Tortured Soul. Repost
Post dead doll , (Yes I know she left the series, but hey this is fiction right?)
I only own my imagination
Sofia has a dark side, will that endanger Sara? Read and find out Mwahahahaha. Twist at the end.
Well ok just give it a look anyway and I'd appreciate any reviews, mainly because I can't fix my writing problems without feedback. I also suck at summaries. Read and enjoy.
Drama, Mystery, maybe even a little humor later.
Chapter 1
Sofia was feeling very pleased and happy that Sara had survived that hell in the desert, however she wasn't happy that Grissom and Sara had declared their love for each other. She felt betrayed and shattered. She, Sofia, loved Sara. She simply had to so something but what, she didn't want to ruin Sara's life but wasn't her own happiness more important? She went home to think things through and plan.
Thoughts raced through her mind while she was awake, her dreams gave her other ideas, dark and evil ideas, all about how she could make Sara hers. Could she simply tell Sara and have her ditch Grissom? So she made a list of all her ideas.
Kill Grissom, help a grieving Sara.
Kill Grissom, steal Sara's heart.
Kill Grissom, kidnap Sara.
She didn't like any of those options so she crossed them off the list, she didn't want to hurt anyone physically. What other choices were there?
Sara leaves Grissom a goodbye note and resigns, involves kidnapping Sara.
Getting her to write the note would be hard indeed, so nope, cross that one off
'How the hell am I going to do this,' she thought.
It always came back to Grissom, and knowing he would search for her for ever.
An accident? Possible but how and what?
'Hmmm now I know but I need a few things first' she thought to herself.
Disguising her tracks as best she could and only paying in cash she went to an old auto wreckers yard, which also sold beat up old working vehicles, and bought two vehicles, both of which she converted to fit her needs. She then rented a disused house up in the woods and renovated part of it, the basement she left almost untouched apart from putting new locks on the doors and sparse furnishings, a cot, a portable toilet and some iron bars set into the stonework. She hung chains from the bars and tested them with all her strength, they held fast.
After all this was done she could put her plan into action and prayed she managed to handle it right, but then if she couldn't have Sara, no one could.
Tracing the route the two of them took from the crime lab to his townhouse wasn't hard and the day before she was ready to act she had parked the second vehicle close to the scene but out of sight. Neither vehicles had plates on so if she was careful they couldn't be traced to her. Being a former CSI paid off well in that regard, she knew what NOT to leave. She did think amazing that no cops saw her lack of plates though.
Grissom was driving that night, it was also raining heavily making progress difficult. He and Sara had been talking about their growing relationship, although he hadn't proposed as yet, he was almost ready to do so.
"At least we got those two cases solved tonight Sara, so we got off a little earlier, want to stop for food?" he asked innocently.
"That would sound really good Gil, if I wasn't so tired, right now my eyelids are demanding an inspection from the inside," she replied, clearly exhausted. Although the case load had been light, one had been a domestic and she refused to stop until it was done, which it now was.
At the last minute she and Grissom both saw the headlights coming for them and had no time to react before the sickening crash. The airbags saved them from any lethal collisions inside the car but Sara's head hit the side window and she lost consciousness. Grissom felt the car wrap around his legs as if possessed of a life force of its own, he was pinned, bleeding from broken glass and both of them were being soaked by the rain. He lost his grip on consciousness.
Please review, even if you hate it. I do promise you a twist at the end.