Dum dum dum dum. That was evil of me. Has the fate of Sara really been
revealed? Read and find out. Also, I am going on a little trip, so I wont
be able to update for awhile.
1 Chapter 8
It was pouring down rain. Two white vans pulled up to the side of a road. A dead body was covered with a sheet. The night shift got out of the van and walked over. They had their kits in one hand and umbrellas in the other.
Brass came back from talking to a police officer.
"They said she's been dead for awhile. They are also pretty sure that it's her," he said, he purposely didn't use Sara's name.
"You look," Grissom said to Catherine.
"Are you sure?" she asked him
"I don't think I could," Grissom said.
"Ok," Catherine said uncertainly. She took a deep breath and walked over to the body. She slowly lifted the plastic sheet to see the victim's face. She looked at the face for a second and then put down the sheet again. Catherine turned around and sighed. She opened her eyes.
"It's not her," she said with great relief.
The entire team breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who is she then?" Grissom asked, regaining his composure.
Catherine gave him a look. "And how the hell am I supposed to know every person in the world by face and name?" she asked him.
"You're not?" Grissom asked. Everyone started laughing. The laughs weren't genuine but of relief.
"Well, let's get to work," Nick said, taking out his camera.
Sara woke up. She noticed that her head hurt more and that she was far weaker. She also noticed that her neck, ankle, shoulder, and wrist hurt.
'Well, aren't I Mary Sunshine?' she thought to herself.
"Christine, I see that you are awake again," the man said, coming into the room.
"I feel sick," Sara said.
"Well, you lost a lot of blood, you bad, bad girl," he said.
"What happened?" Sara asked.
"You tried to leave, you pushed me into the wall. I had to hit you with the tray," he said.
"You had to?" Sara asked.
"Yes, there is no other way to get you in control," he said.
"Please, tell me your name," Sara said.
"Michael," the man said.
"Michael, I like that name," Sara said.
"You always say that," Michael said.
"Well I mean it," Sara said. She tried to get up but something pulled her down. "What was that?" she asked.
"Handcuffs, I hope you don't mind me using them," he said.
"Why am I handcuffed to the bed?" she asked.
"To keep you in line," he said. Sara closed her eyes and pretended to go to sleep. The man smiled and left the room.
"Goodnight, Christine," he said.
After 10 minutes had passed and she was sure he had gone, Sara opened her eyes. She laughed to herself as she wriggled herself out of the handcuff.
"Lesson number one," she told no one, "never cuff someone with their own cuffs, they could know how to get out of them." Sara adjusted the cuff so that it was more comfortable around her wrist. Than the dizziness took over and she collapsed into unconsciousness.
Grissom sat in his office trying to sort things out.
"Why is this case getting to me so bad?" he asked himself.
Then he remembered why. Tears of worry spilled down his face. He covered his face with his hands and started to cry.
Catherine walked into the office to give him some reports. She stopped when she saw Grissom so broken up. Catherine looked extremely amazed. She turned around and ran silently down the hall.
Catherine came back a few minutes later with Nick and Warrick.
"Yo, Griss, man, it aint cool to cry in front of a lady," Warrick said.
Grissom lifted his head.
"Get the hell out of my office!" he yelled at him.
The three left, but Nick stuck his head back in.
"Hey, Grissom, is there something we need to know about?" he asked.
Grissom threw a book at him but Nick shut the door just in time.
Nick stuck his head back in, "no, really, Griss, is there?"
Grissom threw another book at him; this one actually hit him in the face.
"I get the point," Nick said, he walked out.
This time Catherine walked in.
"Grissom?" she asked, sounding concerned. "Don't tell me you're ok, because you're not."
"You're right, I'm not," Grissom said. Catherine sat down in a chair next to him.
"Tell me about it," she said.
"I am so damn worried about Sara, she could be in need of serious medical attention right now and we can't give it to her. Also, this case has barely any evidence in it," Grissom said.
Catherine smiled and put her hand on Grissom's.
"You also think of Sara like a daughter. You are trying not to let your feelings come out but they have to, Grissom, it's a way of coping. Greg is going nuts. Nick is making jokes. Warrick is diving into the case. And I am being like Warrick. The only one whose way of coping could hurt the investigation is you. You are shutting the world out and giving into your sorrow. It is clouding your skills, Grissom," Catherine said. Catherine stood up and started to leave the room. She turned back for a second.
"Grissom, I am here if you need to talk, we all are," Catherine said.
'She's right,' Grissom thought to himself. He picked up the case folder for the serial killer and started to go over it.
1 Chapter 8
It was pouring down rain. Two white vans pulled up to the side of a road. A dead body was covered with a sheet. The night shift got out of the van and walked over. They had their kits in one hand and umbrellas in the other.
Brass came back from talking to a police officer.
"They said she's been dead for awhile. They are also pretty sure that it's her," he said, he purposely didn't use Sara's name.
"You look," Grissom said to Catherine.
"Are you sure?" she asked him
"I don't think I could," Grissom said.
"Ok," Catherine said uncertainly. She took a deep breath and walked over to the body. She slowly lifted the plastic sheet to see the victim's face. She looked at the face for a second and then put down the sheet again. Catherine turned around and sighed. She opened her eyes.
"It's not her," she said with great relief.
The entire team breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who is she then?" Grissom asked, regaining his composure.
Catherine gave him a look. "And how the hell am I supposed to know every person in the world by face and name?" she asked him.
"You're not?" Grissom asked. Everyone started laughing. The laughs weren't genuine but of relief.
"Well, let's get to work," Nick said, taking out his camera.
Sara woke up. She noticed that her head hurt more and that she was far weaker. She also noticed that her neck, ankle, shoulder, and wrist hurt.
'Well, aren't I Mary Sunshine?' she thought to herself.
"Christine, I see that you are awake again," the man said, coming into the room.
"I feel sick," Sara said.
"Well, you lost a lot of blood, you bad, bad girl," he said.
"What happened?" Sara asked.
"You tried to leave, you pushed me into the wall. I had to hit you with the tray," he said.
"You had to?" Sara asked.
"Yes, there is no other way to get you in control," he said.
"Please, tell me your name," Sara said.
"Michael," the man said.
"Michael, I like that name," Sara said.
"You always say that," Michael said.
"Well I mean it," Sara said. She tried to get up but something pulled her down. "What was that?" she asked.
"Handcuffs, I hope you don't mind me using them," he said.
"Why am I handcuffed to the bed?" she asked.
"To keep you in line," he said. Sara closed her eyes and pretended to go to sleep. The man smiled and left the room.
"Goodnight, Christine," he said.
After 10 minutes had passed and she was sure he had gone, Sara opened her eyes. She laughed to herself as she wriggled herself out of the handcuff.
"Lesson number one," she told no one, "never cuff someone with their own cuffs, they could know how to get out of them." Sara adjusted the cuff so that it was more comfortable around her wrist. Than the dizziness took over and she collapsed into unconsciousness.
Grissom sat in his office trying to sort things out.
"Why is this case getting to me so bad?" he asked himself.
Then he remembered why. Tears of worry spilled down his face. He covered his face with his hands and started to cry.
Catherine walked into the office to give him some reports. She stopped when she saw Grissom so broken up. Catherine looked extremely amazed. She turned around and ran silently down the hall.
Catherine came back a few minutes later with Nick and Warrick.
"Yo, Griss, man, it aint cool to cry in front of a lady," Warrick said.
Grissom lifted his head.
"Get the hell out of my office!" he yelled at him.
The three left, but Nick stuck his head back in.
"Hey, Grissom, is there something we need to know about?" he asked.
Grissom threw a book at him but Nick shut the door just in time.
Nick stuck his head back in, "no, really, Griss, is there?"
Grissom threw another book at him; this one actually hit him in the face.
"I get the point," Nick said, he walked out.
This time Catherine walked in.
"Grissom?" she asked, sounding concerned. "Don't tell me you're ok, because you're not."
"You're right, I'm not," Grissom said. Catherine sat down in a chair next to him.
"Tell me about it," she said.
"I am so damn worried about Sara, she could be in need of serious medical attention right now and we can't give it to her. Also, this case has barely any evidence in it," Grissom said.
Catherine smiled and put her hand on Grissom's.
"You also think of Sara like a daughter. You are trying not to let your feelings come out but they have to, Grissom, it's a way of coping. Greg is going nuts. Nick is making jokes. Warrick is diving into the case. And I am being like Warrick. The only one whose way of coping could hurt the investigation is you. You are shutting the world out and giving into your sorrow. It is clouding your skills, Grissom," Catherine said. Catherine stood up and started to leave the room. She turned back for a second.
"Grissom, I am here if you need to talk, we all are," Catherine said.
'She's right,' Grissom thought to himself. He picked up the case folder for the serial killer and started to go over it.