Chapter 1: The scene
Little clouds of dirt swirled over her conservative boots as Sara Sidle strode over the the tiny house in the middle of no-where. Camera in hand she stooped down to inspect a vauge footprint, nodding cordially at the officer standing guard a little ways away from the door. She calculated the general size of the house, and wondered what horror could be inside this non-descript little home. She had no doubt, however, that it would be gruesome. More than ever before things had been hitting her just a little too hard.
Sara froze when she walked into newest scene. All Grissom had told her was "There was an anonymous phone call Reporting a DB at a house in the desert. Lots of bugs. You're with me on this one. We're leaving in 7 minutes, don't forget to stock your kit." Sara snorted. Like she would forget something as elemental as that...
The description she'd been given did absolutely no justice to the reality. There was a dead body; However, any physical features other than the general shape were completely obscured by the thousands of bugs crawling all over the place. She was completely disgusted; as she told Grissom years before, she never had gotten used to this part... Luckily, her thinking mind could push these facts aside and process the rest of the space.
The two science geeks processed the scene in a companionably silence, but something seemed just a little off about it; just a little...set up. Grissom had that customary squint around his eyes, meaning he was thinking. She knew without a doubt, that it was the same thought she had...was this a real crime scene?
In the corner Sarah noticed a hole that had been drilled into the wall. The thing that was really weird about it was that the splinters were coming out of the wall, towards them, it had been drilled from the other side. Alarm bells went off in her head. "Grissom..." she started.
"Sara" he said at the same time," I really need to you see this..." Sara turned and walked over to him, looking over his shoulder.
The blood that flowed through her veins seemed to freeze in that instant. Grissom had moved a lot of the bugs off of the "Body" in preserving them. Underneath an animal carcass sat, carved to resemble a human body. Branded into the side were the words "You only think you found me."
"Sara," Grissom started slowly, "Before you were here, there was a case very similar to this...one of my CSI's died...they were shot through a ho..." A look of horror swept across his face. "SARA!" he screamed, "GET DOWN!" he pushed her to the floor and she distantly saw, almost in slow motion, as she felt more than heard a loud bang. Grissom spun wildly, an arc of red splaying through the air. Grissom's body slammed hard into the floor. His eyes met with hers as she heard another bang. Sara screamed as she felt something like fire exploding into her thigh. Through hazy eyes she saw Grissom reach for the gun on her belt -hers was in reach- and be shaken by another blast. She was shocked when she saw his eyes sweeping the room, and catching on the hole in the wall. Somehow he leveled the gun and shot as close as he could to that minuscule target. Sara heard a scream and a thud. Suddenly the world seemed to come to a halt, the silence ringing through the air.
She scanned the area, looking for their cop. Lying outside the door was a body, head turned awkwardly away from them, with a pool of blood like a halo in the dirt. Well, there was her answer. Then she looked down at Grissom. He seemed to have a wound to the chest and another to his left shoulder. His lifeblood was pouring out, sweeping his soul away with every second. Sara knew what she had to do.
"Grissom" she rasped. "Grissom? Are you ... conscious?
Slowly his eyes opened. Her anxious brown eyes met his glazed blue ones. She dragged herself over to him, almost not even feeling her wound, in her concern for his. She grabbed the first Aid box out of the nearest kit and began tending to his wounds. She bandaged his shoulder and then ran out of gauze. "Damn" she muttered. She took off her shirt and ripped parts of it off, as makeshift bandages. She put pressure on his chest wound, to make sure that he didn't bleed out. "Come on Grissom" she murmured, "you can do it...hold on..Hold on." His eyes met hers in silent gratitude and with that he lapsed into blissful unconsciousness; putting his life in her hands.
Sara took the cell out of his pocket and called 911. She collected herself quickly before placing the call. "Yes, dispatcher, this is Sara Sidle of the Crime Scene investigation unit. I need to report a quadruple shooting. 2 perhaps dead...no I can't tell, 1 critically injured...and one possibly critically injured. Address 51 Sparrow road...25 miles off of the strip..." Sara then lost her composure. She heard the person on the other end of the line tell her that ambulances were on their way...but she couldn't listen. She was focusing on Grissom. Keeping pressure on his wounds She took another strip and tied a makeshift bandage around her own wound, gasping when the pain of it hit. She put what was left of her shirt back on, keeping enough pressure on Grissom's chest at all times. She waited there, the minutes before the ambulance seeming like long, long hours.
TBC
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