Missing
She had so much work to do and hadn't slept for days. It was so tiring. Sometimes, she wished she had never chosen this for a profession, but that was too late now. Finally a match came up on the computer.
"Yes!" she exclaimed in a whisper to herself. "That only took an hour and a half." She looked to the side of the computer where five empty cups of coffee and some ten packets of sugar. The coffee kept her awake, but now she felt sick to her stomach. She needed some rest.
She glanced out the window; the sky was still pitch black, yet it was five o' clock in the morning. Yawning, she closed her eyes for just two seconds and ended up drifting to sleep.
Startled by some noise from the hallway, her eyes shot open and she turned around. It was Greg, that fool. She looked at him angrily, yet happy it wasn't Grissom or Catherine. She could only imagine what would have happened if either of them had found her sleeping on the job.
"Hey Sara, you're awake," Greg looked in the room and saw her over at the coffee machine again.
"Only thanks to you." She gave him an annoyed smile.
"Well, anyway, I have the results back. The bullet was a match to the gun found on the sidewalk by the victim."
"Yeah, and the prints were a match to Robert Victson; the man we have in custody."
"Great, and just to let you know, you have sugar on your head."
She wiped it off, "Gee thanks."
Yawning again, she sat down I her chair by the computer. The swirling water in her coffee cup almost caused her to drowse off again, but she shook herself back awake and took a sip of the steaming beverage. It made her feel sick again, but at least it kept her awake, even if there was no case to work on or anything else to do for that matter. She just sat there, in a kind of "in thought" drowsy trance for a while, sipping her coffee every once in a while until Grissom passed by and then came back and did a double-take.
"Sara?" he peered into the room and just saw her sitting there, looking quite exhausted and very pale.
She snapped out of it, "Huh, yeah?"
"Uh, are you okay?"
She looked down at her now empty cup of coffee and got up to go pour herself another cup, but Grissom stopped her.
"You should take a break, you're pale and you've been working nonstop for days on end. Go home and get some rest. You don't live here, you know."
"Thanks, but I'm okay, really."
Grissom gave her a stern, "I'm worried about you" look and she gave in.
"Alright, but only for a little while, there's way too much work to do. It wouldn't be right for me to leave everyone here."
"Trust me, it's fine."
Still hesitant, she backed out of the parking space and headed to her apartment. The time was only five in the morning and everything was still asleep. Right now, something is probably happening that she'll end up looking at evidence for later or that Greg will be analyzing in the lab. It didn't feel right to be home at this hour, now by herself.
