Epilogue

One Month Later…

The wheels of an SUV roll along the desert sand, coming to a close next to a line of bright, yellow crime scene tape. Gil Grissom steps out, and feels the Nevada humidity hit him like a train. He then continues to step underneath the line and towards his colleague Jim Brass, who is on the phone and hasn't realised the CSI has arrived yet.

A door opens and closes again and the criminalist turns around to see Catherine Willows picking up her field kit and waving with her free arm. She follows him under the tape and begins to talk.

"Did you hear?" She says happily.

"About Sara? Yeah." He replies, examining the crime scene around him. There is a body half-buried in the desert, a male whose top half is slumped over and bottom half underneath the ground. But, despite the death, it is a relatively happy atmosphere.

Jim finally realises the CSIs presence and nods in recognition, which is replied to by the blonde CSI waving again.

"So, Warrick and Nick are already at the hospital collecting her stuff and the rest of us are going to go and see her after our shift." She told the supervisor enthusiastically as she walked away towards the body. Gil was intending to follow her, but he was distracted by the large black car, an identical to his, zooming down the road; it's driver was obviously in a hurry.

"Hey Gil, the 419 was called in an hour ago by a young woman in her twenties" Jim said, making Grissom turn around. "Catherine is questioning her now. He was found in this exact position, it looks like he's been shot in the back and he's currently a John Doe." The detective continued, greeting the coroner David, who was studying the dead guy.

"How are you dealing with the teen from the Bella Swan case breaking out of jail?" Gil asked, remembering the alert that went out to everyone in the law enforcement business that Jacob Black, the sixteen year old who had kidnapped Bella Swan, had somehow managed to pry open his cell and escape.

"We're dealing fine, I guess." Jim sighed. "Patrol are searching around the Vegas area for him but it doesn't seem… promising."

Catherine finished up talking to the distressed blonde woman and began to observe the area surrounding the body, every so often swabbing the ground or collecting evidence with tweezers.

"Am I late?" A slightly panicked and breathless voice said from behind the three people. Gil turned around just as Catherine was saying,

"Hey, CSI level one. Way to make first impressions."

Greg Sanders grinned back and started to take pictures with his Nikon, happy that someone had called him a CSI and not a lab tech.

The team worked the scene for another hour, most of them not noticing the silver car that drove past the scene by coincidence. The Sun beating down on the Volvo's roof made it reflect; and this caught Grissom's eye. He stood up and watched the car drive past, noticing how the passengers were covering up their faces as much as they could; one female had a lack scarf around her head while two males had baseball caps on.

He recognized the driver instantly to be Edward Cullen, the teenager whose girlfriend was kidnapped by the escaped teen, Jacob Black. He was talking to the girl sat next to him, who he now recognized as Alice Cullen, who had visited him in his office a month ago. As they drove past, time seemed to slow down…

Gil could see four people in the car; Alice, Edward and another teenage guy who seemed a bit uncomfortable. A second girl was sat next to him in the back; she looked familiar, but Gil couldn't name her…

She had a pale face, much like the other people in the car, and was wearing sunglasses. She didn't seem to notice Gil, but as they drove past she grinned at something that Edward had said, and Grissom recognized that smile.

It was much like the one on a picture of Isabella Swan, only Bella looked a lot more… healthier. She wasn't as pale and she didn't have such defined cheekbones. But Gil just had a feeling that it was Bella, and that she was safe and happy.

"Who was that?" Greg asked, as he walked up to the supervisor.

"… the Cullens." Grissom replied, turning back towards the crime scene and continuing with the job at hand.

…

Little did they know that they were being watched.

So, that's it. That's the end of Little Lost Lamb. I really hope you have enjoyed the fanfic, and yes, that little sentence opens the possibility of a sequel. This epilogue could also make you ask a few questions, but all in good time, I want to finish my current fics. Feel free to review and tell your friends and stuff. : )

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