Chapter 5
Several police cars and two white vans pulled up to where the murder/kidnapping took place. Grissom got out of one of the vans first.
"You," he ordered a police man, "I want you to close off the area, with a 75 meter radius." The police officer saluted and went to do his task. "And you," Grissom ordered another police officer, "go get the scent dogs, see if they find her in the radius." The officer called it in. "Nick," Grissom said.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"You and Catherine go check the smear," he ordered. Catherine and Nick went off.
"Warrick, you and I will check the woods," Grissom said. "I don't want anyone alone, the guy came back once, he could do so again! And be very cautious!" Grissom yelled to everyone. The police officers all saluted and went back to work.
"Grissom," a voice said from behind him. Grissom turned around, it was Brass.
"Yes?" Grissom asked.
"I changed this from missing person to kidnapping, possible homicide," Brass said. Grissom closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I don't believe this is happening to me," Grissom said.
"This is hard for everyone," Brass said, "everyone is stunned, amazed, and scarred. Like with Holly." Grissom nodded in agreement.
"Except that we knew that Holly was dead," Grissom said.
"Grissom, are you coming?" Warrick asked.
"Yes, I am," Grissom said.
"I'll be all over," Brass said, "the press is going to have a field day."
"Try to keep the press out, and in the dark," Grissom said.
"Will do, am doing. Now go. You have an investigation to do," Brass said. Grissom nodded and went after Warrick.
"Do you think it's him?" Warrick asked.
"Who?" Grissom asked.
"The serial killer," Warrick said.
"Yes," Grissom said, "I do. And that's why we need to find her fast."
"Yeah, before she winds up dead," Warrick said.
"Hey, look at this," Warrick said, he kneeled down onto the ground.
"What?" Grissom asked, following suit.
"This," Warrick said, holding up a piece of brown hair. "Fourteen inches, female?"
"Probably," Grissom said. Warrick put the hair into an evidence bag.
"Do you think she retaliated?" Warrick asked Grissom.
"No, unless she was on her guard," Grissom said.
"Why wouldn't she?" Warrick asked.
"She was probably working when the kidnaper came over and got her. He probably either kidnapped her on the spot or knocked her out. She probably didn't even know what had happened," Grissom said. Warrick nodded his head in agreement.
Catherine and Nick
"Ohh, something bad happened here," Nick said.
"Remember, most of the blood is from the dead woman who owned the house," Catherine said.
"If Sara's blood is on the wall it means that she was probably working. She probably didn't even know what hit her," Nick said.
"That's awful," Catherine sighed out.
"I know," Nick said. "Hey, look at this." Nick pointed to a separate blood smear, which ended in a small pool of blood.
"Sara?" Catherine asked.
"Only one way to find out," Nick said. He took out his camera and took some pictures. Next he opened his kit. Nick took a swab while Catherine looked for anything else.
"Look at this," Catherine said, pointing to something on the ground. She took a picture and then picked it up to show Nick.
"What is it?" Nick asked Catherine.
"It's a swab," Catherine said.
"What's it doing in the grass?" Nick asked.
Catherine gasped.
"What?" Nick asked her.
"She was working. She probably turned around to get a swab from her case when…" Catherine began.
Nick nodded his head. "Looks that way," Nick said.
"How did he get her out, in her car, right in front of Grissom and Warrick?" Catherine asked.
"Well, that's obvious," Nick said.
"What?" Catherine asked.
"Warrick and Grissom were concentrating on the scene, the only way they would have gotten him is if, by some miracle, one of them came outside," Nick said.
"What about her kit?" Catherine asked.
"If she was unconscious he could have put her in the car and come back," Nick said.
"How did the kidnaper get her into the car?" Catherine asked.
"Sara's not very big. He probably carried her easily," Nick said.
"Without getting blood anywhere?" Catherine asked.
"If she is dead, wrapped the body. Alive, covered the cut with some cloth or something," Nick said.
"You sound like you did this yourself," Catherine said with a mock accusation.
Nick shrugged, "you know you watch to much discovery channel when," he said. Catherine laughed.
"What's so funny?" Grissom asked, coming up behind them.
"Oh, hi Grissom. Nick and I were just joking about the discovery channel," Catherine said.
"Will that help us find Sara?" Grissom asked.
"Depends," Nick said.
"Nick has a theory," Catherine said. She put the swab into an evidence bag.
"Great. Catherine, why are you doing that?" Grissom said.
"We found it in the grass, near the pool of blood we think is Sara's," Catherine said.
"Where is it?" Grissom asked.
"The grass?" Catherine asked.
"No, the blood," Grissom said.
"Right here," Nick said. Grissom walked over and looked at it.
He sighed with relief. "It's not enough blood to cause death by loss of blood."
"That's good," Warrick said.
"But it is enough for her to get sick of blood loss," Grissom said.
"That's not," Warrick said.
"We have to find her soon," Grissom said, "and get her too the hospital."
Sara woke up again. She felt something cold on her forehead. She opened her eyes and saw the man. She started to scream when he covered her mouth.
"We don't want to ruin your pretty little voice, now would we," the man said. His hand was at her forehead. She batted his hand off her mouth. "Are you going to scream?" he asked her. Sara tried to shake her head but it hurt too much. She closed her eyes in pain. "Good," the man said, he took his hand off her mouth.
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"I am cleaning your cut," he said. He showed her the towel he was using to clean around the cut. It was covered in blood. Sara winced at the sight of her own blood. The man laughed. "You can stare all day at the blood of others, but when it comes to your own blood…" he started.
"Shut up," Sara said.
"That kind of language is not going to get you into a better room," the man said. "Neither is your attitude," he said, referring to the food that was all over the walls.
"What do I have to do to get out of here?" Sara asked.
"Be a good little girl," the man said. "Now, you are very weak and need to eat." He held up a bowl. "Vegetable soup, your favorite, my little Christine," he said. He picked up a spoon and spoon-fed her.
'Who the hell is Christine?' Sara thought to herself. After 10 minutes she held up her hand to stop the man. He stopped immediately. "I want to sleep," she said.
"Fine, I will finish cleaning that cut later," he said. He stood up and left. After she knew he was gone she stood up. She put her hand on the wall to keep herself up.
"I need to go to the hospital," she told herself. She purposely took out a piece of her hair and put it on the ground. Next she put her fingerprints all over the wall and floor. "If I die, at least people can find out that I was here," she said to the air.
She went on to read the notes on the wall.
You Bastard
Rot in hell
Let me go
Please don't kill me
23rd Psalm
Oh lord please help me
I am going to kill myself if you don't let me go
Why?
The other messages were very similar. Sara took the pen out of her pocket and took off the top.
You don't scare me!
Sara wrote it very clearly on the wall, she moved to another place.
Do I scare you?
Sara breathed heavily from the use of all the energy she was using. Sara moved to another place on the wall.
They will hunt you down and find you. You can't hide.
She stood back, proud of her work. She moved to another place.
Who are you? Why are you doing this? Where are we? What are you planning?
Sara closed the top of the pen. She suddenly felt very week. Dizziness started to take her over again. She walked back to the bad and lay down.
"I can't push myself to hard, I lost to much blood," she told herself. Sara lay in the bed staring at the wall
Several police cars and two white vans pulled up to where the murder/kidnapping took place. Grissom got out of one of the vans first.
"You," he ordered a police man, "I want you to close off the area, with a 75 meter radius." The police officer saluted and went to do his task. "And you," Grissom ordered another police officer, "go get the scent dogs, see if they find her in the radius." The officer called it in. "Nick," Grissom said.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"You and Catherine go check the smear," he ordered. Catherine and Nick went off.
"Warrick, you and I will check the woods," Grissom said. "I don't want anyone alone, the guy came back once, he could do so again! And be very cautious!" Grissom yelled to everyone. The police officers all saluted and went back to work.
"Grissom," a voice said from behind him. Grissom turned around, it was Brass.
"Yes?" Grissom asked.
"I changed this from missing person to kidnapping, possible homicide," Brass said. Grissom closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I don't believe this is happening to me," Grissom said.
"This is hard for everyone," Brass said, "everyone is stunned, amazed, and scarred. Like with Holly." Grissom nodded in agreement.
"Except that we knew that Holly was dead," Grissom said.
"Grissom, are you coming?" Warrick asked.
"Yes, I am," Grissom said.
"I'll be all over," Brass said, "the press is going to have a field day."
"Try to keep the press out, and in the dark," Grissom said.
"Will do, am doing. Now go. You have an investigation to do," Brass said. Grissom nodded and went after Warrick.
"Do you think it's him?" Warrick asked.
"Who?" Grissom asked.
"The serial killer," Warrick said.
"Yes," Grissom said, "I do. And that's why we need to find her fast."
"Yeah, before she winds up dead," Warrick said.
"Hey, look at this," Warrick said, he kneeled down onto the ground.
"What?" Grissom asked, following suit.
"This," Warrick said, holding up a piece of brown hair. "Fourteen inches, female?"
"Probably," Grissom said. Warrick put the hair into an evidence bag.
"Do you think she retaliated?" Warrick asked Grissom.
"No, unless she was on her guard," Grissom said.
"Why wouldn't she?" Warrick asked.
"She was probably working when the kidnaper came over and got her. He probably either kidnapped her on the spot or knocked her out. She probably didn't even know what had happened," Grissom said. Warrick nodded his head in agreement.
Catherine and Nick
"Ohh, something bad happened here," Nick said.
"Remember, most of the blood is from the dead woman who owned the house," Catherine said.
"If Sara's blood is on the wall it means that she was probably working. She probably didn't even know what hit her," Nick said.
"That's awful," Catherine sighed out.
"I know," Nick said. "Hey, look at this." Nick pointed to a separate blood smear, which ended in a small pool of blood.
"Sara?" Catherine asked.
"Only one way to find out," Nick said. He took out his camera and took some pictures. Next he opened his kit. Nick took a swab while Catherine looked for anything else.
"Look at this," Catherine said, pointing to something on the ground. She took a picture and then picked it up to show Nick.
"What is it?" Nick asked Catherine.
"It's a swab," Catherine said.
"What's it doing in the grass?" Nick asked.
Catherine gasped.
"What?" Nick asked her.
"She was working. She probably turned around to get a swab from her case when…" Catherine began.
Nick nodded his head. "Looks that way," Nick said.
"How did he get her out, in her car, right in front of Grissom and Warrick?" Catherine asked.
"Well, that's obvious," Nick said.
"What?" Catherine asked.
"Warrick and Grissom were concentrating on the scene, the only way they would have gotten him is if, by some miracle, one of them came outside," Nick said.
"What about her kit?" Catherine asked.
"If she was unconscious he could have put her in the car and come back," Nick said.
"How did the kidnaper get her into the car?" Catherine asked.
"Sara's not very big. He probably carried her easily," Nick said.
"Without getting blood anywhere?" Catherine asked.
"If she is dead, wrapped the body. Alive, covered the cut with some cloth or something," Nick said.
"You sound like you did this yourself," Catherine said with a mock accusation.
Nick shrugged, "you know you watch to much discovery channel when," he said. Catherine laughed.
"What's so funny?" Grissom asked, coming up behind them.
"Oh, hi Grissom. Nick and I were just joking about the discovery channel," Catherine said.
"Will that help us find Sara?" Grissom asked.
"Depends," Nick said.
"Nick has a theory," Catherine said. She put the swab into an evidence bag.
"Great. Catherine, why are you doing that?" Grissom said.
"We found it in the grass, near the pool of blood we think is Sara's," Catherine said.
"Where is it?" Grissom asked.
"The grass?" Catherine asked.
"No, the blood," Grissom said.
"Right here," Nick said. Grissom walked over and looked at it.
He sighed with relief. "It's not enough blood to cause death by loss of blood."
"That's good," Warrick said.
"But it is enough for her to get sick of blood loss," Grissom said.
"That's not," Warrick said.
"We have to find her soon," Grissom said, "and get her too the hospital."
Sara woke up again. She felt something cold on her forehead. She opened her eyes and saw the man. She started to scream when he covered her mouth.
"We don't want to ruin your pretty little voice, now would we," the man said. His hand was at her forehead. She batted his hand off her mouth. "Are you going to scream?" he asked her. Sara tried to shake her head but it hurt too much. She closed her eyes in pain. "Good," the man said, he took his hand off her mouth.
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"I am cleaning your cut," he said. He showed her the towel he was using to clean around the cut. It was covered in blood. Sara winced at the sight of her own blood. The man laughed. "You can stare all day at the blood of others, but when it comes to your own blood…" he started.
"Shut up," Sara said.
"That kind of language is not going to get you into a better room," the man said. "Neither is your attitude," he said, referring to the food that was all over the walls.
"What do I have to do to get out of here?" Sara asked.
"Be a good little girl," the man said. "Now, you are very weak and need to eat." He held up a bowl. "Vegetable soup, your favorite, my little Christine," he said. He picked up a spoon and spoon-fed her.
'Who the hell is Christine?' Sara thought to herself. After 10 minutes she held up her hand to stop the man. He stopped immediately. "I want to sleep," she said.
"Fine, I will finish cleaning that cut later," he said. He stood up and left. After she knew he was gone she stood up. She put her hand on the wall to keep herself up.
"I need to go to the hospital," she told herself. She purposely took out a piece of her hair and put it on the ground. Next she put her fingerprints all over the wall and floor. "If I die, at least people can find out that I was here," she said to the air.
She went on to read the notes on the wall.
You Bastard
Rot in hell
Let me go
Please don't kill me
23rd Psalm
Oh lord please help me
I am going to kill myself if you don't let me go
Why?
The other messages were very similar. Sara took the pen out of her pocket and took off the top.
You don't scare me!
Sara wrote it very clearly on the wall, she moved to another place.
Do I scare you?
Sara breathed heavily from the use of all the energy she was using. Sara moved to another place on the wall.
They will hunt you down and find you. You can't hide.
She stood back, proud of her work. She moved to another place.
Who are you? Why are you doing this? Where are we? What are you planning?
Sara closed the top of the pen. She suddenly felt very week. Dizziness started to take her over again. She walked back to the bad and lay down.
"I can't push myself to hard, I lost to much blood," she told herself. Sara lay in the bed staring at the wall