Hi, I apologize to all the males out there who don't get my feminine humor.
If you don't get what I am joking about, look it up or ask your parents.
Chapter 4
Sara woke up a second time. Her head still hurt, but her neck didn't. She put her hand on her head and felt something weird. She pulled her hand away from her head and looked at it. There was something red on her hand. Blood. The recollection hit her. But why was it on her? She had to find a mirror. She sat up slowly, checking for any broken bones. There weren't any. She stood up even slower and looked around. She was in a small, dark room. The only lights were two hanging from the ceiling. They cast a dull glow on the black walls. She could barely see anything. She started to walk around slowly. She almost tripped over something and noticed that it was a pen. "Why is this here?" she asked herself. She looked up and saw the walls. All over the walls was writing. Before she could read it the door opened. Sara spun around. A man was standing in the doorway. In his hand he held a plate of food and a water bottle.
"I see that you're awake," he said, placing the food on the ground. He walked over to her and touched her head. Sara pulled away. "I am going to have to see that, Christine," he said.
"Bastard," was all Sara said.
"Now, now Christine. You know better than to speak like that. If you want to write me a note, you can, on the wall," he said. "Now, about that cut."
"Don't touch me!" Sara commanded. She pulled away and headed to the back of the room.
The man smiled. "I see that you are in a bad mood, we can talk later. Please, eat," the man said, he left the room and locked the door.
Sara looked at the food. It was some salad, an apple, and a piece of bread. Even though she was hungry she pushed it away. She would not let him order her around. "God, where is Grissom?" she asked herself. Sara felt dizzy again.
"How much blood have I lost?" she asked the air. She fell back into the small cot and almost fainted. 'Definitely lost too much blood' she thought to herself. The dizziness took over her. She fell back into unconsciousness.
CSI
"Hey, Grissom, have you seen Sara? I have the results," Greg said, coming up to Grissom that night.
"No, I haven't seen her," Grissom said.
"Ok," Greg said, giving Grissom a folder, "here are those results the three of you wanted."
"Thanks, Greg," Grissom said. "And if you see her, tell her to come to my office."
"Will do," Greg said, he walked off.
Grissom rubbed his temples, fighting off a headache. "Sara, where the hell are you?" he asked himself.
"Hey, Grissom," Eckile said, coming up behind him.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"Heard your officer is missing, filed a report yet?" Eckile asked.
"It hasn't been 48 hours yet, if she is still missing by then I will file a report," Grissom said.
"Well, aren't you grumpy today," Eckile said, clearly trying to taunt him.
"Eckile, one of my officers left without leaving a hint or a trace. I happen to be worried," Grissom said.
"Yeah, especially since she fits that serial killer's MO almost perfectly," Eckile said.
"I noticed, the only difference is the hair length," Grissom said. His beeper beeped.
"Listen, I have to go, we can talk later," Grissom said.
"Wonderful," Eckile said. Grissom walked off.
"You're welcome," Catherine said, meeting him at a corner.
"Thanks a lot, I knew I would get hounded by him eventually," Grissom said.
"Are you really going to wait 48 hours?" Catherine asked, sounding concerned.
"Of course not, I'm not an idiot. Those rules don't apply when they disappear on duty," Grissom said.
"So when are you?" Catherine asked.
"Now, of course," Grissom said. "It's been to long. She would have called us if she left on our own accord. She knows that we will be worried about her."
"I hope so," Catherine said to herself.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Grissom asked.
Catherine looked at him, clear concern in her eyes. "Figure it out, and then talk to Sara. And not just talking to her. Really talk to her," Catherine said.
"I do talk to her," Grissom said, trying to defend himself.
"No you don't," Catherine said.
"Yes I do," Grissom said.
"Look, I'm not going to argue with you over this," Catherine said. "But you don't know Sara at all, or know what goes on inside her head. You close up so much around her that she can't actually talk with you." After she said what she wanted to say Catherine walked away. Grissom stared at her openmouthed.
"Grissom, wassup?" Nick asked, coming up behind him.
"Damn, Nick," Grissom said.
"Sorry," Nick said. "I heard. Have you filed a report?"
"God, does everyone know?" Grissom asked. "And, no, I haven't. I was about to."
"Yes, everyone knows. And good, for filing a report," Nick said.
"Nick, don't you and Catherine have a case?" Grissom asked.
"Yeah, why?" Nick responded.
"Get off mine," Grissom said, he walked off.
"Someone's not in a very good mood today," Nick said.
Grissom walked down to Brass's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in," Brass said. "Grissom!" he sounded surprise.
"Hello, Brass. I'm guessing you heard," Grissom said.
"About what? Why are you down here?" Brass asked.
"You haven't heard about Sara?" Grissom asked.
"No, what about her?" Brass asked.
"She's missing. I want to fill out a missing persons report," Grissom said. Brass stared at him.
"She's missing?" Brass asked.
"Yes."
"How long?"
"About 2 o'clock yesterday, at a crime scene."
"I'll file it immediately."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
A beeper interrupted their 'conversation'. The two men both look at their beepers.
"Mine," Grissom said. "Greg."
"Great," Brass said, "I'll see you at the next murder."
Grissom rolled his eyes and walked out.
Warrick and Grissom met Greg in the lab.
"I have your results," Greg said.
"Great, what are they?" Grissom asked.
"I have to warn you," Greg said, "they aren't happy."
"Just tell us the god damn results," Warrick said.
"Fine," Greg said. "In that smear you found, Warrick, there were to different DNA's."
"Who's?" Warrick asked.
"Well," Greg said, "one belonged to the victim. But the other belonged too…"
"Who, Greg?" Grissom asked impatiently.
"Sara."
Chapter 4
Sara woke up a second time. Her head still hurt, but her neck didn't. She put her hand on her head and felt something weird. She pulled her hand away from her head and looked at it. There was something red on her hand. Blood. The recollection hit her. But why was it on her? She had to find a mirror. She sat up slowly, checking for any broken bones. There weren't any. She stood up even slower and looked around. She was in a small, dark room. The only lights were two hanging from the ceiling. They cast a dull glow on the black walls. She could barely see anything. She started to walk around slowly. She almost tripped over something and noticed that it was a pen. "Why is this here?" she asked herself. She looked up and saw the walls. All over the walls was writing. Before she could read it the door opened. Sara spun around. A man was standing in the doorway. In his hand he held a plate of food and a water bottle.
"I see that you're awake," he said, placing the food on the ground. He walked over to her and touched her head. Sara pulled away. "I am going to have to see that, Christine," he said.
"Bastard," was all Sara said.
"Now, now Christine. You know better than to speak like that. If you want to write me a note, you can, on the wall," he said. "Now, about that cut."
"Don't touch me!" Sara commanded. She pulled away and headed to the back of the room.
The man smiled. "I see that you are in a bad mood, we can talk later. Please, eat," the man said, he left the room and locked the door.
Sara looked at the food. It was some salad, an apple, and a piece of bread. Even though she was hungry she pushed it away. She would not let him order her around. "God, where is Grissom?" she asked herself. Sara felt dizzy again.
"How much blood have I lost?" she asked the air. She fell back into the small cot and almost fainted. 'Definitely lost too much blood' she thought to herself. The dizziness took over her. She fell back into unconsciousness.
CSI
"Hey, Grissom, have you seen Sara? I have the results," Greg said, coming up to Grissom that night.
"No, I haven't seen her," Grissom said.
"Ok," Greg said, giving Grissom a folder, "here are those results the three of you wanted."
"Thanks, Greg," Grissom said. "And if you see her, tell her to come to my office."
"Will do," Greg said, he walked off.
Grissom rubbed his temples, fighting off a headache. "Sara, where the hell are you?" he asked himself.
"Hey, Grissom," Eckile said, coming up behind him.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"Heard your officer is missing, filed a report yet?" Eckile asked.
"It hasn't been 48 hours yet, if she is still missing by then I will file a report," Grissom said.
"Well, aren't you grumpy today," Eckile said, clearly trying to taunt him.
"Eckile, one of my officers left without leaving a hint or a trace. I happen to be worried," Grissom said.
"Yeah, especially since she fits that serial killer's MO almost perfectly," Eckile said.
"I noticed, the only difference is the hair length," Grissom said. His beeper beeped.
"Listen, I have to go, we can talk later," Grissom said.
"Wonderful," Eckile said. Grissom walked off.
"You're welcome," Catherine said, meeting him at a corner.
"Thanks a lot, I knew I would get hounded by him eventually," Grissom said.
"Are you really going to wait 48 hours?" Catherine asked, sounding concerned.
"Of course not, I'm not an idiot. Those rules don't apply when they disappear on duty," Grissom said.
"So when are you?" Catherine asked.
"Now, of course," Grissom said. "It's been to long. She would have called us if she left on our own accord. She knows that we will be worried about her."
"I hope so," Catherine said to herself.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Grissom asked.
Catherine looked at him, clear concern in her eyes. "Figure it out, and then talk to Sara. And not just talking to her. Really talk to her," Catherine said.
"I do talk to her," Grissom said, trying to defend himself.
"No you don't," Catherine said.
"Yes I do," Grissom said.
"Look, I'm not going to argue with you over this," Catherine said. "But you don't know Sara at all, or know what goes on inside her head. You close up so much around her that she can't actually talk with you." After she said what she wanted to say Catherine walked away. Grissom stared at her openmouthed.
"Grissom, wassup?" Nick asked, coming up behind him.
"Damn, Nick," Grissom said.
"Sorry," Nick said. "I heard. Have you filed a report?"
"God, does everyone know?" Grissom asked. "And, no, I haven't. I was about to."
"Yes, everyone knows. And good, for filing a report," Nick said.
"Nick, don't you and Catherine have a case?" Grissom asked.
"Yeah, why?" Nick responded.
"Get off mine," Grissom said, he walked off.
"Someone's not in a very good mood today," Nick said.
Grissom walked down to Brass's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in," Brass said. "Grissom!" he sounded surprise.
"Hello, Brass. I'm guessing you heard," Grissom said.
"About what? Why are you down here?" Brass asked.
"You haven't heard about Sara?" Grissom asked.
"No, what about her?" Brass asked.
"She's missing. I want to fill out a missing persons report," Grissom said. Brass stared at him.
"She's missing?" Brass asked.
"Yes."
"How long?"
"About 2 o'clock yesterday, at a crime scene."
"I'll file it immediately."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
A beeper interrupted their 'conversation'. The two men both look at their beepers.
"Mine," Grissom said. "Greg."
"Great," Brass said, "I'll see you at the next murder."
Grissom rolled his eyes and walked out.
Warrick and Grissom met Greg in the lab.
"I have your results," Greg said.
"Great, what are they?" Grissom asked.
"I have to warn you," Greg said, "they aren't happy."
"Just tell us the god damn results," Warrick said.
"Fine," Greg said. "In that smear you found, Warrick, there were to different DNA's."
"Who's?" Warrick asked.
"Well," Greg said, "one belonged to the victim. But the other belonged too…"
"Who, Greg?" Grissom asked impatiently.
"Sara."