1 Every Once in Awhile…
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone of these people, or the Tahoe.
2 Chapter 4
"Hey, what are you talking about?" Sara asked Catherine and Brass as they whispered.
"Oh, nothing. Just some stuff relating to our Jane Doe," Brass replied.
"Well can I be filled in on some of it? This is my case too you know." Sara started to get frustrated. She hated to be the last to know something.
"It's none of your concern," Catherine replied harshly. Did I sound too much of a bitch? Damn it! "I'm sorry Sara, it's just-"
Sara cut her off, "Fine, I can see when I'm not wanted. Why don't you just keep talking about this person, and I'll do all the work that we're here for. I'm not stupid." Sara stormed off. She went back to Jane Doe who had not moved since Sara was last there. Damn them, she thought. Sara scanned the crime scene carefully looking for evidence.
"A-ha! Gotcha." Sara took out a pair of tweezers and pulled out a piece of hair from the ground. She eyed it carefully, and placed it into a small evidence bag. Then after Sara collected some more hopeful evidence, she reached into her kit for something. She unscrewed the lid to her powder and swished a brush around in it. She dusted around the sink hoping to find a few fingerprints. After she found five different sets of fingerprints, she took an epithelial sample from under the victim's fingernails.
"Now what?" Sara asked herself. She was feeling very alone, because Catherine hadn't come back inside. "I guess I'll take a look at all the possible entrances." Sara started at the back door and looked for possible break in. Then she searched the windows, and finally the front door. When she found no forced entry, she went back outside to find Catherine and Brass still talking.
"For crying out loud," Sara mumbled. "Excuse me, but incase you haven't noticed, I'm ready to leave because I finished processing the whole damn scene! The job that you and I were supposed to do!" And with that, Sara stormed off to the car. She was getting a very bad headache and very dizzy. She threw her kit in the back seat and closed her eyes.
"Hey, you OK?" Catherine asked Sara upon walking to the car. Catherine climbed in and started the car. "Sara?" She didn't answer. "Look, I'm sorry. I had to talk to Brass about some stuff regarding… someone." Catherine sighed, she knew with Sara's stubbornness that not filling her in would get her nowhere. "Look, I asked Brass if, if Michael was out of jail, because I thought I heard about it somewhere." At Sara's dubious look she gave her the full truth. "Ok, so that's what you looked like when he… and so I had to check." Catherine sighed again.
"And…?" Sara asked, waiting for the rest.
"He-he was bailed out. I don't know why, or when, but he was. Ok? Look, I'm sorry that I didn't help you process the rest of the scene." Catherine looked over to Sara. Sara looked as if she were about to punch the living crap of anyone who happened to tap her on her shoulder.
"It's not about the scene, it's-it's about how friends should treat each other. Or-" Sara started to choke up. "God damn it!" She started to tense up. I can't cry in front of Catherine. She hates me enough; she doesn't need to see me this vulnerable.
"Sara, I'm sorry, I just didn't think now was the right time to tell you." Catherine looked over to a now teary Sara. "Sara, what's wrong?" Catherine asked Sara.
"Nothing. You wouldn't understand. No one will ever understand! God, damn it!" Why did they let the son-of-a-bitch out of jail?
"You have every right to be mad, Sara, but maybe you can get a restraining order," Catherine suggested.
"Right. And when was the last time that worked for any of our previous Vics?" Sara asked choking back the tears she knew would flow over soon. "Sorry. I'm just so mad that they would think of doing that." Sara yawned.
"Tired?" Catherine asked.
"It's been a long day." Sara replied. "Maybe I'll ask Grissom if I can rest on the couch or something."
"I'm sure he'll let you." The rest of the car ride was silent, mostly because Sara fell asleep from exhaustion. Catherine smiled to herself at the peaceful Sara sleeping.
~*~*~*~*~
"You know you want me!" A voice from hell spoke.
"Get away," the she cried.
"Here's the plan: I'll do you, then kill you. Haha." She tried kicking herself out from under him, she scratched, she tried everything.
"Please, just stop!" she cried. He reached over for her gun, and placed it at her temple. She screamed.
~*~*~*~*~
"Sara! Sara, wake up." Catherine rubbed her shoulder. "Sara." Man, she's out of it. God, don't scream again Sara, if Grissom hears, Lord knows what he'll do. Catherine shook her once more, and Sara woke up. "Sara, you OK? You were screaming in your sleep." Sara sat up and Catherine sat next to her on the couch.
"Oh, it was just… a nightmare." Sara ran her hand through her hair. "I better go check to see if Greg's processed out stuff." She stood up and went in search of Greg.
"Hey Sara!" Greg called out.
"Hey, you got my stuff?" Sara asked him.
"You got a hair brush?" Greg was teasing her, and she wasn't in the mood to laugh it off.
"Yeah, well at least I don't look like this everyday, unlike you!" She decided to get her results later. She needed to go and clear her head. Man, I'm in such a bad mood. Maybe I should go for a walk. Sara didn't know where to go. She sat outside by a tree and rested her head.
"Hey sweetie!" Sara heard Nick say. He sat down next to her and kissed her. He gave her a quizzical glance. "What's up? You look… distraught." Nick stroked her cheek.
"He was released, on bail. I-Catherine thinks that, that he may have killed the person we saw today. Uh, God Nick, I'm so scared, I mean, what if he comes after me again?" A shiver went down Sara's spine. Nick saw and wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled up against him, and rested her face on his chest. Keep me safe Nicky; she really wanted to tell him.
"You'll be safe, you know I'll never let him get you." Nick rubbed her back. "We should probably get back, Greg was looking for you, and I told him I'd find you." Nick helped her up. Sara gave a deep sigh. She walked back into the lab, and Sara went in search of Greg.
"You were looking for me?" Sara asked Greg once she found him processing something. "Sorry, for-uh, yelling at you."
"It's ok. I got your DNA sample back from Jane Doe's finger nails," Greg paused for a second, "and it matches Michael's."
A/N: Tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone of these people, or the Tahoe.
2 Chapter 4
"Hey, what are you talking about?" Sara asked Catherine and Brass as they whispered.
"Oh, nothing. Just some stuff relating to our Jane Doe," Brass replied.
"Well can I be filled in on some of it? This is my case too you know." Sara started to get frustrated. She hated to be the last to know something.
"It's none of your concern," Catherine replied harshly. Did I sound too much of a bitch? Damn it! "I'm sorry Sara, it's just-"
Sara cut her off, "Fine, I can see when I'm not wanted. Why don't you just keep talking about this person, and I'll do all the work that we're here for. I'm not stupid." Sara stormed off. She went back to Jane Doe who had not moved since Sara was last there. Damn them, she thought. Sara scanned the crime scene carefully looking for evidence.
"A-ha! Gotcha." Sara took out a pair of tweezers and pulled out a piece of hair from the ground. She eyed it carefully, and placed it into a small evidence bag. Then after Sara collected some more hopeful evidence, she reached into her kit for something. She unscrewed the lid to her powder and swished a brush around in it. She dusted around the sink hoping to find a few fingerprints. After she found five different sets of fingerprints, she took an epithelial sample from under the victim's fingernails.
"Now what?" Sara asked herself. She was feeling very alone, because Catherine hadn't come back inside. "I guess I'll take a look at all the possible entrances." Sara started at the back door and looked for possible break in. Then she searched the windows, and finally the front door. When she found no forced entry, she went back outside to find Catherine and Brass still talking.
"For crying out loud," Sara mumbled. "Excuse me, but incase you haven't noticed, I'm ready to leave because I finished processing the whole damn scene! The job that you and I were supposed to do!" And with that, Sara stormed off to the car. She was getting a very bad headache and very dizzy. She threw her kit in the back seat and closed her eyes.
"Hey, you OK?" Catherine asked Sara upon walking to the car. Catherine climbed in and started the car. "Sara?" She didn't answer. "Look, I'm sorry. I had to talk to Brass about some stuff regarding… someone." Catherine sighed, she knew with Sara's stubbornness that not filling her in would get her nowhere. "Look, I asked Brass if, if Michael was out of jail, because I thought I heard about it somewhere." At Sara's dubious look she gave her the full truth. "Ok, so that's what you looked like when he… and so I had to check." Catherine sighed again.
"And…?" Sara asked, waiting for the rest.
"He-he was bailed out. I don't know why, or when, but he was. Ok? Look, I'm sorry that I didn't help you process the rest of the scene." Catherine looked over to Sara. Sara looked as if she were about to punch the living crap of anyone who happened to tap her on her shoulder.
"It's not about the scene, it's-it's about how friends should treat each other. Or-" Sara started to choke up. "God damn it!" She started to tense up. I can't cry in front of Catherine. She hates me enough; she doesn't need to see me this vulnerable.
"Sara, I'm sorry, I just didn't think now was the right time to tell you." Catherine looked over to a now teary Sara. "Sara, what's wrong?" Catherine asked Sara.
"Nothing. You wouldn't understand. No one will ever understand! God, damn it!" Why did they let the son-of-a-bitch out of jail?
"You have every right to be mad, Sara, but maybe you can get a restraining order," Catherine suggested.
"Right. And when was the last time that worked for any of our previous Vics?" Sara asked choking back the tears she knew would flow over soon. "Sorry. I'm just so mad that they would think of doing that." Sara yawned.
"Tired?" Catherine asked.
"It's been a long day." Sara replied. "Maybe I'll ask Grissom if I can rest on the couch or something."
"I'm sure he'll let you." The rest of the car ride was silent, mostly because Sara fell asleep from exhaustion. Catherine smiled to herself at the peaceful Sara sleeping.
~*~*~*~*~
"You know you want me!" A voice from hell spoke.
"Get away," the she cried.
"Here's the plan: I'll do you, then kill you. Haha." She tried kicking herself out from under him, she scratched, she tried everything.
"Please, just stop!" she cried. He reached over for her gun, and placed it at her temple. She screamed.
~*~*~*~*~
"Sara! Sara, wake up." Catherine rubbed her shoulder. "Sara." Man, she's out of it. God, don't scream again Sara, if Grissom hears, Lord knows what he'll do. Catherine shook her once more, and Sara woke up. "Sara, you OK? You were screaming in your sleep." Sara sat up and Catherine sat next to her on the couch.
"Oh, it was just… a nightmare." Sara ran her hand through her hair. "I better go check to see if Greg's processed out stuff." She stood up and went in search of Greg.
"Hey Sara!" Greg called out.
"Hey, you got my stuff?" Sara asked him.
"You got a hair brush?" Greg was teasing her, and she wasn't in the mood to laugh it off.
"Yeah, well at least I don't look like this everyday, unlike you!" She decided to get her results later. She needed to go and clear her head. Man, I'm in such a bad mood. Maybe I should go for a walk. Sara didn't know where to go. She sat outside by a tree and rested her head.
"Hey sweetie!" Sara heard Nick say. He sat down next to her and kissed her. He gave her a quizzical glance. "What's up? You look… distraught." Nick stroked her cheek.
"He was released, on bail. I-Catherine thinks that, that he may have killed the person we saw today. Uh, God Nick, I'm so scared, I mean, what if he comes after me again?" A shiver went down Sara's spine. Nick saw and wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled up against him, and rested her face on his chest. Keep me safe Nicky; she really wanted to tell him.
"You'll be safe, you know I'll never let him get you." Nick rubbed her back. "We should probably get back, Greg was looking for you, and I told him I'd find you." Nick helped her up. Sara gave a deep sigh. She walked back into the lab, and Sara went in search of Greg.
"You were looking for me?" Sara asked Greg once she found him processing something. "Sorry, for-uh, yelling at you."
"It's ok. I got your DNA sample back from Jane Doe's finger nails," Greg paused for a second, "and it matches Michael's."
A/N: Tell me what you think!