MEMORIES:

Chapter 1 – Finding Emily

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Kelly Clarkson in mentioned in a few chapters, so I don't own any of her songs or anything else of hers.

Summary: A case really hits home for Sara, and she opens up to Grissom about her childhood. Then her past comes back to haunt her when her mother is released from prison. GSR!

Rating: M (for the language/content, not that)

A/N: This doesn't have a beta, so all mistakes are mine. Also, this fic has some content that may not be appropriate for some people. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT WHEN CHILDREN ARE ABUSED, OR IF YOU DO NOT LIKE ABORTIONS!!!

Grissom walked into the break room where Sara and Catherine were relaxing. They both looked over at him when he walked in. They noticed his grim expression and perked up.

"Okay, we've got an apparent murder," he said. "There was an anonymous 911 call to the house...when the police arrived, they found a man, dead from multiple stab wounds. They also found the man's wife covered in blood, a knife clutched in her hands."

"So, why are we needed?" asked Catherine. "The husband probably cheated or pissed the wife off, so she snapped, crime solved."

"Or, the husband abused her and she had enough and stabbed him," said Sara bitterly.

"Okay, that's enough!" interrupted Grissom. "Let's get going."

They walked towards the car. Grissom lingered behind to talk to Sara.

"Are you going to be alright with this case, hon?" he asked with concern. "You know, with your childhood and all?"

"I'll be fine," she said with a smile, touched at his concern. "I'm glad you care, though."

He smiled brightly at her. He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to the car. They arrived at the crime scene, and saw Brass (flanked with a few policed officers) talking to a blood-covered woman. The CSIs got out of the SUV and walked up to Brass and the house.

"Okay, can you guys work the interior?" asked Grissom. "Split it up however you want."

The two women walked inside the house, and were immediately met with the stench copper. The two CSIs instinctively opened their mouths' and started breathing through them, as they were trained. They walked into the bedroom and saw blood covering the walls. Blood was also pooling around the floor next to the body.

"I'm, uh, gonna process the rest of the house...if you don't mind, of course," said Sara, fighting back the bile that arose in her throat.

"Go ahead," said Catherine, oblivious to her coworker's discomfort.

Sara walked out of the bedroom, and saw a closed door opposite the bedroom. Sara pulled out her gun and opened the door cautiously. She saw that it was another bedroom, most likely a girl's. The walls were a soft, light pink, and posters of Kelly Clarkson littered the walls. Sara looked around the room, and saw a few photographs. Her eyes landed on one photograph in particular. It was a full-body photograph of a man, specifically, the dead man in the other room. The photograph was very large, and had some very disturbing phrases written on it. "Because of you, I am afraid," "Because of you, I don't trust anyone around me," and "I was so young!" were written in red capital letters right on the crotch of the man's pants. Also, the phrases, "I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh, everyday of my life," "You never thought of anyone else, you just saw you pain," "Now I cry in the middle of the night, for the same damn thing!" and "Because of you, I try my hardest just to forget everything!" were written across the photograph. Sara knew that these phrases – or should she say, lyrics – came from Kelly Clarkson's song Because of You.

Suddenly, movement in the corner of the room caught Sara's eye. She whipped around, and was met by the gaze of a young girl.

"Please help me!" the girl pleaded.

The girl was no older than 15 years old, and was scared to death. Sara then saw that the teen was in only her underwear. Her wrists and ankles were cut up, probably from being tied up. Bruises peppered the girl's pale skin. Her blonde hair was tangled. Fear was evident in the teen's electric-blue eyes. Sara rushed up to the terrified girl and called out, "Cath, call a medic!"

Catherine burst into the room, startled.

"Sara, you okay?" she asked.

"Yes, just get a medic!" said Sara. "Preferably female, please."

Sara turned her attention back to the petrified girl. She grasped her hand and asked, "What's your name?"

"Emily," squeaked the girl. "Yours?"

"I'm Sara...I work for the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Okay, Emily, help is coming," said Sara.

A few seconds later, two paramedics rushed in, Grissom was right behind them.

"Griss, could you please leave?" asked Sara. "Not trying to be rude, but she's uh...she doesn't have clothes on."

He nodded and walked back outside. They loaded Emily into the ambulance, and Sara said, "I'm gonna go with her."

Grissom nodded his understanding and said, "Try and get her statement if you can."

Sara nodded and hopped into the ambulance. She sat down next to Emily and said, "Everything's going to be okay."

A/N: That song, Kelly Clarkson's Because of You, is so freakin' awesome! I highly recommend it! Aw, hell, I recommend both of her CDs, Thankful and Breakaway! Well, let me know if you liked it or hated it...I am open to any comments (good or bad) because I would like to improve my writing.