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A Past Once Hidden

Chapter 1

Sara Sidle looked at the scene around her, she knew now that she had a long night ahead of her, she would probably have to pull a double. On the floor in front of her lay a dead male. He had been stabbed repeatedly. A few feet away lay a woman, in the woman's hand there was a gun, and from the looks of things Sara didn't have to guess where the bullet was. It look like a definite murder suicide.

"wow this place is a mess" came a familiar voice behind her. She turned around to see Nick in the doorway.

"nice of you to show Nick, I thought I was going to have to process this all by my self" Sara said to him in the crankiest voice she could muster.

"oh knock it off Sar, the traffic was horrendous, and we both know that you would have no problem processing this or any scene by yourself." he said as he nudged her with his shoulder as he walked past towards one of the body's.

"I know that," she tells him with a smirk, "your just here so I have something good to look at while I work" she laughs as he flexes his muscles at her.

"ok, fun times over, tell me what we have tonight" he asks as they get into work mode.

"we have two dead body's. Husband and wife. It appears that the wife stabbed the husband and then turned a gun on herself. Only problem is I can't see a knife in this room" she tells him as she motions towards the bodies in the room.

"any sigh of a struggle or a third party" Nick asks as he sets his kit down next to the husband and bends down to have a better look.

"I haven't gotten that far yet, I'm still waiting for David to get here to clear the bodies."

"he was leaving the lab just behind me so he should be here soon, if he isn't held up in traffic."

" well while we wait I'm going to start checking other rooms, I'll be upstairs if you need me."

Sara turns and leaved the room. The smell of copper still lingers in the air as she heads for the stairs. As she reaches the top of the stairs she notices a closed door. On the door is a pretty sign stating 'Sarah Hideaway'. Sara felt herself being pulled towards the closed door and as she touched the handle a shiver ran through her body. Surprised by the feeling she shook her head to clear the strange feeling that now seemed to run through her body. As she pushed the door opened she was amazed at what she saw. The room was so similar to the one she had grown up in that she nearly though she was stepping back in time.

Sara had not had the best childhood, over the years she had never seemed to be able to escape her past and what had happened all those years ago.

She had grown up in a modest home, attached to the bed and breakfast her mother and father owned and ran. From the outside the looked like the perfect family. Her brother was seven years older than her and rather popular at school, she appeared to have doting parents, but appearances could be deceiving.

Behind closed doors her bother had a drug problem, her dad was a drunk and her mother would pretended like there was nothing wrong with the world, a perfect example of this would be one night when she was nine years old she had helped her mother cleaned the whole house spotless before allowing herself to get medical assistance for the broken wrist and bloody gash across her cheek, the result of dinner not being ready in time. That night she told the doctors she had slipped cleaning he floor landing on her wrist and hitting her face on the table as the fell. The smell of cleaning products still lingered on her, making it easy for the doctors to believe her.

Pushing back the memories that flooded her brain, Sara looked around again. The room was the same shade of purple, the white desk by the bed was covered with deserted homework. The comforter in the bed had a unicorn on it as well as a stuffed unicorn. Stepping closer to the bed to get a closer look at the unicorn similar to the one she had long since forgotten.

Looking at the toy now in her hands she notes the red smudges on it, it also then that the notes some more red dotes on the comforter. Looking around quickly she sees a the drops trail to a closed closet door. Moving closer , Sara draws her gun. Quietly she putts her ear to the door, on the other side she hears slight whimpering. Stepping back she opens the door, gun held in front of her.

Looking down she quickly puts the gun away. There at the bottom of the closet is a young girl of about 10 sobbing quietly. She is curled up in a ball in the corner as if trying to disappear.

"Hey there, it's ok, how about you come out of there." Sarah asks quietly not to sure what to do. The girl shakes her head without raising it. "well how bout I join you in there then." lowering herself to the floor Sara moves some shoes aside to lean against the wall next to the girl.

After sitting quietly for a minute Sara leans down to the child next to he and asks,

"your name is Sarah, right?" she gets a small nod to confirm it, though the girls face is still hidden behind her knees. " you know what? My name is Sara too." the girls turns her tear stained face slightly now to look up at her. "come on lets get out of here."

Crawling out of the closet Sara stands and offers her hand to the girl still in the closet. A small hand appears from the small girl in front of her, as she helps pull the girl to her feet she see the girl fully for the first time. The whole front of the girls night gown is red with blood

" Nick we need an ambulance" She yells out to her co-worker still down stairs as she sweeps the girl into her arms and quickly carries her out of the room and down the stairs.

Nick appears as she reaches the bottom, cell in hand. Shocked he looks at the frightened child Sara has in her arms, he flips open his phone.

"this is CSI Stokes" he rushed as someone answers " I need an ambulance at 572 Wescott lane, Winchester. We have an injured girl." he pauses as he follows Sara outside and watches as she lays the girl on the ground. Seeing the amount of blood on the girl and now also on Sara he quickly finishes "you need to hurry, she's lost a lot of blood." he hangs up as Sara pulls her jacket off balls it up and uses to put pressure on the girls bleeding stomach. "What the hell happened here tonight" he asks no one in particular as the young girls eyes start to flutter shut.

"no stay awake" Sara yells at her giving her shoulder a quick shake. The girls eye open again.

"please help me" she whispers softly to Sara before loosing consciousness.

A woman entered the lobby of the Las Vegas CSI crime lab, she looked unsure of herself, though this was not to unusual for strangers coming to the lab, Judy the receptionist, couldn't help but think she looked oddly familiar. Though she looked to be in her late 50's there was still traces of brown in her now mostly grey hair. She was also a rather tall slender woman, quite attractive for her age, though her nose tilted to the left a little as though it may have once been broken and not been reset properly and the signs of a scar across her cheek. Judy also noted a sadness in her eyes as the reached the desk.

"hi, um, I was wondering, um… is Sara here" she stuttered as if not sure of the she was asking.

" Sara Sidle" Judy asked as she now saw the similarities, at the woman nod she continued, "she is out at a crime scene at the moment, she may not be back for hours."

"no, I'll wait" was all the reply Judy received before the woman turned away and took a seat in a bay of chairs along one of the walls of the building.

thanks for reading my first chapter. this is my first CSI fic and i hope you enjoyed. i can't wait to hear some feedback...