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put you all out of your misery is chapter 4. (P.S. I had to create one or 2
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He slept for longer than he could've expected. That was until his cell phone rang. Groggily he answered, "Yeah its Nick, speak to me."
"Hey Nick look I'm really sorry to wake you up but you need to come down to the lab."
"Why? What's happened?" A sudden churning in his stomach began and a feeling of dread swept over him.
"Greg's been working for the past 2 hours or so. But anyway to cut to the chase... We know who attacked Sara it was."
"Don't tell me over the phone Cath otherwise I might end up taking a detour to the SOB's house."
"Fair enough, Just get here ASAP ok cos we've got a lot of work to do."
"I'll be right there, don't do anything without me ok, I want to."
"I know Nick I promise we wont steam on ahead."
"Thanks Cath, If I couldn't justice for myself I'm sure as hell going to get it for Sara."
He replaced the receiver back on its hook and sat up in bed. He meant what he said; if he couldn't get justice for himself he'd get it for Sara. And then the strangest thing occurred to him. Did he like Sara the same way Grissom did? He immediately cursed himself for thinking such things right now. Sara needed his help and he was trying to make sense of his feelings when he should be thinking about hers.
He got dressed in a hurry any old clothes thrown on would do. Appearances didn't matter, Sara did. 10 minutes later and he was in his car driving to the CSI labs. He mentally made a list of all the people on dayshift and who could have done this to Sara. There was Ecklie; the new guy whose name escaped him and the other new intern, Chad, that Greg was friendly with.
His money was on Ecklie. He'd always hated that guy. He was a creep and Nick felt edgy around him. So did everyone else according to most people. If he'd done this to Sara he wouldn't live to see another dayshift.
The journey went by in a blur, Nick subconsciously finding his way to the CSI labs. He parked his car in the staff car park and turned the key in the ignition. Did he really want to know who could hurt Sara? Would he be able to restrain himself when he did find out who had? Could he handle knowing all the details about the attack?
So many questions flooded his head; each one went unheeded and unanswered. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the steering wheel. He had to do this not only was it for Sara but more importantly it was his job. He'd always been able to block out the hurt and sadness that had come with similar cases and he had to find the courage and strength to be strong for Sara on this one.
Taking a deep breath, he marched up to the familiar building and shoved open the door. He suddenly felt sick to the stomach this was it. He was going to find out. He took another deep breath but this failed to calm his nerves. He approached Greg's office and marched in.
His colleague's faces looked up at him.
"I'm here,"
"We see that Nick," Greg joked.
"Cut it out Greg yeah? I'm really not in the mood."
"None of us are right now but we don't need to take it out on other people alright?" Catherine tried to restore peace between the 2 men.
"Yeah sorry Catherine, I'm just wound up."
"It's fine but lets get down to business ok?"
"Right tell me everything."
"Warrick and I dusted every single millimetre of Sara's house and came up with four sets of prints. Of course there's Sara's, yours, and some of Warrick's from where he fixed the plumbing last week. and there was."
"And who come on!!"
"Whoa hold your horses! We also found a single strand of hair in the bed that does not belong to Sara and the prints match the DNA of the hair.and guess what?"
"The rape test results match the DNA as well. tell me I'm right Catherine."
"Your bang on, one more thing though, whoever did it, it wasn't premeditated. hence why the prints were still there and the strand of hair."
"So we've got him right? Tell me this is straight forward."
"The evidence is crystal clear we can arrest the SOB right now. We just need to call Brass."
"One more thing though you still haven't told me who it is. come on Cath I'm strong enough just tell me."
" Your not going to like this one bit. Who do you think it is?"
"My money's on Ecklie."
"Then you've just lost all your money."
Nick's stomach churned. It wasn't Ecklie? He was sure it was him. So that left the other two guys. Which one did it.? His palms were sweating his mind going into overdrive. His hands shaking violently and feeling dizzy he felt the need to sit down as his knees went weak.
"It was the new intern downstairs, Chad. Seems he had an argument with Sara yesterday about the Danver's Case. He had some evidence that he shouldn't even be looking at and you know Sara she went mad at him. As of yet though me and Warrick are unsure why he went round to her house but Warrick's at the hospital now trying to get the details." "When's Sara coming to stay at mine?" "Well that's the thing Warrick's with her whilst she gets discharged and then he's taking her round to yours and helping her settle in."
"That's alright then, When you going to call Brass?" "Right now." And true to her word she did. And no later than midnight Nick, Catherine, Brass and some escorting police officers were round at Chad's house. It was an old run down place, in the rundown area of Las Vegas. Nick had been here before and he'd felt uneasy and now if he came face to face with Chad then. well he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. The police officers crept silently around the house although the use in that after all the sirens had gone off was from Nick's point of view useless. They camouflaged pretty well against the dark exterior of the house but he couldn't help but wish they'd hurry up and catch the SOB quickly. Anxiously he waited and unknowingly held onto Catherine's hand tightly, afraid to let go. Seconds later the police burst into the house and for a minute everything was silent. Nick could hear his own heavy breathing and then suddenly a static sound of Brass' Walkie-talkie broke the silence. "He's not here Sir," "Can you repeat that please?" Brass ordered insistently. "He's not here Sir." Brass breathed deeply and slammed a fist down on a police car bonnet. "Then where the hell is he?"
I know I know another cliffhanger but hey I like them. It's a long chapter this time and I hope you enjoyed it. Please r & r and give feedback if you can good and bad are always appreciated.
He slept for longer than he could've expected. That was until his cell phone rang. Groggily he answered, "Yeah its Nick, speak to me."
"Hey Nick look I'm really sorry to wake you up but you need to come down to the lab."
"Why? What's happened?" A sudden churning in his stomach began and a feeling of dread swept over him.
"Greg's been working for the past 2 hours or so. But anyway to cut to the chase... We know who attacked Sara it was."
"Don't tell me over the phone Cath otherwise I might end up taking a detour to the SOB's house."
"Fair enough, Just get here ASAP ok cos we've got a lot of work to do."
"I'll be right there, don't do anything without me ok, I want to."
"I know Nick I promise we wont steam on ahead."
"Thanks Cath, If I couldn't justice for myself I'm sure as hell going to get it for Sara."
He replaced the receiver back on its hook and sat up in bed. He meant what he said; if he couldn't get justice for himself he'd get it for Sara. And then the strangest thing occurred to him. Did he like Sara the same way Grissom did? He immediately cursed himself for thinking such things right now. Sara needed his help and he was trying to make sense of his feelings when he should be thinking about hers.
He got dressed in a hurry any old clothes thrown on would do. Appearances didn't matter, Sara did. 10 minutes later and he was in his car driving to the CSI labs. He mentally made a list of all the people on dayshift and who could have done this to Sara. There was Ecklie; the new guy whose name escaped him and the other new intern, Chad, that Greg was friendly with.
His money was on Ecklie. He'd always hated that guy. He was a creep and Nick felt edgy around him. So did everyone else according to most people. If he'd done this to Sara he wouldn't live to see another dayshift.
The journey went by in a blur, Nick subconsciously finding his way to the CSI labs. He parked his car in the staff car park and turned the key in the ignition. Did he really want to know who could hurt Sara? Would he be able to restrain himself when he did find out who had? Could he handle knowing all the details about the attack?
So many questions flooded his head; each one went unheeded and unanswered. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the steering wheel. He had to do this not only was it for Sara but more importantly it was his job. He'd always been able to block out the hurt and sadness that had come with similar cases and he had to find the courage and strength to be strong for Sara on this one.
Taking a deep breath, he marched up to the familiar building and shoved open the door. He suddenly felt sick to the stomach this was it. He was going to find out. He took another deep breath but this failed to calm his nerves. He approached Greg's office and marched in.
His colleague's faces looked up at him.
"I'm here,"
"We see that Nick," Greg joked.
"Cut it out Greg yeah? I'm really not in the mood."
"None of us are right now but we don't need to take it out on other people alright?" Catherine tried to restore peace between the 2 men.
"Yeah sorry Catherine, I'm just wound up."
"It's fine but lets get down to business ok?"
"Right tell me everything."
"Warrick and I dusted every single millimetre of Sara's house and came up with four sets of prints. Of course there's Sara's, yours, and some of Warrick's from where he fixed the plumbing last week. and there was."
"And who come on!!"
"Whoa hold your horses! We also found a single strand of hair in the bed that does not belong to Sara and the prints match the DNA of the hair.and guess what?"
"The rape test results match the DNA as well. tell me I'm right Catherine."
"Your bang on, one more thing though, whoever did it, it wasn't premeditated. hence why the prints were still there and the strand of hair."
"So we've got him right? Tell me this is straight forward."
"The evidence is crystal clear we can arrest the SOB right now. We just need to call Brass."
"One more thing though you still haven't told me who it is. come on Cath I'm strong enough just tell me."
" Your not going to like this one bit. Who do you think it is?"
"My money's on Ecklie."
"Then you've just lost all your money."
Nick's stomach churned. It wasn't Ecklie? He was sure it was him. So that left the other two guys. Which one did it.? His palms were sweating his mind going into overdrive. His hands shaking violently and feeling dizzy he felt the need to sit down as his knees went weak.
"It was the new intern downstairs, Chad. Seems he had an argument with Sara yesterday about the Danver's Case. He had some evidence that he shouldn't even be looking at and you know Sara she went mad at him. As of yet though me and Warrick are unsure why he went round to her house but Warrick's at the hospital now trying to get the details." "When's Sara coming to stay at mine?" "Well that's the thing Warrick's with her whilst she gets discharged and then he's taking her round to yours and helping her settle in."
"That's alright then, When you going to call Brass?" "Right now." And true to her word she did. And no later than midnight Nick, Catherine, Brass and some escorting police officers were round at Chad's house. It was an old run down place, in the rundown area of Las Vegas. Nick had been here before and he'd felt uneasy and now if he came face to face with Chad then. well he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. The police officers crept silently around the house although the use in that after all the sirens had gone off was from Nick's point of view useless. They camouflaged pretty well against the dark exterior of the house but he couldn't help but wish they'd hurry up and catch the SOB quickly. Anxiously he waited and unknowingly held onto Catherine's hand tightly, afraid to let go. Seconds later the police burst into the house and for a minute everything was silent. Nick could hear his own heavy breathing and then suddenly a static sound of Brass' Walkie-talkie broke the silence. "He's not here Sir," "Can you repeat that please?" Brass ordered insistently. "He's not here Sir." Brass breathed deeply and slammed a fist down on a police car bonnet. "Then where the hell is he?"
I know I know another cliffhanger but hey I like them. It's a long chapter this time and I hope you enjoyed it. Please r & r and give feedback if you can good and bad are always appreciated.