Disclaimer: Nope, they're still not mine unfortunately.
Grissom was focused on the laptop screen in front of him. He was going though Vincent Lurie's financial records. So far, he had hit a dead end. Nothing out of the ordinary was jumping out at him. He jerked slightly when he heard a knock on his office door.
"Lurie's DMV records from the last 5 years." Catherine held up a printout. "Besides the BMW, he also owns a black Land Rover. I already called Brass to put a BOLO out for it."
"There's nothing unusual in his financials." Grissom sighed as he pulled off his glasses and closed his laptop, rubbing his temples.
"Gil, go home for a while." Catherine spoke, holding up a hand when he started to protest. "You need a shower, clean clothes, sleep."
"I need to be here, Catherine." Grissom argued.
"You're not going to do Sara any good if you collapse from exhaustion." Catherine countered. "Take your own advice and come back with a fresh perspective. I'll call you the minute we find something."
Logically, Grissom knew Catherine was right. He had been going nonstop since Sara's abduction and he was running on fumes. He trusted his guys to keep up the search while he was gone.
"Okay." Grissom nodded in acceptance. "I won't be gone too long."
He pushed himself up from his desk, grabbed his keys and headed out of his office toward the parking lot. He sighed as he climbed into his SUV and headed for home.
Sara slowly opened her eyes. It took her a few moments to remember where she was; on a bed in some God forsaken room somewhere, chained to a wall by her wrists. Her face hurt and she knew it was swollen. Her wrists were cut and raw, caked with dried blood and they burned with every move she made. Slowly sitting up, she was instantly aware that she wasn't alone.
"How did you sleep?" Lurie's voice broke the silence.
"Just peachy." Sara sneered weakly. "This sure as hell isn't the Venetian."
Lurie watched her for a moment before getting up and pulling his chair directly in front of the bed. Sitting back down, he continued to stare at her. Sara stared right back at him. She had no intention of letting him intimidate her, even if she was terrified.
"Tell me, Sara." Lurie crossed his legs. "Do you love Dr. Grissom?"
"What the fuck kind of question is that?" Sara glared at him. "He's my husband, of course I love him."
"The last time I was face to face with him, he wasn't willing to give up his career for you." Lurie watched her. "He couldn't risk it."
"I finally wore him down." Sara shrugged, wincing in pain.
"He's quite a bit older than you." Lurie leaned forward, putting his forearms on his legs.
"What can I say?" Sara smirked. "I find gray hair very attractive."
"Debbie didn't." Lurie murmured.
"Yeah well, newsflash. I'm not Debbie!" Sara yelled.
"No, you certainly aren't." Lurie eyed her.
"You're never going to get away with this." Sara rattled the chains around her wrists. "There's no where you can go that Grissom won't find you."
"You're quite confident in your dear Dr. Grissom." Lurie cocked his head at her.
"Gil's relentless on a normal case." Sara spoke slowly, eyes shooting daggers at him. "You've got his wife. He'll hunt you to Hell and back."
"He'll try." Lurie smiled at her before getting up and leaving the room.
Grissom unlocked the front door and walked into the empty house. The sitter had picked Hank up so the house was eerily quiet. He usually liked the quiet, but this was too much. He headed straight for his and Sara's bedroom, tossing his phone onto the bed and then came to a dead stop.
His eyes landed on Sara's side of the bed and the framed picture she kept on her bedside table. It was the first picture they had ever taken together, all those years ago in San Francisco. Picking it up, Grissom sat down on the bed and ran his fingers over the image of Sara.
He cursed himself for the millionth time as he thought of all the time he had wasted. He could have had her from the very beginning. Instead, he had been an idiot and had cost them years together because of his selfish insecurities and foolish pride. Now he was facing the possibility of a future without her. Without their child.
There was no future without Sara. He had been a shell of a man before he met her. He knew he had not really been living until he let her fully into his life. He couldn't go back to a life without her in it. He wouldn't.
No, he would not let that happen. He would find Sara and bring her home. He would do whatever he had to do. They would start their family, together. They would have the future they had worked and fought so hard for.
Releasing a shuddering breath, he placed the frame back on the bedside table and stood up. He made his way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Stripping down, he tossed his clothes into the hamper and climbed into the shower. Standing under the spray, he braced himself against the shower wall and let the hot water beat down on his weary body. He stood there until the water eventually turned cold. He finally washed his body and climbed out of the shower, pulling a towel from the rack and wrapping it around his waist.
He walked back into the bedroom, checking his phone to make sure he hadn't missed a call from the lab. He threw on a pair of sweatpants and an old UCLA shirt before climbing into bed. Grissom couldn't remember the last time he had slept in their bed without Sara beside him. He grabbed her pillow and hugged it to him. It smelled like her favorite shampoo. He silently cried as he inhaled her scent, praying that this wouldn't be all he had left.