was paranoid of something...like she was on drugs, even though Greg knew that she wasn't.
When they pulled up and parked at a house, it was like Sara wasn't even a CSI anymore. She threw open the door, not waiting for the others, as she bolted and ran towards the house.
"Sara!" Grissom called out, running after her.
But everything was happening too quickly, now. When Sara got into the house, what she saw on the floor just about stopped her heart, and their bodies were encased by a large pool of blood. Sara glanced upstairs, not even thinking twice before running up there. As soon as Grissom got into the house, he went after her. He knew that she'd fudge the case, and evidence, if she kept this up. "Sara!"
When Sara got upstairs, like she knew exactly where she was at and where she was going, she ran down the hall. It didn't take long for Grissom to catch up, but he didn't see her. He did, however, hear crying as he walked down the hall into what appeared to be a little girl's bedroom. Going in there and glancing over into the closet, he saw something that he thought he'd never see: Sara, hugging a little girl closely to her. The little girl had a few scratches and bruises, but appeared to be fine. But what shocked Grissom was how much the little girl looked like her, and even more so, what the little girl had said next.
"I was so scared," she whispered quietly. "I tried to help, Mommy...I really did."
Mommy? Sara was a Mommy? Grissom shook his head, stunned, as he heard footsteps. Looking at the door, he saw Catherine and Greg walking into the room, looking shocked at the sight before them, just as he had.
"I know, sweetie, I know," Sara whispered, kissing her forehead.
So that's why Sara was scared, Greg thought to himself. He would've been too in a situation like that.
All that Catherine could think of was that Sara had a kid...it was obvious, now, but she really didn't seem like the mothering type. What shocked her even more was that this girl had to have been at least five, and Sara had worked with them for over five years...how had she hidden it?
After a few more moments of consoling the young girl, Sara stood up, not once putting her down. Instead, she rubbed circles on her back, trying to soothe her to sleep. "So...I guess the cat's out of the bag, now," she said, trying to joke, but it wasn't easy. Now, her daughter's grandparents were dead, and she...just...everything was screwed up, now. She didn't know what to do.
Catherine looked at her, sweetly. "Why did you hide her from us?" she asked, taking this time to get a better look at the little one. She was still awake. Walking over to her, Catherine smiled. "Hi honey, I'm Catherine. Can you tell me your name?" she asked, mainly to see if the little girl was in a state of shock or not.
Sara's daughter opened her eyes, looking to her mother for approval. Sara nodded, whispering, "It's okay," so the little girl looked at Catherine, sighing. It took her a few moments to speak as she glanced around at everyone else, making sure that she could trust them or not.
Finally, she decided that she could.
Looking back at Catherine, she whispered, "Olivia...Olivia Marjorie Sidle." She buried her face back into her mother's shoulder before whispering something incoherant.
"What was that?" Catherine asked Sara, mouthing the words to her.
"She says Meggi...meaning that's what you can call her...that's what her grandparents called her," Sara said, all of this suddenly hitting her, but she stayed strong for her daughter. She walked over to Meggi's bed, sitting down with her and rocking her to sleep. Seeing her distress, Greg, her best friend and surrogate little brother walked over, patting her back, a signal to let her know that if she needed to cry, she could.
Of course, Grissom already knew that she couldn't be on this case now, and that was best. Meggi would need to be interviewed later, when she woke up, and all of her clothes processed, but for now, Sara and she needed some time, and frankly, so did the rest of them.
Turning to Greg, Grissom rubbed his forehead, finally giving him a task that he knew, for a fact, that he could handle. "Okay Greg, I want you to take Sara and Meggi back to the lab. Get her some clothes so that we can process hers, take fingerprints, DNA, all of that, and...and give her someplace to sleep for a while," he whispered, giving a small smile to Sara. "I want you to do the same. Catherine and I will process the scene, so it will be a little while until we get back. Is everyone okay with this?" Everyone nodded. Catherine and Grissom didn't know completely what to do, Greg wouldn't leave Sara's side, and Sara wouldn't leave her daughter's side...it all worked out.
And with that, Greg, Sara and a sleeping Meggi left, headed toward the lab. Sara had to gain her wits about her now, because she knew, at least within a five hour window, that she would have to explain herself. And she really didn't think that she could do that, and she sure as hell didn't think that she could handle that, but she was going to have to.
And as they drove away, Sara thought about what Catherine had said about hiding her. Why had she hidden her daughter from everyone? It didn't take her long to come up with the answer to that one, but it would take her a while to explain. In the meantime, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax as they drove back to the lab.
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Okay, I wrote it, I'm my worst critic, so I think it sucks a little, but I will leave that up to you. There's more chapters ahead...don't know how many, yet, but more to say the least. If you want to, review, if you don't, don't. But it does encourage me to get chapters up faster, so...yeah! And I'll stop rambling now ;)