Where Are You?
Chapter 3: We're Coming
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, only the strange thoughts running through this mind I was given.
Spoilers: Let's just say Season Seven, even though it's mainly Living Doll. This fic is my take on how the Season 8 premier will go.
Summary: Grissom is desperately trying to find Sara. Will he get there in time?
A/N: This isn't beta-ed, so all the mistakes are mine. I am only human, so there are bound to be some mistakes, but I'll try my hardest to keep the errors to a minimum.
Sara groaned and tried to get up. She stopped immediately and cried out when pain ripped through her. She lay back down and took deep breaths, noticing that it was hard for her to breathe. She closed her eyes and tried to remember where she was and what the heck happened.
FLASHBACK:
Sara was walking back to her car and she heard her name being called. She looked around for the person and was met with a fist. She fell to the ground then felt the woman press a moist cloth to her face. She struggled as she smelled alcohol on the cloth, but blacked out shortly.
She awoke later to see an overturned Mustang waiting in the desert. The car was held up by a car-jack and a young woman was walking over to her.
"Sara, so nice of you to join me," she said in a sickly sweet voice. "They'll never find you...you're going to die out here. Poor Gil, he'll be so heart-broken...oh well, that's what he gets for taking away Ernie's life."
The young woman pressed the cloth to Sara's face again and she black out.
END FLASHBACK
Sara's heart started pounding in her chest as she realized she was under that car. Starting to feel claustrophobic, Sara attempted to get out from under her prison. Each attempt was useless. Pain seared through Sara every time she moved and that scared her. She took calming breaths and tried to keep her head on. She maneuvered her body ever so slightly so that she could assess her injuries. She knew for a fact that she broke several ribs, probably punctured a lung, had several lacerations, and several bruises. Sara touched her back to see if it was cut up...it was. She pulled her hand away and it was covered with sticky, red blood.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she felt her stomach. Nothing felt wrong with it, and she prayed to God that He would keep her and her unborn child safe. She stuck her hand out from under the car, and it instantly became soaked and cold. She kept it out in the rain, just incase someone happened to see her.
She tried to slowly move out from under the car, but the vehicle was pinning her under. She twisted her body to look at her legs and vomited at the sight; the car had ripped them apart and blood was caked on them. She tried to move them but screamed as pain shot through her legs. The tears she had been holding back fell, and her body racked with sobs. Pain tore through her chest each time she took a deep, shuddering breath, causing more tears to flow. She willed herself to calm down, and she finally allowed herself to cry, but made sure that she didn't take too many deep breaths.
"Where are you, Gil?" she whispered. "I need you right now. I'm so scared and alone...please find me. I love you...and I'm sorry."
CSICSICSICSICSICSICSICSICSICSICSI
Meanwhile, back at CSI, Nick and Warrick were calling local toe-truck companies to see if any of them drove a totaled red Mustang out to the desert. Nick finally got luck and he, Warrick, and Sophia drove to the company. The manager was waiting for them, and so was a nervous-looking man. The group walked over and Sophia said, "We heard that you may have some useful information for us?"
"Yes, I, I toed a wrecked red Mustang out into the desert yesterday," said the nervous man. "Uh, a young woman asked me to toe it out...her name was, I don't know, Natasha, maybe?"
"Natalie Davis?" asked Nick hopefully, showing him a photograph of their suspect.
"Yeah, that's, that's her," he said. "She was muttering stuff under her breath. She looked like a real psycho...singing a weird song all the time. She asked me to drive the car out to the desert for her...she didn't tell me why, though."
"Where did you drop off the car?" asked Warrick.
"Uh, could I look at a map?" he asked.
"Sure," sad Warrick, retrieving a map from his truck. "There you go, sir."
He looked at the map and pointed to a patch of desert off of Interstate 15.
"She told me to drag it out there...then she asked me if she could take the car into the desert," he said. "She paid me two hundred dollars, so I let her drive it into the desert. She was gone maybe twenty minutes before she came back with the truck. She thanked me, paid me, and dismissed me...that's all I got for you, sorry."
"No, no, no...you helped us a lot," said Sophia. "Thank you very much for your time and cooperation. We may be in touch later."
The two CSIs and the detective left and went back to the lab. Warrick had circled the area of where Sara might be several times in a red marker. He and Nick burst into Grissom's office and said, "We may have a location."
He showed his boss the map and Grissom said, "Get helicopters...as many as you can. I'll get the rest of the crew. Meet me in my office when you've called them."
"Yes, sir," said the two younger men, and they left.
Grissom left his office to get his team gathered. As he walked, he murmured, "We're coming, Sara...hang on."
A/N: Sorry I didn't have this up during the weekend. I went to see the new Harry Potter movie, and I got the 7th book...so I was busy reading the whole weekend. Tell me if you still like it, hate it, or if you want a specific thing happen in the fic. I would also like to know whether or not you want me to let Sara's baby survive.
