"My God." Said Grissom "She was at the crime scene."
Nick furrowed his brow. "So she salvages the car, and somehow gets it out to the desert, and grabs Sara, and puts her under it?"
Warrick concurred, looking from Nick to Gil in a hope to gain some insight. "I don't get it. What does Sara have to do with bleach?"
There was a pause. Catherine's heart seemed to beat out in hummingbird rhythm, a realisation coming to her.
All she could feel was total numbness. All she could think was thought in quick succession, over and over again. Now I'll never get to tell her how I felt. I could have saved her. Sara's gone. Sara's gone.
"I don't know. This just feels different." Her heart was breaking. It felt different, alright. It felt personal.
Grissom swallowed. "It is different." He exhaled. "This girl holds me responsible for the death of Ernie Dell. I took away the only person she ever loved, so she's gonna do the same thing to me"
Catherine turned around, the look of pain evident in her eyes. "The only person you've ever loved? Don't give me that crap, Gil! You've never loved anyone in your life, and what's worse is that you don't love Sara! Oh, you pretend to, but when you love someone it would rip out your heart, the very soul of you, when they're even in the slightest danger! She loves you so much, and you play her around, you use her as bait even, and she goes along with it all because you're the only person in this world she loves. So tell me, Gil, was it worth it? You're in love with the idea of being in love, and it almost got Sara killed! Is your messed up game done now? Or are you going to, oh, I don't know, marry her or something? Why are you so calm." Tears were streaming down her face, her perfect make-up undone, her perfect façade coming apart. She grabbed Grissom by the arms. "Goddamn it Grissom, answer me! You shouldn't be this calm! Why aren't you out there, tearing the desert apart, looking for the girl?"
There was a pause. The team stared blankly on. Catherine looked around, as if looking for support, and found none. Just more shell shocked faces, people who claimed to be Sara's friends, family even.
"Forget it." She threw her hands up in the air, as if giving up, and stormed out. "I'll find her my goddamned self."
All that worry, all that pain, and all that was left was one thought.
Just one.
What if she's dead?