CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Fallen Butterfly
Chapter Nine- Forever Falling Snow
Sara was jerked awake when she felt herself meet the hard carpet floor.
"Wh-"she begun confused.
"Shut Up!" Lurie snapped, he was standing by a dark wooden desk. Various pieces of complicated machinery littered its surface; Sara recognized all of it as high notch police gear. Lurie was turning the knob of a police scanner trying to catch a particular channel. Sara took teh chance to glanc around groggily, realizing she was in the lounge room. She lay at the foot of the lounge, which was dark and puffy. The chocolate furniture was bathed in warm light from the nearby kitchen. So different to the shed Sara had taken residence in for the past few days. She had lost count of how many times Lurie had visited her in there and given her a cruel beating, which only kept getting worse and worse. The inside of the shed looked like someone had butchered half a dozen pigs. Sara knew she had lost a lot of blood, which wasn't good. She also supported many new injuries, which were hurting her a lot at the moment. Sara jumped as she suddenly heard a raspy voice ring out over the silence;
'- CSI Las Vegas Lab issuing all police cars to rally to the following address: 'Property no. 101- Forefront Mountain Rd-' Lurie's hand slipped as his address was read out, with a muttered curse he flipped it back to the channel, '- suspect believed to be a tall six foot, graying haired man. A CSI Sidle held captive, tall brunette. Do not shoot to kill before victim is cleared-'
"Damn it!" Lurie cursed; he aimed his gun at the scanner and fired, making Sara gasp at the impact. The scanner blew up, and Sara had to shield her head when some of the broken pieces flew towards her. Never the less her mind was working furiously.
'They've found me!' her heard skipped a beat, seriously hoping this wasn't dream, 'They found me! Wait-'
"You!" Lurie snapped at her, "Get up!"
Sara remained motionless, her mind preoccupied. With a snarl Lurie grabbed her shoulder and hoisted her up. She cried out from the pain in her ribs and leg, which were protesting against her body. She was bleeding from several cuts, some of them bigger than others but they sure hurt! There was a terrible gash on her forehead from where Lurie had knocked her out, and it refused to stop bleeding, this worried Sara. She might eventually end up with a concussion. And she was positive her sides were about to split when Lurie dragged her out the front door. He didn't bother to lock it as he spun Sara around.
And what she sure made her jaw drop in surprise and shock…
"Brass!" Grissom yelled through the open window of the Tahoe. As it slowed down, he opened the door and jumped out running over to meet his friend.
"Hey Griss, wait!" Brass said quickly, "We have to make sure they're really here first-"
Grissom glanced at the large white house, which was towering over the many black clad uniforms surrounding its outside. Each officer held a long gun, aimed coldly toward the doors, windows and anything else posing as a threat.
"What do you mean?" Grissom practically shouted, "We have to hang around here and wait for him to do something else to her?"
Before Brass or anybody else could stop him, Grissom shoved passed the police guards and made a run for teh front door. He hadn't even reached the threshold when he sensed something was wrong. His blood ran cold as he pushed passed the creaking door, and into the living room. There was a steady stream of blood running from the edge of the couch all the way out the front door. Pieces of what once was a police scanner, lay shattered all over the room.
"Grissom!" Nick yelled as he skidded through the entrence. He stopped short as he tried to avoid the blood.
"Griss!" Warrick and Catherine appeared right behind their co-worker, taking in the scene with their renewed eyes.
But Grissom wasn't paying attention to them, his eyes traveled to the other blood lines which were leading to the couch.
"Look there" he told his team, pointing to the patterns, "It looks like somebody dragged a body over to the couch."
Catherine stepped over to the sofa, "Guys" she said bending over to observe the markings, "This trail leads out to the backyard."
Without hesitation they all cautiously made their way through the backdoor, following the barley visible boot marks and blood stains through the snow until they came upon the shed.
"You ready for this?" Grissom asked turning over to the others, laying his hand on the handle of the shed. They all nodded, Nick and Warrick each holding a gun. Taking a deep breath Grissom pried open the door. It was finally ripped open seconds later, sunlight flooding the space inside. And what the team saw inside made their knees shake with an effort to remain standing. Blood, a very large amount, covered everything. The walls, floor, the gardening tools and everything else it could touch.
Catherine fought to cover the nausea, "What...What the hell is this?!"
Nick opened his mouth to reply, but found this was a bad idea as he turned away and threw up in the snow. Warrick turned away reaching in the opposite direction. Grissom leaned heavily against the doorframe. It wasn't the blood which made him feel sick, it was guessing which person it belonged to. If Sara had lost this much, she might already be dead. Grissom felt tears burning his eyes, he closed them. He could hear the sound of multiple footsteps rushing over to them. But his mind was numb, how could this be happening? Why him, why Sara? All he wanted to do was find her, take her home and hold her in the warmth of his house. But instead he was stuck here in the freezing cold snow, his lover's blood scaring his eyes.
"Holy cow…" Brass muttered as he spotted inside of the shed, "Woah."
Catherine's face turned sour as she went to help the two boys.
"Grissom, we've secured the house" Brass said slowly unable to tear his eyes from the shed, "There's nobody here, but we did find this. It's adressed to you, I'm so sorry."
Grissom opened his eyes, and found Brass holding out a piece of folded paper for him. He took it and began to read…
Sara couldn't believe it was snowing. Of all the places in the world, Vegas! Sara would have enjoyed it, but not under these circumstances. Not when she was being carted around like a disposable doll in the mountains, with a maniac who thought she was his dead lover. No, Sara didn't like that at all. And as she glanced out the window, to the falling snow which was no doubt beautiful, she couldn't help but wonder what Grissom was doing. Her heart throbbed as she yet again recalled his last words with her, and her last words to him. She regretted it all at once as she had turned her back to him and walked away, away to the crime scene where she was kidnapped. God, they had gotten into so many fights lately, and she felt so bad about every one of them.
A single tear slid down her cheek as she leaned her head against the cool window, adding a bit of a relief to her throbbing head. The tear rolled over her skin and flew down falling onto her lap. What she wasn't aware of, was at that very moment her tear was just like Grissom, as he himself fell to his knees reading the letter in the cold snow miles away.
She sighed and tried to ignore Lurie who was turning the air conditioning on to a nice warm temperature. He quickly glanced at Sara and then drove his car on, up the slanted road and into the forever falling snow…
A/N: Sorry for the late update. Something got in the way. Yet again thanks for the reviews everyone! My head Is actually throbbing right now. I can feel a huge headache coming on. Well, tell me what you think!
Sarah
