Author: Michelle Bryan

Title: Family Ties

Rating: T/PG13 (Language and sexual innuendo)

Pairings: S/OC Friendship, Slight GSR, G/OC

Summary: She is trying to find her Father but instead finds a family.

Disclaimer: CSI and its characters belong to Alliance Atlantis, CBS, Anthony Zuiker, and anyone else who puts money into the production…

Story Notes: The first few chapters are very Sara/OC centric. There is a mixture of case file and character angst. The second chapter is just about getting to know the background of my important OC character and a bit of Sara so if you plan on skipping that, you probably won't miss too important of info but it will help understand the action in the latter chapters.

A/N: This is my second fanfic placed on It's one that is closer to my heart then that of my first. This one is my longest story to date. Many emotions in this one. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

FAMILY TIES

Prologue

It was dark in the alley as he walked up to her sleeping form, looking around but not really giving a damn if anyone saw him. He didn't think anyone would call in the fact that a homeless girl was being raped anyway.

Slapping her upside the head, he woke her up then quickly covered her mouth with his hand to keep her screams muffled. He could tell this one was going to be a big thrill. He remembered being told that his first rape was always going to be the best of his career and this one, with all her feistiness, seemed like a nice handful.

She knew what was happening and what was going to happen. Her first instinct was to fight, no matter how much it hurt. She took a swing at his face.

He only smiled.

She scratched his cheek, leaving three bloody marks down the right side of his face.

His only laughed.

'It is fun.' He thought. He punched her and the scream that emanated from her throat only added to his arousal, as well as the resounding thud her head made as she was knocked unconscious from the cement.

Officer Davis reported to CSI Sara Sidle and Detective Sophia Curtis, "My partner and I found her in that alcove over there." He pointed to the dip in the building that surrounded the alley.

"She was lying beaten and unconscious, her pants down at her ankles. My partner grabbed photos quickly, just as the ambulance was pulling up." He handed them to Sara who faked a glance at them, not able to stomach the site at the moment, then placed them on her kit. "She's in her mid-to-late teens, about 5'3" and 135 pounds. She's pretty damn muscular for a short shit."

Sophia nodded as she took notes and Sara walked up to the alcove. "Did anyone touch anything else on her other then her cell phone and clothes?" Sara asked over her shoulder.

"Not that either my partner or I saw." Said Officer Gleaton, coming up behind his partner. "Since she's been conscious, she hasn't aloud anyone to touch her. Not even the paramedics." Sara nodded absentmindedly.

"What's her name?"

"We don't know. She won't talk to anyone either; won't give any details."

"Thanks." Sara walked up to the young teen. "Hi," The first thing she noticed was the familiarity of the girls piercing blue eyes, from where-she couldn't pinpoint. She shook head, her thoughts going back to the case. "My name is Sara Sidle. I'm with the crime lab."

The only response she received was the girl thrusting her hands towards Sara. Sara gave her a thoughtful expression. The girl shrugged. "I scratched him before he knocked me out. I should also have his hand print on my cheek soon." The young teens slight Irish accent mixed with her head injury made her words jumble together a little.

Sara stood shocked for a minute. 'How does she know what I'm looking for? Ahhh, she must watch those shows on TV.' Sara thought.

"I know what you're looking for because I'm not stupid so don't looked so shocked." The teen spat. Sara nodded and went to work on collecting the evidence from the girl.

When the teen noticed Sophia walking up to the back of the ambulance where she sat, she looked her in the eyes defiantly. "He was crouched down when he woke me up but if I had to judge then I would say he's approximately 5'10"-6' tall with broad shoulders. His hair was dirty blonde and spiky; his eyes, greenish-blue. He wore a corduroy jacket that looked a size too big and a pair of black jeans. He should have three long scratches along the right side of his face. I saw that he was bleeding from those cuts before he knocked me out. As I told your partner here, don't look at me all shocked like because I'm not stupid."

Sophia bit back a retort and focused on the questioning. "What's your name?"

"You got the story and the evidence from me now you do your job and find the bastard. Other then that, I don't have to tell you shit." She replied immediately.

Sara looked up at the girl sitting in front of her on the back of the ambulance and saw her jaw set stubbornly. She knew this wasn't a first time victim. 'And I bet the guy wasn't caught the last time judging by her reluctance towards police.' She thought.

Sophia pushed on. "We need your information."

"You … don't … need … shit." She growled.

"Yes we do. We need your contact information incase we need to talk to you again. Why don't you want us to have your info? Are you wanted for anything?" Sophia asked confidently.

"You know what? Fuck you Barbie Bitch…" She jumped down from the ambulance but stumbled and fell into Sara who caught her and pushed her back gently onto the bus.

"Whoa kid, settle. You probably have a concussion and if that is true then you jumping around and freaking out on authority isn't an ideal thing to do." Sara said soothingly.

"Fuck authority. I don't need your help. Didn't need it before, don't need it now." She replied firmly.

Sara nodded her head at the girl. "Fine, you don't need us but we need your help. Can you please hop into the back of the ambulance and change into these scrubs then bag your clothes?" When the girl snatched the scrubs from Sara then jumped into the back of the bus, Sara turned and this time nodded at the head EMT. "Take her to the hospital and get her stitched and fixed. Tell the nurse I want a sexual assault exam as well as x-ray photos and ultra-light photos for under-skin bruises. Please." She smiled to temper her demands.

Sophia turned her attention to officer Davis. "Follow her to the hospital and stay with her. When everything is done please bring her back to the station for more questioning." Officer Davis nodded and jumped into his vehicle, waiting for the bus to leave.

After receiving the bagged clothing from the head EMT, Sara packed the evidence into the back of the Denali then started off back to the lab.