Sara's Secret
Chapter One.
Gathered in the break room, crime scene investigators Nick Stokes, Greg Sanders, Warrick Brown, Catherine Willows and Sara Sidle were sat around the large table eating a selection of sandwiches, compliments from a thankful widow from a recently solved case, and chatting light-heartedly. Their case regarding a murder of a ex-soldier had been closed, and they were waiting for their boss Gilbert Grissom to come to them with their new assignments, new cases for the CSI team to work on. Gil Grissom, the nightshift supervisor stepped into the chat-filled room, in one hand he clutched a take-out cappuccino cup, and in the other he had several sheets of new cases ready to disperse amongst the group. "Nicky. You and Greg are on a 419 down on Fullmont street" Gil said handing the yellow slip to the boys, "Catherine, you take Sara down to…"
Sara's phone began to ring.
"Oops, my bad" she said grabbing it from the centre of the table.
"Sara I'm handing out assignments, this is no time for phone ca…" Grissom argued annoyed at the interruption.
"I'm sorry, I gotta take this" Sara said answering the phone and walking away from the table "hey you, yeah I'm free to talk"
Grissom's eyes, like everyone else followed Sara out of the room, a look of astonishment on their faces. Had Sara just ignored Grissom?
The supervisor of the LA crime lab proceeded to hand out the remaining assignments and discuss further developments of old ones, but out of the corner of his eye, Gil was watching his girlfriend Sara pacing whilst talking on the phone, occasionally she would let loose one of her infectious laughs and run her slender fingers through her shoulder length brown hair. The team went off to work the crime scenes and left Gil watching his Sara through the glass. Catherine stood by his side, loyal friend as always "Who's she talking to?" she asked.
"I don't know Catherine" Gil answered pretending to leaf through some documents he held.
"Since when has she taken a phone call rather than take part in something like this?"
"I don't know Catherine."
"I guess it must be important…"
"Catherine… haven't you got an assignment?" Grissom demanded.
"Don't talk to me like that just because you don't know what your girlfriend's up to…"Catherine snapped, turning to face him.
Sara came back into the room "sorry, am I interrupting something?" she asked putting her phone in the pocket of her jacket. Catherine and Gil both turned to Sara.
"No, we have a case to be on Sara. Lets go" Catherine ordered leading the way out the break room. Sara followed happily willing to ignore Gils questioning looks.
Catherine was at the wheel of the 4x4 black jeep heading down main street towards the crime scene that she and Sara would be working on. Sara, normally focussed 100 on the case was fidgety, looking out the window, then checking her cell phone every few minutes, frustratedly flipping the lip up and then shutting it again with a snap. Catherine flinched at the noise. She was trying to concentrate, it was raining and dark outside. "Sara? What is your problem?" she demanded finally after several minutes of repeated cell phone slides.
"Huh?"
Catherine sighed "Your not paying any attention, you're not going through your notes or ringing round…you're just playing with the damned cell!"
"Sorry…I'm just waiting on a call that's all…" Sara answered putting the phone on her lap.
"Oh yeah? Who from?"
"Just a friend" She answered quickly.
"At this time of the morn-"
Sara's phone buzzed and she hurried to answer it: "Hello? Mmhmm. Oh good. Ok. Night sweetie…yeah I'll be home around 7… ok… night." She snapped the phone shut. "Ok done now…".
Catherine was confused. She wasn't talking to Gil, that much was certain. Sara would never have called Gil 'sweetie' in front of anyone, even if they were intimate. And who would be calling Sara, let alone anyone at half two in the morning? It was an ungodly hour for anyone – it was only recently that Catherine had got used to working the graveyard shift. She occasionally got a call from her young daughter Lindsay during her shift complaining of monsters under the bed, but no one else. Who was Sara talking to?
As they pulled up to the crime scene, which was a small average house, with yellow police tape draped around it, and uniformed cops standing around, keeping the few photographers and reporters at bay. Detective Jim Brass recognised Catherine's car and waved to the women and started walking towards them. As Sara went to leave the vehicle, Catherine grabbed her wrist. "If you are seeing someone else besides Gil Sara…" she began, looking into Sara's deep eyes meaningfully.