Chapter 11
He had never seen Sara like this. She was like a daughter to him. He could barely stand to see her like this. The fact was that it scared him. Her normally slightly curly brown hair was straight and messy. Her skin was a pasty white. She was thin, bone thin. She had lost a lot of weight in her five days of absence. He knew that it was mostly blood lost.
The doctors had put her on an IV that was dropping blood right into her veins. They had just finished stitching up the cuts on her head. They were going to run some tests on her after she had finished getting the blood in her system.
"Oh my god," Catherine said, Grissom had been the only one able to see her so far. The others were just now getting clearance. "I didn't know that it was so bad."
"Yeah, it's bad," Grissom said, turning away from the window. "The good thing is that she'll be ok."
"Yeah," Catherine said.
"Where are the others?" Grissom asked.
"Arguing with the nurses to give them clearance," Catherine said.
Grissom shook his head. "Has anyone spoken with the driver?" he asked her.
"No, the police wanted us to speak with him first.
"Well, shall we?" Grissom asked, offering Catherine his hand.
"The sooner we go, the sooner we get back here," Catherine said.
Catherine and Grissom walked to where the man was being held.
When they walked in he stuck his hands in the air.
"I didn't do nothin' to her," he said. "I was playin' Good Samaritan like my mommy taught me."
"We aren't here to arrest you," Catherine said.
"Good," the man said; he sat down again.
"But you could still have a lawyer," she said, "for picking up a hitch- hiker."
"I didn't do nothin' wrong. I see some little girl wavin her hands at me lookin' lost, I stop to help her, I don't need no lawyer," he said.
"Great," Grissom said. "We first wanted to thank you for saving her life."
"You're welcome," the man said.
"What is your name?" Catherine asked the man.
"Ron," the man said.
"No last name?" Catherine asked.
"It's on my driver's license, but I like Ron," Ron said.
"Great, Ron, would you like to know a little about the woman you picked up.
"Woman? She couldn't have been more than twenty," Ron said.
Catherine almost laughed, "she's just over thirty, sir," Catherine said.
"Damn, she looks good for her age," Ron said.
"She'll be happy to hear it," Catherine said. "She is an officer for the Las Vegas Crime Lab, like I am. She was kidnapped by a serial killer five days ago. She somehow managed to escape and find you. You saved her life," Catherine told Ron.
Ron sat back in his chair and tried to sink it all in. "You mean to tell me I just saved someone? All I thought I was doing was helping a little girl," he said.
"You did more than that," Grissom said. "These officers are going to want a full statement, in as much detail as possible, from you." Grissom and Catherine stood up and left the room.
"Whatever I can do to help," Ron said.
"That's all we're asking him?" Catherine asked Grissom.
"The cops can do it, we have to be with Sara right now," Grissom said.
"Let us go," Catherine said.
The two walked back to Sara's room silently.
"Hey, where have yall been?" Nick asked them.
"You got clearance," Catherine said.
"Yeah, and you got a better mood," Nick said.
Catherine slapped him on the back of the head.
"Or not," Nick said. Catherine smiled.
"They said that once you two came back that we could go in," Warrick said, he came back with a bag of chips.
"Where's Brass?" Grissom asked.
"Interviewing the driver," Warrick said, popping a chip into his mouth.
"Let's go in then," Grissom said.
"Ladies first," Nick said, clearing the doorway for Catherine.
"Thank you," Catherine said, she walked into the room. The boys followed.
Catherine and Grissom both moved chairs to beside Sara. Nick and Warrick leaned against the wall. They waited for Sara to wake up.
He had never seen Sara like this. She was like a daughter to him. He could barely stand to see her like this. The fact was that it scared him. Her normally slightly curly brown hair was straight and messy. Her skin was a pasty white. She was thin, bone thin. She had lost a lot of weight in her five days of absence. He knew that it was mostly blood lost.
The doctors had put her on an IV that was dropping blood right into her veins. They had just finished stitching up the cuts on her head. They were going to run some tests on her after she had finished getting the blood in her system.
"Oh my god," Catherine said, Grissom had been the only one able to see her so far. The others were just now getting clearance. "I didn't know that it was so bad."
"Yeah, it's bad," Grissom said, turning away from the window. "The good thing is that she'll be ok."
"Yeah," Catherine said.
"Where are the others?" Grissom asked.
"Arguing with the nurses to give them clearance," Catherine said.
Grissom shook his head. "Has anyone spoken with the driver?" he asked her.
"No, the police wanted us to speak with him first.
"Well, shall we?" Grissom asked, offering Catherine his hand.
"The sooner we go, the sooner we get back here," Catherine said.
Catherine and Grissom walked to where the man was being held.
When they walked in he stuck his hands in the air.
"I didn't do nothin' to her," he said. "I was playin' Good Samaritan like my mommy taught me."
"We aren't here to arrest you," Catherine said.
"Good," the man said; he sat down again.
"But you could still have a lawyer," she said, "for picking up a hitch- hiker."
"I didn't do nothin' wrong. I see some little girl wavin her hands at me lookin' lost, I stop to help her, I don't need no lawyer," he said.
"Great," Grissom said. "We first wanted to thank you for saving her life."
"You're welcome," the man said.
"What is your name?" Catherine asked the man.
"Ron," the man said.
"No last name?" Catherine asked.
"It's on my driver's license, but I like Ron," Ron said.
"Great, Ron, would you like to know a little about the woman you picked up.
"Woman? She couldn't have been more than twenty," Ron said.
Catherine almost laughed, "she's just over thirty, sir," Catherine said.
"Damn, she looks good for her age," Ron said.
"She'll be happy to hear it," Catherine said. "She is an officer for the Las Vegas Crime Lab, like I am. She was kidnapped by a serial killer five days ago. She somehow managed to escape and find you. You saved her life," Catherine told Ron.
Ron sat back in his chair and tried to sink it all in. "You mean to tell me I just saved someone? All I thought I was doing was helping a little girl," he said.
"You did more than that," Grissom said. "These officers are going to want a full statement, in as much detail as possible, from you." Grissom and Catherine stood up and left the room.
"Whatever I can do to help," Ron said.
"That's all we're asking him?" Catherine asked Grissom.
"The cops can do it, we have to be with Sara right now," Grissom said.
"Let us go," Catherine said.
The two walked back to Sara's room silently.
"Hey, where have yall been?" Nick asked them.
"You got clearance," Catherine said.
"Yeah, and you got a better mood," Nick said.
Catherine slapped him on the back of the head.
"Or not," Nick said. Catherine smiled.
"They said that once you two came back that we could go in," Warrick said, he came back with a bag of chips.
"Where's Brass?" Grissom asked.
"Interviewing the driver," Warrick said, popping a chip into his mouth.
"Let's go in then," Grissom said.
"Ladies first," Nick said, clearing the doorway for Catherine.
"Thank you," Catherine said, she walked into the room. The boys followed.
Catherine and Grissom both moved chairs to beside Sara. Nick and Warrick leaned against the wall. They waited for Sara to wake up.