Disclaimer: I do NOT own CSI, but I wish I did.
Okay...I know I said that chapter 10 would be the last chapter, but it's not.
I got a bit stuck trying to decide where to go from chapter 9. My mojo is still unreachable, so I hope this is okay.
I'm in a bit of a bad mood, so this chapter is a bit...mean. Sorry.
Enjoy
Fighting For Love
Chapter 10
Sean wakes up early on Sunday afternoon, after having a bad night sleep, in a fowl mood. Although he said that he wanted to meet Gil Grissom, he certainly wasn't prepared to meet him when he did.
He keeps seeing him kissing Sara, his Sara. He wants to hit him or kill him. He wants to kill her, to stop her from suffering at the hands of her husband.
He picks up his voice recorder and presses the record button.
"How dare he kiss her? She didn't want him to kiss her, they'd been fighting and she was hurting and upset. I was supposed to be there for her, showing her that it's his loss, not hers. I could take all her pain and hurt away. But then he walked into the diner and her face lit up. He's brainwashed her or something, she never used to look at me like that. She was always such a strong woman, but now she's...weak. She talks about him and looks at him like he's some sort of God. What has he done to her? She followed him outside and he kissed her. He forced that kiss on her and his hands were touching her waist, pulling her into him. She didn't like it, I know she didn't. But she was to weak to fight back. I should have hit him. I should have ran outside and hit him. But it's her fault too, if she's not willing to fight back, he'll walk all over her."
He hits the stop button and takes a few deep breaths, to calm himself down.
He gets out of bed and quickly dresses as he listens back over the recording he'd made yesterday.
"Today was supposed to be the day that I propose to Sara. Today was supposed to be a happy day." he growls to himself.
"I'll phone her, that's what I'll do." he says.
He finds his phone and dials the familiar number, which after a few rings goes straight to voicemail.
He growls and tries again.
And again...
After he's tried twelve times, he gives up and finally leaves her a message.
"Hey My Golden Gate Beauty. When you get this message, please give me a ring, I need to see you. I need to ask you something. Love always. Bye." he says calmly.
He disconnects the call and his anger finally boils over. He throws down his phone and picks up the vase from the bedside table. He looks at it for a second, before slamming it against the wall, followed by a desk chair, the television and all items which were not bolted to the floor.
His state of anger lasts a good fifteen minutes as he completely smashes up the room. His hands are all bloody, cut from the smashed mirror, and his face is now contorted into hate and envy with an evil glint in his eyes.
When there's a knock at his hotel room door, he wipes his hands and he answers it calmly.
"Sean Richardson? My name's Jim Brass from LVPD. There's been some complaints about...noise coming from your room."
His heart beats wildly in his chest.
"I need to see her." he whispers.
"Who do you need to see?" asks Brass, a look of confusion across his face.
"My wife to be. Sara Sidle of the Las Vegas Crime Lab." he smiles proudly.
Brass looks at him, stunned.
"I need to see her without her husband. He's an awful man. He hurts her. I wouldn't hurt her."
"Sara Sidle?" he questions, not sure that he heard correctly.
"Yes. Do you know her? Please help me to see her, before he hurts her again. I can take away her pain. I can take her away from him. We'll be together and she'll be safe; she'll finally be happy. Please help me."
"Sara Sidle?" Brass asks again, feeling queasy.
"I need to see her." screams Sean.
He pushes past Brass and sprints from his hotel room. He makes it down to the lobby and out of the hotel without being caught.
He jumps in his rental car and speeds away, with one word on his mind; Murder. But who will he murder? Sara, to keep her safe? Or her husband, to keep all women safe?
TBC...
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Chapter 11 should be up tonight or tomorrow.
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Lynne x