Sara had appeared once more in front of them, dressed in an outfit fit for an angel. Looking into the camera, speaking those soft words, apologizing for nothing, for nothing was her fault. And yet she still did so, caring more for them than for herself. She did not plead for her own life, nor did she cry. Her face remained stoic, only her eyes holding the emotions that boiled within her. And then once more she disappeared.
The screen turned black yet again, only to turn white a few minutes later. Loading a new website; what lay within, unknown.
Words appeared across the screen, beginning with the name of a warehouse:
TEACREST & COMPANY
Come & Find
As Much Evidence
Of Our Dear Angel
As You Can
Perhaps It Will Save Her
After which the USB and page expired removing itself from the computers screen. Now the only thing that the team saw was the monarch butterfly that floated gracefully on the background.
It hadn't taken long for the team to arrive at the warehouse, nor had it taken them long to get inside. They didn't expect to find her there for that would have been too easy. But with high hopes they expected, rather hoped, that they would find some clue to where Sara was now. They had last seen her beautiful, lain out on a bed, and they hoped to get her back into her own in the very near future.
All that lay within this warehouse was a separate room, most likely at some point used as an office. Except for now, the only thing occupying this room was a stripped bed. Outside of this office in the middle of the expansive warehouse was only a computer that sat upon an old table void of anything else.
And so again the team stood before a computer, their only link they had to Sara and waited.
Catherine paced the room waiting for something to happen in the deafening silence that they all sat in. "How can he leave absolutely no evidence at two goddamned locations?"
"I don't know Cath. But what I do know is we're going to find her no matter what."
"Yeah and how do you know that Nick? Who's to say she's not already…who's to say she's…" Catherine lost her words, afraid to say what she thought, afraid that what she thought may be true.
"Because ya'll found me and Sara is strong."
Grissom then broke into the conversation, staring into the blank computer screen, speaking into it rather than to them, "For all we know Sara hasn't eaten or slept in a week. She's been in her hell with that man for over a week. I know that Sara is a very strong person, stronger than all of us even, but with all she's been through I doubt even she can be strong."
"Ya know what Gris, we're all trying to think optimistically in this situation and you've gotta bring it all down." Warrick says harshly, standing, brushing past Greg, and approaching Grissom with hostility, only to have Brass step in front of him to stop his advance.
"I never said she didn't have the spirit, she will always have that Warrick," Grissom utters, standing from the folding chair he sat in, now adverting his attention to the team, "and I know we are all very exhausted both physically and emotionally. So let us not bicker about this and set our minds rather on Sara. For she deserves our full attention."
Deafening silence reenters the room as everyone falls back into their unspoken thoughts.
A/N: Hope you all liked this chapter, even though Sara is not present. She'll be in the next chapter, I think. I'll try to update soon but lately this site hasn't been too kind to me.
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