Sorry I haven't updating. I had this big project due and I went on a
vacation.
SD-what do you think?
Chapter 9
Grissom sat in his office going over the evidence from Sara's case. Grissom rubbed his temples with his pointer fingers.
"I hate this case," he said to himself.
He had given the 'dead woman on the highway' case to Eckile and his day shift. Eckile had not been pleased.
Grissom took his tarantula out of its cage and held it in his hand. For some reason this relaxed him.
"Now, can you help me find her?" he asked it.
"Do you always talk to the tarantula?" Catherine asked. She was standing in the doorway.
"How long have you been standing there?" he asked her.
"Long enough," Catherine said. She put a folder on his desk, "They found her car, Nick and Warrick are already on their way there."
Catherine left the room. It took a minute for it to sink in, but when it finally did, Grissom shot out of his office as fast as he could. Catherine was outside in her car, the passenger side door was open and waiting for him. Grissom got into the car and shut the door. Catherine took out a stopwatch and turned it off.
"Forty-five seconds, I now owe Warrick ten bucks," she said.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"I told him it'd take you a minute to get out here," she said. She turned the car on.
"They're waiting for us," she said.
When the two finally got to the scene, Warrick and Nick were hard at work. Nick came over to them.
"Passing cop found it this morning, called it in. We id'd it, it's Sara's," he said.
"Thanks," Grissom said, getting out of the car. "Wait, I left my kit."
"Not really," Catherine said, she stuffed it into his hands.
"How did you…" Grissom started.
"Know? I just knew," Catherine said.
"Hey, Grissom," Warrick said from the back seat of Sara's car.
"What?" he asked.
"Blood," Warrick said.
"How much?" Grissom asked.
"Not much, but enough," Warrick said.
"Get it to the lab," Grissom said.
"Where else would it go?" Warrick asked.
"Warrick," Grissom warned.
"I haven't slept," Warrick replied in defense.
"I can tell," Grissom said.
"Gris, we got a second set of prints on the wheel, and two different strands of brown hair," Catherine said from the front seat.
"Good," Grissom said. "Nick, have you found anything?"
"No, the guy even took her kit," Nick said, his head still in the trunk.
"Who's this?" Catherine asked, she took out a picture from the front seat and turned it over. "Christine, June 26, 1989."
"The killer left a clue," Grissom said, taking the picture from her.
Sara awoke and attempted to sit up. She had to lay back down because of the handcuffs. She heard breathing beside her. She turned her head and saw the man sitting beside her bed in a chair.
"Michael," she said softly. He awoke immediately.
"Is there something, anything?" he asked her.
"How long has it been since you got me from that other woman's house?" she asked him.
"Four days, it's 10:30 AM now," he said.
"I don't remember much, please, tell me about me," Sara said.
"You are a nurse. Your name is Christine Daniel and you are my fiancee. You disappeared six years ago. The people said you were dead, but I didn't believe them. I have looked for you and found many imposters. No one should look like you, Christine, that is why I had to make them go away. So you could be the most beautiful person in the world," the man said this and stroked Sara's hair gently.
"I'm so sorry I scarred you," Sara said.
"It's ok, now we can always be together," he said.
"Yes, always," Sara smiled softly at him. "Can you leave? I need some more sleep," Sara asked.
The man got out of his chair. "Goodnight, love," he said.
"Goodnight," Sara said. The man left the room. Sara closed her eyes and thought of the many ways she could escape. After thinking up ways to escape she thought up the many ways she could beat this guy up. Next she thought up the many vegetarian meals she could make, without quiche. Each thought made her smile more.
'This guy is going to have one hell of a brake-down when he finds out who I am. And who I am not,' Sara thought to herself. Sara stared at the wall, trying to do nothing but bore herself.
'I will have to go soon.'
SD-what do you think?
Chapter 9
Grissom sat in his office going over the evidence from Sara's case. Grissom rubbed his temples with his pointer fingers.
"I hate this case," he said to himself.
He had given the 'dead woman on the highway' case to Eckile and his day shift. Eckile had not been pleased.
Grissom took his tarantula out of its cage and held it in his hand. For some reason this relaxed him.
"Now, can you help me find her?" he asked it.
"Do you always talk to the tarantula?" Catherine asked. She was standing in the doorway.
"How long have you been standing there?" he asked her.
"Long enough," Catherine said. She put a folder on his desk, "They found her car, Nick and Warrick are already on their way there."
Catherine left the room. It took a minute for it to sink in, but when it finally did, Grissom shot out of his office as fast as he could. Catherine was outside in her car, the passenger side door was open and waiting for him. Grissom got into the car and shut the door. Catherine took out a stopwatch and turned it off.
"Forty-five seconds, I now owe Warrick ten bucks," she said.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"I told him it'd take you a minute to get out here," she said. She turned the car on.
"They're waiting for us," she said.
When the two finally got to the scene, Warrick and Nick were hard at work. Nick came over to them.
"Passing cop found it this morning, called it in. We id'd it, it's Sara's," he said.
"Thanks," Grissom said, getting out of the car. "Wait, I left my kit."
"Not really," Catherine said, she stuffed it into his hands.
"How did you…" Grissom started.
"Know? I just knew," Catherine said.
"Hey, Grissom," Warrick said from the back seat of Sara's car.
"What?" he asked.
"Blood," Warrick said.
"How much?" Grissom asked.
"Not much, but enough," Warrick said.
"Get it to the lab," Grissom said.
"Where else would it go?" Warrick asked.
"Warrick," Grissom warned.
"I haven't slept," Warrick replied in defense.
"I can tell," Grissom said.
"Gris, we got a second set of prints on the wheel, and two different strands of brown hair," Catherine said from the front seat.
"Good," Grissom said. "Nick, have you found anything?"
"No, the guy even took her kit," Nick said, his head still in the trunk.
"Who's this?" Catherine asked, she took out a picture from the front seat and turned it over. "Christine, June 26, 1989."
"The killer left a clue," Grissom said, taking the picture from her.
Sara awoke and attempted to sit up. She had to lay back down because of the handcuffs. She heard breathing beside her. She turned her head and saw the man sitting beside her bed in a chair.
"Michael," she said softly. He awoke immediately.
"Is there something, anything?" he asked her.
"How long has it been since you got me from that other woman's house?" she asked him.
"Four days, it's 10:30 AM now," he said.
"I don't remember much, please, tell me about me," Sara said.
"You are a nurse. Your name is Christine Daniel and you are my fiancee. You disappeared six years ago. The people said you were dead, but I didn't believe them. I have looked for you and found many imposters. No one should look like you, Christine, that is why I had to make them go away. So you could be the most beautiful person in the world," the man said this and stroked Sara's hair gently.
"I'm so sorry I scarred you," Sara said.
"It's ok, now we can always be together," he said.
"Yes, always," Sara smiled softly at him. "Can you leave? I need some more sleep," Sara asked.
The man got out of his chair. "Goodnight, love," he said.
"Goodnight," Sara said. The man left the room. Sara closed her eyes and thought of the many ways she could escape. After thinking up ways to escape she thought up the many ways she could beat this guy up. Next she thought up the many vegetarian meals she could make, without quiche. Each thought made her smile more.
'This guy is going to have one hell of a brake-down when he finds out who I am. And who I am not,' Sara thought to herself. Sara stared at the wall, trying to do nothing but bore herself.
'I will have to go soon.'