Chapter 10
"Dinner!" the man came into Sara's room with a tray and a bowl on it.
"Noodle soup," he declared.
"Wonderful," Sara said sarcastically, opening her eyes.
"I knew you'd like it," he said. He put the tray down on her bed. He stuck the silver spoon into the porcelain bowl.
'Now,' Sara thought.
Sara sat up a little and leaned forward to get the soup. While doing so she 'accidentally' tipped the tray over onto the floor and on the man.
"Oh my God! Are you ok? I didn't mean to do it!" Sara said, feigning worry.
"Oh, darling, it's ok. It was an accident. Besides, it was only chicken soup, it won't stain," he said. He got off his chair to start picking the noodles and vegetables off the ground.
'Now or never," Sara thought. She wriggled her wrist out of the cuff and sat up.
"Hey," she said, the man looked up. "Never kidnap me, it just makes me mad," Sara said. She kicked him in the side of the head with the side of her boot. He fell, nearly unconscious, to the floor. Sara got up off the bed and stood up. The man tried to stand up but Sara kicked him again. This time she kicked him in the chest. The force knocked him into the side of the bed. He became unconscious. Sara bent down and checked his pulse. It was strong. She checked his head to make sure he wouldn't bleed to death. He wouldn't. To make sure he wouldn't follow her, even though he probably had the key on him, Sara handcuffed him to the side of the bed.
Sara couldn't resist. She knelt down and kissed his forehead. "Bye, honey," she said. Then she spun around and ran out.
Sara ran down the hallway and down the stairs. She took the ten-dollar bill that was lying by the door. She didn't see any keys so she ran off without them. Sara ran down the stairs and looked behind her to make sure no one was following her. Sara put the money into her pocket and kept running. She kept running even though she was fully aware that she was weak and was feeling dizzy.
'I just hope blood loss doesn't take me over before I can get a ride,' Sara thought to herself.
Sara tripped on some pebbles in the road. She fell down and scrapped her knee.
"Damnit!" Sara called out. Her ankle hurt so much she could barely stand.
'I hate these boots, I probably just sprained my ankle," Sara thought.
Cursing to herself, and holding back tears of pain, Sara stood up and kept running.
'I probably look like shit,' she thought to herself.
Sara reached the highway after about five minutes. Sara stopped for a second to catch her breath. Sara almost fainted so she started to run again. She ran for almost another four minutes when she saw a truck coming her way. She started waving furiously at it. The truck slowed. It was a blue Toyota.
"Need something, miss?" the man in the truck asked her. Sara ran to the window.
"Oh, God. Thank God you're here. Please, help me. Take me to Las Vegas. I was kidnapped," Sara barely finished saying it when she fainted right in front of him.
"Aw, shit, somehow, I know I'm gonna get in trouble," the man said. He turned of the engine, stepped out of the truck, and picked her up.
"Las Vegas, eh?" he asked her. "Well, mystery lady, you're lucky I'm headed that way."
The man carried her over to the other side of his truck. He opened the door and put her in. He looked down and saw that his shirt had blood on it. He looked at Sara (mystery woman) and saw the cuts on her head.
"Damn, you're gonna get me in big trouble young lady," he scolded her, not realizing that she was a grown woman (she looked 17 in her outfit). "And don't you get blood on my seat. Sara scooted down in her seat some. Some blood got on the seat.
"Never mind," he said. The man walked to his side of the truck and got in. He started the engine and the two left.
Grissom and the others were in the conference lab going over the evidence.
"Grissom, we've gone over this six million times," Catherine said impatiently, she had her head in her and kept brushing it back, "I've practically memorized it all."
"I know Grissom, can't we get a brake?" Nick asked. He was actually being serious.
"There has got to be something here we missed," Grissom said, leafing through reports, evidence, etc.
"Damnit, Grissom, 10 minutes is all we're asking, just 10 God damn minutes," Warrick said. Warrick picked up his coffee cup and tried to drink from it. Getting nothing, he turned it upside down and not even a drop came out.
"Christ, Grissom, we've been in this room for three damn hours. I'm going nuts, I tell you, nuts," Catherine said.
"You three can have a brake," Grissom said. Catherine and the others stood up quickly. "In thirty minutes once we've gone over this one last time."
Catherine sat down slowly next to Grissom.
"Grissom," she said, she was smiling with a forced smile. "I have told you time and time again that I need a brake, now I will tell you why. I haven't slept in the past 28 hours. I haven't eaten in the past twenty-two. All I have had is coffee and water. And I swear, upon anything, that I am ready to kill to get something to eat and/or some sleep. Do you understand me?" Catherine asked. She was still smiling.
Grissom gave her a weird/frightened look. "Catherine, I have worked with you for a while. You have: surprised me, irritated me, made me feel dumb, and others things, but this is the first time you have actually scarred me," Grissom said, taking off his glasses.
"Does that mean we actually get a brake?" Catherine asked.
"Five minutes," Grissom said. Catherine and the boys ran out of the room but Nick came back in for a second.
"God, and I thought Millander was freaky," Nick said, he ran out.
Catherine came back in, "excuse me, but I have some hunting to do," Catherine pulled out her gun.
"Just don't kill him," Grissom said.
Grissom sat back in his chair and started to think. 'I didn't know Catherine could be like that,' he thought to himself.
Brake Room
"Damn, Catherine, since when do you go around threatening bodily harm to people?" Warrick asked Catherine as she was eating her pasta salad.
"It's the way I get when I repeatedly don't get enough sleep or enough to eat," Catherine said. "And I wouldn't do anything to get on my bad side when I'm like this. The last person who did ended with a broken finger."
"Ok, scary Catherine," Nick said, backing out of the room.
"What's going on?" Brass asked, coming into the room.
"Catherine's in a bad mood. One that could likely get someone killed. Hey Cath, you wanna hand me that gun?" Nick said.
Catherine looked down at her gun and smiled. "I wouldn't recommend it," she said.
"Ok Catherine, you need sleep," Brass said, "but I have to talk to all of you in the conference room."
"Good, that's where Grissom is," Warrick said. Catherine stood up and picked up her salad.
"Where are you going with that?" Brass asked.
"I am talking it with me," she said.
"Why?" Brass asked testily.
"Drop it," Nick said, "she will kill you if you don't."
"Whatever, just, don't get it on anything," Brass said. The four walked out of the room. Eckile had the luck of walking around the corner at that moment.
"Hey, no food out of the brake room," he told Catherine.
"Shit," Nick and Warrick said together, remembering the conference room.
Before Eckile could react, Catherine had him pinned up against the wall; her hand on his neck.
"I have not slept in 28 hours, this is the first thing I've eaten in 22, and I have a gun. Don't mess with me. The food comes with me. Got it?" she asked him, looking right into his eyes. Eckile nodded quickly.
"Good," Catherine said, she let go of his neck and slammed him into the wall. Catherine walked down the hallway to the conference room. The four men stood (yes, Eckile too) openmouthed.
"Who votes to give her a vacation, raise your hand," Nick said.
"Me," Warrick said, all four raised their hands.
"I think we better go to the conference room," Brass said.
"Yes, bye Eckile," Nick said. Warrick, Nick, and Brass walked down to the conference room.
"Damn, that woman is strong," Eckile said, he walked the other way.
Conference room
The three men walked in the conference room to see Grissom sitting in his chair looking over the evidence and Catherine in another chair eating her pasta salad and looking like a cat that swallowed a canary.
"Catherine, I applaud what you did to Eckile," Nick said.
"Thank you," Catherine said.
"What did she do?" Grissom asked.
"Oh, Eckile tried to tell her off but Cath pinned him up against a wall and told him," Warrick said. "It was beautiful."
"Did you hurt him?" Grissom asked Catherine.
"No," Catherine said in a mischievous voice, "but I could."
"Ok, Catherine, be quiet, I need to tell all of you something," Brass said.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"They found Sara," Brass said.
Everyone tried to keep his or her composure.
"Dead or alive?" Grissom asked, a little too calmly.
"Alive, but barely, she's not that well, but she's alive," Brass said. "A truck driver picked her up and brought her to the hospital, that's all I know."
"Let's go," Grissom said. The team ran out to their cars.
"Dinner!" the man came into Sara's room with a tray and a bowl on it.
"Noodle soup," he declared.
"Wonderful," Sara said sarcastically, opening her eyes.
"I knew you'd like it," he said. He put the tray down on her bed. He stuck the silver spoon into the porcelain bowl.
'Now,' Sara thought.
Sara sat up a little and leaned forward to get the soup. While doing so she 'accidentally' tipped the tray over onto the floor and on the man.
"Oh my God! Are you ok? I didn't mean to do it!" Sara said, feigning worry.
"Oh, darling, it's ok. It was an accident. Besides, it was only chicken soup, it won't stain," he said. He got off his chair to start picking the noodles and vegetables off the ground.
'Now or never," Sara thought. She wriggled her wrist out of the cuff and sat up.
"Hey," she said, the man looked up. "Never kidnap me, it just makes me mad," Sara said. She kicked him in the side of the head with the side of her boot. He fell, nearly unconscious, to the floor. Sara got up off the bed and stood up. The man tried to stand up but Sara kicked him again. This time she kicked him in the chest. The force knocked him into the side of the bed. He became unconscious. Sara bent down and checked his pulse. It was strong. She checked his head to make sure he wouldn't bleed to death. He wouldn't. To make sure he wouldn't follow her, even though he probably had the key on him, Sara handcuffed him to the side of the bed.
Sara couldn't resist. She knelt down and kissed his forehead. "Bye, honey," she said. Then she spun around and ran out.
Sara ran down the hallway and down the stairs. She took the ten-dollar bill that was lying by the door. She didn't see any keys so she ran off without them. Sara ran down the stairs and looked behind her to make sure no one was following her. Sara put the money into her pocket and kept running. She kept running even though she was fully aware that she was weak and was feeling dizzy.
'I just hope blood loss doesn't take me over before I can get a ride,' Sara thought to herself.
Sara tripped on some pebbles in the road. She fell down and scrapped her knee.
"Damnit!" Sara called out. Her ankle hurt so much she could barely stand.
'I hate these boots, I probably just sprained my ankle," Sara thought.
Cursing to herself, and holding back tears of pain, Sara stood up and kept running.
'I probably look like shit,' she thought to herself.
Sara reached the highway after about five minutes. Sara stopped for a second to catch her breath. Sara almost fainted so she started to run again. She ran for almost another four minutes when she saw a truck coming her way. She started waving furiously at it. The truck slowed. It was a blue Toyota.
"Need something, miss?" the man in the truck asked her. Sara ran to the window.
"Oh, God. Thank God you're here. Please, help me. Take me to Las Vegas. I was kidnapped," Sara barely finished saying it when she fainted right in front of him.
"Aw, shit, somehow, I know I'm gonna get in trouble," the man said. He turned of the engine, stepped out of the truck, and picked her up.
"Las Vegas, eh?" he asked her. "Well, mystery lady, you're lucky I'm headed that way."
The man carried her over to the other side of his truck. He opened the door and put her in. He looked down and saw that his shirt had blood on it. He looked at Sara (mystery woman) and saw the cuts on her head.
"Damn, you're gonna get me in big trouble young lady," he scolded her, not realizing that she was a grown woman (she looked 17 in her outfit). "And don't you get blood on my seat. Sara scooted down in her seat some. Some blood got on the seat.
"Never mind," he said. The man walked to his side of the truck and got in. He started the engine and the two left.
Grissom and the others were in the conference lab going over the evidence.
"Grissom, we've gone over this six million times," Catherine said impatiently, she had her head in her and kept brushing it back, "I've practically memorized it all."
"I know Grissom, can't we get a brake?" Nick asked. He was actually being serious.
"There has got to be something here we missed," Grissom said, leafing through reports, evidence, etc.
"Damnit, Grissom, 10 minutes is all we're asking, just 10 God damn minutes," Warrick said. Warrick picked up his coffee cup and tried to drink from it. Getting nothing, he turned it upside down and not even a drop came out.
"Christ, Grissom, we've been in this room for three damn hours. I'm going nuts, I tell you, nuts," Catherine said.
"You three can have a brake," Grissom said. Catherine and the others stood up quickly. "In thirty minutes once we've gone over this one last time."
Catherine sat down slowly next to Grissom.
"Grissom," she said, she was smiling with a forced smile. "I have told you time and time again that I need a brake, now I will tell you why. I haven't slept in the past 28 hours. I haven't eaten in the past twenty-two. All I have had is coffee and water. And I swear, upon anything, that I am ready to kill to get something to eat and/or some sleep. Do you understand me?" Catherine asked. She was still smiling.
Grissom gave her a weird/frightened look. "Catherine, I have worked with you for a while. You have: surprised me, irritated me, made me feel dumb, and others things, but this is the first time you have actually scarred me," Grissom said, taking off his glasses.
"Does that mean we actually get a brake?" Catherine asked.
"Five minutes," Grissom said. Catherine and the boys ran out of the room but Nick came back in for a second.
"God, and I thought Millander was freaky," Nick said, he ran out.
Catherine came back in, "excuse me, but I have some hunting to do," Catherine pulled out her gun.
"Just don't kill him," Grissom said.
Grissom sat back in his chair and started to think. 'I didn't know Catherine could be like that,' he thought to himself.
Brake Room
"Damn, Catherine, since when do you go around threatening bodily harm to people?" Warrick asked Catherine as she was eating her pasta salad.
"It's the way I get when I repeatedly don't get enough sleep or enough to eat," Catherine said. "And I wouldn't do anything to get on my bad side when I'm like this. The last person who did ended with a broken finger."
"Ok, scary Catherine," Nick said, backing out of the room.
"What's going on?" Brass asked, coming into the room.
"Catherine's in a bad mood. One that could likely get someone killed. Hey Cath, you wanna hand me that gun?" Nick said.
Catherine looked down at her gun and smiled. "I wouldn't recommend it," she said.
"Ok Catherine, you need sleep," Brass said, "but I have to talk to all of you in the conference room."
"Good, that's where Grissom is," Warrick said. Catherine stood up and picked up her salad.
"Where are you going with that?" Brass asked.
"I am talking it with me," she said.
"Why?" Brass asked testily.
"Drop it," Nick said, "she will kill you if you don't."
"Whatever, just, don't get it on anything," Brass said. The four walked out of the room. Eckile had the luck of walking around the corner at that moment.
"Hey, no food out of the brake room," he told Catherine.
"Shit," Nick and Warrick said together, remembering the conference room.
Before Eckile could react, Catherine had him pinned up against the wall; her hand on his neck.
"I have not slept in 28 hours, this is the first thing I've eaten in 22, and I have a gun. Don't mess with me. The food comes with me. Got it?" she asked him, looking right into his eyes. Eckile nodded quickly.
"Good," Catherine said, she let go of his neck and slammed him into the wall. Catherine walked down the hallway to the conference room. The four men stood (yes, Eckile too) openmouthed.
"Who votes to give her a vacation, raise your hand," Nick said.
"Me," Warrick said, all four raised their hands.
"I think we better go to the conference room," Brass said.
"Yes, bye Eckile," Nick said. Warrick, Nick, and Brass walked down to the conference room.
"Damn, that woman is strong," Eckile said, he walked the other way.
Conference room
The three men walked in the conference room to see Grissom sitting in his chair looking over the evidence and Catherine in another chair eating her pasta salad and looking like a cat that swallowed a canary.
"Catherine, I applaud what you did to Eckile," Nick said.
"Thank you," Catherine said.
"What did she do?" Grissom asked.
"Oh, Eckile tried to tell her off but Cath pinned him up against a wall and told him," Warrick said. "It was beautiful."
"Did you hurt him?" Grissom asked Catherine.
"No," Catherine said in a mischievous voice, "but I could."
"Ok, Catherine, be quiet, I need to tell all of you something," Brass said.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"They found Sara," Brass said.
Everyone tried to keep his or her composure.
"Dead or alive?" Grissom asked, a little too calmly.
"Alive, but barely, she's not that well, but she's alive," Brass said. "A truck driver picked her up and brought her to the hospital, that's all I know."
"Let's go," Grissom said. The team ran out to their cars.