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Chapter 10: Rallying around Bailey
Now, Sam would protect any girl from the type of action he just saw a few minutes ago, but the moment he saw who he was protect tonight, he wanted to do more. He wanted find that young man and kill him, which scared him the moment he thought like that. But no one should have messed with this one.
He gasped a second later. "Bailey! Are you...I mean..."
Despite the situation, she couldn't help but speak with a small smile. "Who is having a tough time speaking now?"
He gave her a little smile before speaking again. "I can take you to the doctor's if you want?"
Bailey shook her head again. "I'm fine, but I need go to the police station. And I could have evidence on me, so that's why I shouldn't use your sweatshirt." Then she whispered softly. "Can you take me there?"
He nodded in understanding, then asked in a soft voice. "You sure? We can call the police if you want? Have them come to you."
She sniffled while shaking her head. "I feel safe with you." The actions he was showing, showed her that he cared for her, at least on some level.
He gave her another little smile before he replied as her words went right to his heart. "And that means lot to me." He paused before speaking again. "Alright, let's get you out of here."
She nodded, then after she fixed her shoes, they stood up from the grass before heading toward his vehicle, which as they were walking, he continued to give her enough space and had the light from his phone in front of her so she could see where she was walking until they were near street lights.
It had remained silent through the whole trip, but Sam's blood was still boiling on what almost happened to this beautiful girl.
After parking the vehicle in the front row of the parking lot at the station, they got out of his vehicle. Then just as they barely stepped in the building, Bailey heard her dad's voice booming as he was running up to her from the other side of the main room. "What the hell happened! Sweetheart, are you ok?"
She held out her left hand before he could touch her. "I need you to scrape under my nails, I scratched him on the cheek, and I may have other trace of him on me."
Grissom nodded with amazement that his daughter was already thinking like a criminalist, then he took a breath while trying to calm his racing heart and blood pressure on seeing his little girl with bruises and her hair messed up.
When he was calm enough, he finally spoke. "I'll get another CSI on this. Anything else happened besides the bruises on your cheek and wrists?"
The moment he asked that question, he prayed to god nothing did, or nothing was going to save the person who did this to her.
Bailey shook her head as she sniffled. "No, he tried. But I fought him as much as I could until Mr. Miller saved me."
Grissom's eyes finally landed on Sam, which Sam had noticed where Bailey got most of her looks the moment he saw Grissom run over here. Although, his eyes were in a very intimidating way that he's never seen in Bailey, but considering the circumstances, he understood.
Sam cleared his throat while holding out his hand a second later. "Sam Miller, I'm a student teacher in your daughter's math class. I was running in the park when I heard her yelling, so I..."
Grissom cuts him off as he shook the man's hand who saved his daughter. "Thank you, Mr. Miller."
Sam smiled said. "Please, Sam will do."
Grissom nodded as they released hands, then he turned his attention back to his daughter. "Tell me who did this, and I'll get the cops on it."
She took a breath before she replied. "It was Ross."
He looked at her with shock. "Your dance date?"
She nodded with tears in her eyes. "That's why I thought I was ok with him. If I knew I wasn't, I would have...I would have gotten...gotten a ride from..."
She stopped her stuttering and started crying, and not little sniffles Grissom was use to seeing since she's been in his care, they were full blown tears, which was something he hadn't seen since she was in the hospital when she found out about her adoptive parents.
But he couldn't comfort her like he wanted to yet, so he took a breath and turned to get a cop's attention so they could start looking for the young man, then he called a CSI from Day shift.
It wasn't an easy choice, but since everybody knew her from the night shift it would be too personal for all of them, so he thought it would be easier for everybody if he called someone else.
And while he was on the phone, he had kept his eyes on her the whole time. He also noticed that Sam hadn't moved an inch away from her, but also kept enough space so she wouldn't feel crowded, and was looking as angry as he felt, so a few questions may have skimmed through his mind a little about this young man.
Once the CSI came to the station, they took Bailey into the interrogation room so everything they needed could get collected and documented. Then after she was done, and Grissom had thanked her as she walked out of the room, he handed Bailey his coat so she could put it on before he finally got to wrap his arms around her, kissing the top of her head while whispering his love for her over and over.
When she had a nice long cry in the comfort of her father's arms, she pulled back, then he cupped her cheek as he asked. "They are going to need your statement, can you do that now?"
Bailey nodded as she asked. "Can Uncle Jim do it?"
Right now she wanted to surround herself with the men she knew she could trust, and Grissom understood that, so he nodded as he wiped away her tears, wishing he could wipe her bruises off of her too, because it was killing him on seeing them on her. "Of course. I'll call him so I won't have to leave."
"Ok, and you'll stay when I make the statement, right?"
He gave her a little smile. "Of course, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere." After she nodded, he kissed her on the forehead before pulling back and getting on the phone while she walked to one of the chairs at the table so she could sit down.
When he was done, he walked to the empty chair beside her while putting his phone back in his pocket before sitting down, then spoke as he placed his hand on top of hers. "He'll be here in a few minutes." She just nodded while looking at their hands.
Just as he promised, the door opened a few minutes later, and like Sam and Grissom, Brass's blood was boiling too. No one messed with a member of his family. An extended one, sure, but one nonetheless.
Bailey gave her uncle a small smile, in which he returned it as he walked up to the table.
Once he sat down across from her with his notepad and pen ready, he cleared his throat before speaking. "Start at the beginning, and take your time, sweetie, ok?"
Bailey nodded, and after the squeeze of her father's hand on hers, she told him the events of her evening at the dance, including the altercation, which both men were impressed that she showed Christy that much restraint. Then when she got to the end of their time at the dance, she took a few more seconds before continuing.
When she got to the point on when Ross had pinned her down on the ground behind the tree after her first escape attempt from him, Bailey closed her eyes, so Grissom squeezed her hand again in comfort before she finished her story.
"I started yelling for help, which I was rewarded with a slap on the cheek. Ross then tried taking my wrist's so he could put them over my head, but I slapped his hands away before scratching his left cheek, making him hit me again while calling me names. His grip on my wrists became tighter as he finally placed my arms over my head, I tried squirming loose as I was crying, but I couldn't, he was just too strong.
Then the next thing I knew, he's not on top of me anymore, and I see him and another man rolling around on the grass, throwing punches at each other. Ross eventually threw one more to other guy before running off, and only when the other guy asked if I was alright, I knew that it was Mr. Miller."
After Brass wrote down the last part of the information, he asked. "And Mr. Miller is?"
Bailey cleared her throat before replying. "He's a student teacher in my Math Class. He also goes to UNLV."
Brass nodded before asking again. "And do you know what he was doing at the park?"
Bailey shrugged her shoulders before replying, giving Grissom something else to think about the moment he heard her response. "My guess would be he was running."
Brass nodded again. "Ok, thank you Bailey, you can go home now."
As the three of them stood up, she asked. "Will you call dad when you find him?"
Brass smiled. "Of course."
"Thank you."
After one more nod, they left the interrogation room before walking toward the reception area, and when they made it there, they saw Sam still there. Grissom then mentioned that he had to step away and call the team to let them know he wasn't staying for the end of shift, so after Bailey reassured him with a smile that she'll be ok, he gave her nod back before walking away, but not far, leaving his daughter alone with Sam.
Bailey looked down a second later as Sam spoke softly. "I'm sorry that this happened to you."
Bailey shook her head as she lifted her head up again to see the caring look in his eyes. "It wasn't your fault." She started to sniffle again as she finished. "And it could have been a lot worse if you hadn't showed up when you did, so thank you."
He was about to lift his hand to cup her cheek, while also hurting on seeing the bruises, but then realized what he was doing, so he stopped himself and made a fist while keeping it down at his side. He was losing control, and he knew it.
He mentally shook his head before he continued to speak in a caring tone. "You're so welcome."
She then asked in a worried tone, seeing the already forming bruise over his eye. "Are you going to be ok?"
He waved it off his injures as he replied reassuringly. "I will be, just as long as I know you are."
As it became silent between them, they looked into each other's eyes for countless minutes before their moment was interrupted when they heard Grissom clear his throat. "You ready, sweetie?"
After saying bye to Sam with one more look, she turned to look at her dad with a nod before walking toward him. "Yeah, let's go home."
Grissom smiled as he wrapped his arm around her daughter's shoulders, then he looked over her head to see Sam. "Thank you for what you did."
He does a short nod. "You're welcome, Mr. Grissom."
As they walked out of Sam's sight, Brass asked for a Mr. Sam Miller, so Sam walked up to him. "I'm Sam Miller."
Brass nodded while asking. "Can I have your statement on what happened tonight that involved Ms. Bailey Grissom?"
Sam gave him a little smile with a nod. "Absolutely." That was one of the reasons he was still around, the other was to make sure she was really ok.
"Alright, follow me."
When Grissom and Bailey made it home and inside, they saw Lindsey and Blake, now dressed in casual clothing, on the couch with Sara, which Sara stood up the moment the door had opened.
Mother and Daughter looked at one another before Sara walked to her as quickly as she could before bringing her in her arms without hesitation. Bailey stopped the tears before they started going down her cheek, but she did sniffle as she wrapped her arms around her mother tightly.
They pulled back after a few minutes had passed, then Sara cups her daughter's cheek while looking at her bruises, but before she could speak, Bailey did, knowing what she was going to ask. "I'm ok mom." Sara nodded with tears in her eyes before bringing her daughter in her arms again.
When they pulled back the second time, Sara gave her a kiss on the forehead and smile before stepping to the side so Bailey could walk forward to Lindsey, who had tears in her eyes right before their arms were wrapped around each other.
Blake watched them in silence, then asked while the best friends pulled back from one another. "Is it true? Did he really try to..." He then trailed off.
He couldn't even ask the question, because he couldn't believe a friend that he had known since 5 years old would do something like they were saying. But considering the state Bailey was in, especially the bruises, it didn't leave room for much doubt.
Bailey nodded before replying softly. "Yes, it's true."
Anger coursed through him a second later as he balled his hand in a fist. "That son of a..." He started walking to the door, wanting to go find him and give him a piece of his mind, because A friend of Lindsey's, especially Bailey, should never be messed with.
Before he could get to the door though, Grissom stood in front of it to block him before placing his hand on the young man's chest. "It isn't going to solve anything."
The young man shook his head. "Probably not, but what he tried to..." He took a breath before asking in surprised tone. "I figured you want to lead the charge. She's your daughter!"
Grissom gave him a hard look, trying to keep what calm he had left, which was unsuccessful by the time he got to the end of his speech. "You don't think I want to? You have no idea what I want to do to him if I ever got my hands on him!"
Bailey had never heard him talk like that, so she spoke softly to calm him down. "Daddy?" Sara had also never heard him like that, but she understood, because she was right there with him.
Grissom took a breath, trying to calm down again before he finished. "But it still won't solve anything, and it would make a bigger mess than it already is. No, what you can do is help the police find him. Is there any location he could be, somewhere he might go to hide/be alone?"
Blake didn't even hesitate. "You got a pen and paper?"
Grissom nodded before walking toward the kitchen with Blake following him.
When it was just the girls, Bailey looked at Lindsey with a small smile. "That's some man you have. He's a keeper."
Lindsey gave her a smile back. "I know, you don't have to convince me on that."
The problem with that was that their roads were about to go in different directions with him graduating at the end of the school year and going to college out of state, so things were about to become a little harder between them.
Lindsey mentally shook her head, knowing this was not the time to be thinking about that, then took a breath before asking. "You sure you are ok?"
Bailey nodded. "Yeah, but I do want to go clean up."
After Lindsey and Sara nodded in understanding, Lindsey asked. "You want some tea?"
Bailey gave her best friend a smile. "Sure." Before turning toward the stairs so she could go to her room.
When it was just Lindsey and Sara, Lindsey looked at Sara. "Can I start it?"
Sara gave the young woman a smile with a nod. "Of course, you know where everything is." Lindsey nodded as Sara continued. "Thank you for being a good friend to her."
Lindsey smiled while shaking her head. "No need to thank me, I wouldn't have it any other way. She's been my rock from the moment we met, I'm just trying to be hers now." Plus, she was feeling really bad that she had pushed her into going with Ross. If she had known what kind of guy he was, she never would have.
Sara smiled in return, wishing she had a friend like Lindsey growing up, before Lindsey started walking toward the kitchen.
When it was just Sara in the room, she sat down on the couch, placed her head in hands, and cried for what almost happened to her daughter.
Her moment to herself was interrupted a few seconds later when she felt an arm around her shoulders. She was about to tense, but the second she felt the light kiss on her temple, she knew she didn't have to be, she was safe. She was always safe with him.
She lifted her head up and turned to the right to look into the eyes of husband, and it looked like he was trying very hard to keep the tears in them.
She took a breath while cupping his cheek. "Our daughter...Our daughter...was...was almost..."
As she trialed off, taking her hand off his cheek, he nodded while closing his eyes before placing his forehead against the side of her head, whispering. "I know, but she wasn't, honey. She wasn't, and that's what we need to hold on to."
She took another breath before she whispered as she slipped her fingers through her husband's. "Thank god."
The moment she said that, Grissom couldn't help but think. 'Thank Sam.' He may have seen something between him and his daughter at the station, which he still wasn't sure how he felt about it since he hadn't had time to think about anything else but his daughter's attack, but what that young man did to protect his daughter. Well, there were really no words to describe how much that meant to him. He was beyond grateful on what he did for her tonight.
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