Hey all! OMG, I am so so sorry that I haven't updated in forever! Really sorry. I've been busy with exams, but they're all over now! Than God!
I just wanted to thank those 3 beautiful people who have reviewed my story for the last chapter… a.girl.named.jake, ayesha84 and thegreatbluespoon. You guys are legendary for sticking with me even though I rarely update and have randomly broken hiatuses. I truly thank you.
This one's for you Jess coz I promised you it wouldn't be three months, and I think I've some mighty close to breaking that promise…I don't know if you've ever played guitar, but for the purposes of my story, you have! K? And this is your early birthday present:) Told you I was a good kiss ass. ;)
For the record, I have finished writing out the remainder of the story, I just need to type it all up. And I have also started planning for a 3rd in the series.
Peace and Love
Em
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Instincts
Chapter Three
Safety
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"So, tell me about this band Lindsey's in?" Sara asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the almost asleep Annabelle.
The pair were in the hospital room. Catherine had just dropped in to check on the family before she returned to work. It was also to allow Grissom to go home, have a shower and grab some food that hadn't been snap frozen and then re-heated.
The two had always shared an "almost bond". It had almost broken after Sara had made jabs at Catherine's sexuality, but deep down they knew they could go to each other for nearly anything. The fact that they were both mothers now was a bond that no one was going to break in a hurry.
"Lindsey's the vocalist." She paused, "Did you get that Sara, vocalist. Not singer. Apparently that's too generic."
Sara laughed, causing Annabelle to stir slightly, "Shh, sweetie, go back to sleep," she whispered, rocking her gently.
Catherine smiled, "Maybe I should go. You're tired." She said, rising out of her seat.
"No, stay. Really, we're fine. At least until Gil gets back. I'm not the biggest fan of hospital rooms."
She nodded and suck back into the chair, "OK, so there's Amy and Jess on bass and guitar. And then, the only guy in the band, Joel on drums."
"Ooo, Joel hey?"
"Yeah, Joel." Catherine stated with disgust, "He has that whole hair hanging in the face thing going on. I don't know what Linds sees in him anyway."
"You say she's the singer and he's the drummer?"
"Vocalist, yeah."
Sara smiled, "They're a match made in Heaven."
"How do you know?"
"Personal experience."
"You were in a band?"
"Vocalist myself, actually," Sara said, mock proudly.
"You sang?" Catherine asked, her eyebrows almost shooting through the roof.
"I could carry a tune. That's all they cared about in Junior High music class."
Catherine laughed, "I hear you," then she suddenly turned serious, "Not Lindsey though. She's really good, Sara."
"You're worried she'll turn out like Eddie aren't you? A washed up entertainer?"
"I'm worried she'll grow up to be like anyone in her family."
"Cath, it may have taken you a while, but you turned out alright. If Lindsey is half the woman you are she should be proud."
"Wow. I don't think I've ever been paid such a compliment."
"It's all these hormones," Sara laughed.
"Trust me, I know."
The pair were trying to contain their giggles when Grissom walked in five minutes later, a few take out boxes in tow.
"Well, that's my cue to leave, I think." Catherine said as she once again rising out of her seat.
"You can stay if you want. I have Chinese." Grissom held up the boxes to demonstrate his point, "I had to smuggle them past the head nurse out there. She'd do well on our team…very keen eye."
Cath smiled, "No, really I should be going. I have my faux robbery to attend to."
"Faux robbery?" Sara asked.
"Yeah, over at the Bank of America on 4th. The guys didn't get anything, but because they were armed there's a lot of paper work."
"I don't miss that." Sara said as Grissom lifted Annabelle from her lap and lay her down in the crib next to her bed.
"I bet you don't," Catherine said, envying Sara more and more, "I'll try stop by tomorrow," she added as she opened the door and stepped out.
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They were beautiful. Really beautiful.
The blue reflected off the sky through the window into the diamonds, making the sapphire in the centre impossibly blue.
The way they swung close to her mother's shoulders put Sara in a daze. The hypnotizing swing and the dazzling colour amongst the stillness almost distracted a young Sara from the other harsh colour in the room.
Red.
Everywhere.
On the walls, on the dresser, on the bed, the doorframe, the knife, her mother's hands…her father's chest.
The blue almost distracted her…
"Honey, wake up. Sara. It's a dream Honey." Grissom lightly brought Sara back to reality, "Are you OK?"
It took a moment for Sara to fully realize where she was, but once she got her bearings she assured her husband that she was fine.
"I need you to do something for me though."
"Sure."
"I need you to check my safety deposit box for me."
He gave her a funny look, like he wasn't sure he'd heard her right.
"Babe, please. It's these hormones or instincts or whatever, but I need you to check my safety deposit box. It's at the same bank Catherine was working that robbery and I know she said they didn't get anything, but I just need to be sure. I just have a feeling."
"OK. But don't you want me here?"
"I'll be fine. Gotta face my fear some time. Plus I have Bella with me."
"Alright, but call me if anything's wrong."
"I will. The key's in my bag."
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"I'm sorry Mr. Grissom. That is one of our most highly secure boxes. I cannot allow anyone other Ms. Sidle to check that box." The bank manager, Damien, quickly spun off his spiel before turning to walk away, but Grissom caught up with him again.
"Mr. Sage, I think you would find that it's Mrs. Grissom now, and if you would care to check your computer for updates, I think you would find that my wife signed to allow myself access to her safety deposit box."
Damien had already pulled up a computer and was tapping away. Within seconds he was nodding in affirmation of the information Grissom had just given him, "OK, Mr. Grissom, I'm just going to have to see some identification."
Grissom whipped out his work ID, complete with badge for emphasis.
"Thank you. If you would like to accompany me to the safety deposit boxes."
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"Sara!" Grissom came bursting through the hospital doors awakening both Sara and Annabelle as he did so, "My God, sorry Honey. Sorry Bella. I didn't mean to wake you." He said rushing to the bed to kiss his wife and daughter hello.
"It's OK Hon, I had to feed her anyway," Sara said groggily, as she lowered her gown to feed Annabelle, "What's wrong anyway?" she added, having forgotten about the safety deposit box in her nightmare free slumber.
Gil sat on the edge of the bed, straightening up Bella's blanket as she drank, "What was in it? I couldn't get a straight answer out of any of the employees. They were just flabbergasted that 'they were gone'"
"They're gone?" Sara said, her eye's widening.
"Honey, that's really not helping me out."
Sara was completely ignoring every word coming from Gil's mouth. She had near gone into shock at the word 'gone'. "Oh my God, where's Catherine? Has she brought in those men for questioning? Have they analysed the box? Fingerprints, fibres, DNA, particles, epithelials maybe the robber scraped himself." Going into work mode was her way of coping, but just as suddenly as it had come over her, another emotion hit, panic, "God Gil, we have to get them back. Have they found them?" Had it not been for Annabelle curled up in her chest, Sara would have been out the door, solving the crime herself.
"Sara, I need you to calm down. Please. We will get back whatever was in that box." Grissom reasoned.
She knew she had to calm herself and no sooner than she had thought it, her breathing started to even out and deepen, "Sorry. I-I…just. Gil, there's something I have to tell you."
"I gathered that."
She took another deep breath, reposition Bella and began, "Just after Mum…after that day, Mum gave me some earrings. She told me that if I ever got into trouble financially that these earrings would get me out." As an aside she added, "I guess it was her way of apologizing for ruining my childhood," she said bitterly, "She wore them when she, you know, when she did it. I remember them so vividly. So blue against all the red.
"I washed them so thoroughly, but I could still see the pain, so I put them in safe keeping and bounced them around wherever I went."
"I was curious a few years ago about how 'supportive' they are, so I got them out of safe keeping and had them valued." She looked down at her daughter, "If those bastards have stolen Annabelle's school and college tuition, I'm gonna make them wish they were dead.
"It's not about me, it's about a stable future for my little girl. Those earrings are worth a quarter of a million dollars."
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So I hope this makes up for my lack of activity over the last couple of months. :)
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Peace and Love
Em
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