Chapter 12
Sara woke up slowly. The first thing she saw was Catherine sleeping in a chair beside her.
"Catherine…" she said softly. She woke up.
"Sara" Catherine asked softly, "how are you feeling?"
"Like shit," Sara said, rubbing her eyes. "Where am I?"
"The Las Vegas hospital," Grissom said.
"Grissom? You're here?" Sara asked.
"We're here to," Nick and Warrick said together.
"How did I get here? The last thing I remember is running and trying to flag down some truck," Sara said.
"The truck stopped and the man brought you here," Grissom said.
Sara looked over at the IV stand.
"So that's how they give blood," she said. "I guess I live up to my name."
"What? Vampire lady?" Grissom asked.
"Grissom," Catherine said warningly.
"Oo, Catherine's gonna get you," Nick said.
"I still have my gun," Catherine said.
"I meant it as a compliment to you," Nick said.
"That's good," Catherine said.
Nick and Warrick walked over to Sara's bed.
"Jesus, Sara, you look like shit," Nick said.
"Nick!" everyone else but Sara shouted; but Sara started laughing.
"I bet I do, Nick," she said. "And thanks for the good laugh.
A doctor came into the room.
"Miss. Sidle?" he asked.
"Yes," Sara said.
"Hello, I am Dr. Mahon, I am working your case," he said, shaking her hand. "I thought that you might want to know what's going on."
"I do," Sara said.
"Do you mind if they're in the room?" he asked her, indicating her guests, Grissom frowned and Catherine looked ready to pounce on him. Warrick put a hand on her shoulder to hold her back.
"They're my coworkers and working my case, they'll find out anyway," Sara said.
"Ok, then," the doctor said. "As you might have noticed, you lost a lot of blood."
"No, really?" Nick said.
"Nick," Grissom said warningly.
"You also twisted your ankle, sprained your wrist, got several cuts and bruises, and had to get several stitches on your head. We are going to have to run some tests to see if your head was effected in any way," Dr. Mahon said.
"Great," Sara said sarcastically.
"I need to ask you a few questions," the doctor said.
"Shoot," Sara said.
"What is your name?"
"Sara Sidle."
"Where do you work?"
"The Las Vegas Crime Lab."
"What is the point of this?" Nick interrupted.
"To see if she suffered any memory loss," Dr. Mahon said. "Back to my questions."
"Where did you go to college?"
"Harvard, I think," Sara said, the doctor wrote down something on his pad.
"High School?"
"No clue."
"Elementary school?"
"Drawing a blank."
Where did you used to live?"
"In California."
"What city?"
"San Francisco."
"What are your parents names?"
Sara told him.
The questioning went on for five minutes. Sara either didn't answer or answered wrong most questions about childhood and growing up until about when she was 18 years old.
"The conclusion I draw is that you have lost some of your long term memory," the doctor said.
"This is stupid, who remembers the name of their elementary school anyway?" Sara asked.
Everyone in the room raised their hands.
"Damn," she said.
"I am getting you into Cat-Scan as soon as possible," Dr. Mahon said. He left the room.
"Oh, god," Sara said.
"Don't worry, Sara, it'll all come back, I think," Catherine said.
"I still can't believe this is happening to me," Sara said.
"We can't either," Grissom said.
"So, how's the party?" Brass asked, coming into the room. "Ah, I see sleeping beauty has awakened."
"Are you trying to flatter me?" Sara asked.
"Yes," he said.
"All right, that's it, someone help me up. I want to look into a mirror," Sara said.
"I'm not sure if this is a good idea," Nick said.
"I want to see myself, people keep commenting on how I look. I want to see for myself," Sara said.
"Fine," Catherine said. "Grissom, grab that arm and the IV."
"Yes ma'am," Grissom said, he grabbed Sara's left arm and Catherine grabbed her right arm. Nick took the IV stand and pushed it along.
The three brought Sara to the room's bathroom where there was a full-length mirror.
Sara screamed when she saw herself. "What the hell happened to me? I look like and albino pencil with brown hair," she declared.
"Aw, come on Sara, you don't look that bad," Nick said.
"Oh, you're helping the matter," Sara said.
"I must have lost thirty pounds!" Sara said. "I know I haven't been eating much since I got kidnapped and there's the loss of blood. But this is ridiculous!" Sara exclaimed.
"Sara, don't get too worked up over this, you're still weak," Grissom said. "Besides, you'll get it all back quickly."
Grissom was trying to be supportive, but he was just saying the wrong things.
"Weak! I'll show you how weak I am," Sara said. She shrugged out of Catherine and Grissom's arms, grabbed the IV rack from Nick's and walked, very slowly and limping because of her ankle, back to her bed.
"I guess Sara can never be weak," Warrick said.
"Am I going to get a chance to say anything?" Brass asked.
"You can speak now," Sara said, she laid down.
"The truck driver wants to see you," Brass said.
"The one that brought me here and saved my life?" Sara asked.
"That very one," Brass said.
"Send him in," Sara said.
Brass walked out and came in a few minutes later with the man.
"Hi there," he said, "we never got a chance to talk out on the highway."
"We didn't, did we?" Sara said. Sara noticed his shirt. "What happened?" she asked.
"I had to carry you around to the other side of my truck to put you in, somewhere along the way you got blood on me," he said.
"Sorry to ruin a perfectly good shirt," Sara said.
"No problem, my mom's gonna be proud with me for doing a good deed and so will me wife and kids, that is worth more than anything," he said.
"Yes it is," Sara said. "I'm guessing you're a god fearing man."
"Yup, and proud of it," he said. "Are you really going to be ok?"
"Yes," Sara said. "And before you go, I'm sure someone will lend you a new shirt. A bloody shirt causes trouble out on the highway."
"I'm sure it does," the man agreed. "Is there anyway to get the blood off me seat?" he asked her.
"No, not unless you replace it," Sara said.
"Damn," the man said. "I happy you feel better."
"Thank you. And thanks for saving me," Sara said.
"Oh, you're welcome. Good bye," the man left the room.
"He's nice," Sara said.
"Yes, but you have to get down to Cat Scan," Dr. Mahon said, appearing in the doorway.
"When will I go home?" Sara asked.
"When I say you can. And then I suggest staying away from your house and with a friend or colleague. Your house will probably be the first place the kidnapper looks," he said.
"How many crime novels do you read?" Sara asked him.
"Too many," he said.
"I can tell."
Sara woke up slowly. The first thing she saw was Catherine sleeping in a chair beside her.
"Catherine…" she said softly. She woke up.
"Sara" Catherine asked softly, "how are you feeling?"
"Like shit," Sara said, rubbing her eyes. "Where am I?"
"The Las Vegas hospital," Grissom said.
"Grissom? You're here?" Sara asked.
"We're here to," Nick and Warrick said together.
"How did I get here? The last thing I remember is running and trying to flag down some truck," Sara said.
"The truck stopped and the man brought you here," Grissom said.
Sara looked over at the IV stand.
"So that's how they give blood," she said. "I guess I live up to my name."
"What? Vampire lady?" Grissom asked.
"Grissom," Catherine said warningly.
"Oo, Catherine's gonna get you," Nick said.
"I still have my gun," Catherine said.
"I meant it as a compliment to you," Nick said.
"That's good," Catherine said.
Nick and Warrick walked over to Sara's bed.
"Jesus, Sara, you look like shit," Nick said.
"Nick!" everyone else but Sara shouted; but Sara started laughing.
"I bet I do, Nick," she said. "And thanks for the good laugh.
A doctor came into the room.
"Miss. Sidle?" he asked.
"Yes," Sara said.
"Hello, I am Dr. Mahon, I am working your case," he said, shaking her hand. "I thought that you might want to know what's going on."
"I do," Sara said.
"Do you mind if they're in the room?" he asked her, indicating her guests, Grissom frowned and Catherine looked ready to pounce on him. Warrick put a hand on her shoulder to hold her back.
"They're my coworkers and working my case, they'll find out anyway," Sara said.
"Ok, then," the doctor said. "As you might have noticed, you lost a lot of blood."
"No, really?" Nick said.
"Nick," Grissom said warningly.
"You also twisted your ankle, sprained your wrist, got several cuts and bruises, and had to get several stitches on your head. We are going to have to run some tests to see if your head was effected in any way," Dr. Mahon said.
"Great," Sara said sarcastically.
"I need to ask you a few questions," the doctor said.
"Shoot," Sara said.
"What is your name?"
"Sara Sidle."
"Where do you work?"
"The Las Vegas Crime Lab."
"What is the point of this?" Nick interrupted.
"To see if she suffered any memory loss," Dr. Mahon said. "Back to my questions."
"Where did you go to college?"
"Harvard, I think," Sara said, the doctor wrote down something on his pad.
"High School?"
"No clue."
"Elementary school?"
"Drawing a blank."
Where did you used to live?"
"In California."
"What city?"
"San Francisco."
"What are your parents names?"
Sara told him.
The questioning went on for five minutes. Sara either didn't answer or answered wrong most questions about childhood and growing up until about when she was 18 years old.
"The conclusion I draw is that you have lost some of your long term memory," the doctor said.
"This is stupid, who remembers the name of their elementary school anyway?" Sara asked.
Everyone in the room raised their hands.
"Damn," she said.
"I am getting you into Cat-Scan as soon as possible," Dr. Mahon said. He left the room.
"Oh, god," Sara said.
"Don't worry, Sara, it'll all come back, I think," Catherine said.
"I still can't believe this is happening to me," Sara said.
"We can't either," Grissom said.
"So, how's the party?" Brass asked, coming into the room. "Ah, I see sleeping beauty has awakened."
"Are you trying to flatter me?" Sara asked.
"Yes," he said.
"All right, that's it, someone help me up. I want to look into a mirror," Sara said.
"I'm not sure if this is a good idea," Nick said.
"I want to see myself, people keep commenting on how I look. I want to see for myself," Sara said.
"Fine," Catherine said. "Grissom, grab that arm and the IV."
"Yes ma'am," Grissom said, he grabbed Sara's left arm and Catherine grabbed her right arm. Nick took the IV stand and pushed it along.
The three brought Sara to the room's bathroom where there was a full-length mirror.
Sara screamed when she saw herself. "What the hell happened to me? I look like and albino pencil with brown hair," she declared.
"Aw, come on Sara, you don't look that bad," Nick said.
"Oh, you're helping the matter," Sara said.
"I must have lost thirty pounds!" Sara said. "I know I haven't been eating much since I got kidnapped and there's the loss of blood. But this is ridiculous!" Sara exclaimed.
"Sara, don't get too worked up over this, you're still weak," Grissom said. "Besides, you'll get it all back quickly."
Grissom was trying to be supportive, but he was just saying the wrong things.
"Weak! I'll show you how weak I am," Sara said. She shrugged out of Catherine and Grissom's arms, grabbed the IV rack from Nick's and walked, very slowly and limping because of her ankle, back to her bed.
"I guess Sara can never be weak," Warrick said.
"Am I going to get a chance to say anything?" Brass asked.
"You can speak now," Sara said, she laid down.
"The truck driver wants to see you," Brass said.
"The one that brought me here and saved my life?" Sara asked.
"That very one," Brass said.
"Send him in," Sara said.
Brass walked out and came in a few minutes later with the man.
"Hi there," he said, "we never got a chance to talk out on the highway."
"We didn't, did we?" Sara said. Sara noticed his shirt. "What happened?" she asked.
"I had to carry you around to the other side of my truck to put you in, somewhere along the way you got blood on me," he said.
"Sorry to ruin a perfectly good shirt," Sara said.
"No problem, my mom's gonna be proud with me for doing a good deed and so will me wife and kids, that is worth more than anything," he said.
"Yes it is," Sara said. "I'm guessing you're a god fearing man."
"Yup, and proud of it," he said. "Are you really going to be ok?"
"Yes," Sara said. "And before you go, I'm sure someone will lend you a new shirt. A bloody shirt causes trouble out on the highway."
"I'm sure it does," the man agreed. "Is there anyway to get the blood off me seat?" he asked her.
"No, not unless you replace it," Sara said.
"Damn," the man said. "I happy you feel better."
"Thank you. And thanks for saving me," Sara said.
"Oh, you're welcome. Good bye," the man left the room.
"He's nice," Sara said.
"Yes, but you have to get down to Cat Scan," Dr. Mahon said, appearing in the doorway.
"When will I go home?" Sara asked.
"When I say you can. And then I suggest staying away from your house and with a friend or colleague. Your house will probably be the first place the kidnapper looks," he said.
"How many crime novels do you read?" Sara asked him.
"Too many," he said.
"I can tell."