Every Once in Awhile.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone of these people, or the Tahoe. A/N: Sorry about the long no-update. Writers block!! aaahhh, but now we're back in business.
Chapter 7
"Nick, are you sure? Is her car there? A note, anything?" Grissom asked.
"Nothing Grissom, do you not think that I've already given the place a twice over?" Nick was very upset, and Grissom could tell.
"Ok, me and Warrick will come over, do the usual. Ok?"
"Yeah, thanks man." Nick hung up his phone, and unlocked the cabinet where he and Sara stored their gun. He noticed that hers wasn't there. "Damn!" Nick yelled. He was so frustrated. How could I let this happed to her? Nick wanted to kick something, but then remembered that his house may become a crime scene. He went into the living room and just sat on the couch and thought. Soon enough, Brass, Grissom, and Warrick entered.
"Hey man, it'll be ok," Warrick told Nick. They were like brothers. "We'll find her. Now, why don't you tell me what happened, ok?" Nick nodded.
"This morning she came home from her parents house, like a day and a half early, and she passed out. She was saying something about her dad getting mad at her, but then she changed the subject. When I woke up, I reached over. uh, for her, and she wasn't there, so I went into the kitchen thinking she'd be there. She wasn't anywhere, I-I can't believe I let this happen to her." Nick buried his face in his hands. "Is it ok if I go for a walk?"
"Yeah, we'll be a few minutes." Grissom replied. "Warrick, you want to go check on him? I can manage until Catherine comes." Warrick nodded and walked out after Nick.
***
Everything was dark, and cold. Sara was regaining her consciousness again. All she could feel was cold. She had a headache as well. It took her awhile to open her eyes. Then it took another minute for her eyes to adjust. She was in an empty room, one that looked to be a cellar. Her hands were being held above her head. 'Am I handcuffed?' she thought. She jingled her hands, and sure enough she was. Suddenly Sara thought she was going to pass out. She was exhausted from moving the little bit that she did. But the instant she heard a voice, her head shot up, eyes searching the room.
"Why Sara, awake my sleeping beauty? I hope your head doesn't hurt too much." He taunted her. And she knew from the minute that she heard his voice that it was Mike. "I'm so sorry I had to hurt you baby, but you hurt me too. Plus, it was the only way I could get you over here. Do you know where we are?" Sara shook her head slightly, trying to not put too much pressure on it. "Well, you'll never know." He laughed. Mike pulled something from behind his back. "Do you know what this is?"
"No. no, please." Sara felt fear surge up her spine. She knew what was coming.
"Yes, yes. You remember that time you took me riding? You rode that ugly brown horse, and you put me on an uglier small ratty thing? And it threw me off? That lame excuse of a horse threw me! And it was your entire fault, you know? It was that fucking whip you left in the ring!"
"It wasn't-" Sara was cut off.
"Yes, it was you." He grinned, she glared, and then there was a snapping sound. He whipped her hard, and without her hands to protect herself, it did great damage. Cuts across her body started appearing and blood slowly made its way to the surface, then it started coming faster, and faster. Sara didn't scream out in pain, she barely flinched. She was so tired, so helpless, she just couldn't.
"What happened to you Sidle? Lost your flame of rage?" Mike kept on whipping her, thoroughly enjoying it. One slashed across Sara's face, another across her stomach. And when Mike stopped having his fun, he dropped the whip. He kneeled down beside her. He started to feel her out, right before she passed out again.
*** "Hey Nick. I'm so sorry," Catherine gave him a big hug. Nick was getting some coffee in the break room waiting for news on the evidence that Grissom and crew found.
"Hey Nick, results on the prints are back," Warrick told him. "Grissom has them." They all left the break room and went to Grissom's office.
"We found Michael's prints. Brass has his men looking for him. Ok, Warrick I want you to go back to Nick's and look for anything else we may have missed. Catherine, go with Warrick. Nick, go get some sleep, you need it." And with that everyone left Grissom's office. He sat back down and rubbed his temples. 'Why could anyone be so cruel, especially to Sara?' He hated to admit it, but he was feeling. He was feeling scared, and mad, and sad. He shook off those thoughts and picked up his phone. He flipped through a file that contained Sara's information, including her parent's number.
"Hello?" a scruff voice boomed over the line.
"Hi, this is Gil Grissom from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I'm calling about your daughter Sara, she was-''
"I don't have a daughter. She should be dead by now anyways." Then there was a click, and dial tone.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone of these people, or the Tahoe. A/N: Sorry about the long no-update. Writers block!! aaahhh, but now we're back in business.
Chapter 7
"Nick, are you sure? Is her car there? A note, anything?" Grissom asked.
"Nothing Grissom, do you not think that I've already given the place a twice over?" Nick was very upset, and Grissom could tell.
"Ok, me and Warrick will come over, do the usual. Ok?"
"Yeah, thanks man." Nick hung up his phone, and unlocked the cabinet where he and Sara stored their gun. He noticed that hers wasn't there. "Damn!" Nick yelled. He was so frustrated. How could I let this happed to her? Nick wanted to kick something, but then remembered that his house may become a crime scene. He went into the living room and just sat on the couch and thought. Soon enough, Brass, Grissom, and Warrick entered.
"Hey man, it'll be ok," Warrick told Nick. They were like brothers. "We'll find her. Now, why don't you tell me what happened, ok?" Nick nodded.
"This morning she came home from her parents house, like a day and a half early, and she passed out. She was saying something about her dad getting mad at her, but then she changed the subject. When I woke up, I reached over. uh, for her, and she wasn't there, so I went into the kitchen thinking she'd be there. She wasn't anywhere, I-I can't believe I let this happen to her." Nick buried his face in his hands. "Is it ok if I go for a walk?"
"Yeah, we'll be a few minutes." Grissom replied. "Warrick, you want to go check on him? I can manage until Catherine comes." Warrick nodded and walked out after Nick.
***
Everything was dark, and cold. Sara was regaining her consciousness again. All she could feel was cold. She had a headache as well. It took her awhile to open her eyes. Then it took another minute for her eyes to adjust. She was in an empty room, one that looked to be a cellar. Her hands were being held above her head. 'Am I handcuffed?' she thought. She jingled her hands, and sure enough she was. Suddenly Sara thought she was going to pass out. She was exhausted from moving the little bit that she did. But the instant she heard a voice, her head shot up, eyes searching the room.
"Why Sara, awake my sleeping beauty? I hope your head doesn't hurt too much." He taunted her. And she knew from the minute that she heard his voice that it was Mike. "I'm so sorry I had to hurt you baby, but you hurt me too. Plus, it was the only way I could get you over here. Do you know where we are?" Sara shook her head slightly, trying to not put too much pressure on it. "Well, you'll never know." He laughed. Mike pulled something from behind his back. "Do you know what this is?"
"No. no, please." Sara felt fear surge up her spine. She knew what was coming.
"Yes, yes. You remember that time you took me riding? You rode that ugly brown horse, and you put me on an uglier small ratty thing? And it threw me off? That lame excuse of a horse threw me! And it was your entire fault, you know? It was that fucking whip you left in the ring!"
"It wasn't-" Sara was cut off.
"Yes, it was you." He grinned, she glared, and then there was a snapping sound. He whipped her hard, and without her hands to protect herself, it did great damage. Cuts across her body started appearing and blood slowly made its way to the surface, then it started coming faster, and faster. Sara didn't scream out in pain, she barely flinched. She was so tired, so helpless, she just couldn't.
"What happened to you Sidle? Lost your flame of rage?" Mike kept on whipping her, thoroughly enjoying it. One slashed across Sara's face, another across her stomach. And when Mike stopped having his fun, he dropped the whip. He kneeled down beside her. He started to feel her out, right before she passed out again.
*** "Hey Nick. I'm so sorry," Catherine gave him a big hug. Nick was getting some coffee in the break room waiting for news on the evidence that Grissom and crew found.
"Hey Nick, results on the prints are back," Warrick told him. "Grissom has them." They all left the break room and went to Grissom's office.
"We found Michael's prints. Brass has his men looking for him. Ok, Warrick I want you to go back to Nick's and look for anything else we may have missed. Catherine, go with Warrick. Nick, go get some sleep, you need it." And with that everyone left Grissom's office. He sat back down and rubbed his temples. 'Why could anyone be so cruel, especially to Sara?' He hated to admit it, but he was feeling. He was feeling scared, and mad, and sad. He shook off those thoughts and picked up his phone. He flipped through a file that contained Sara's information, including her parent's number.
"Hello?" a scruff voice boomed over the line.
"Hi, this is Gil Grissom from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I'm calling about your daughter Sara, she was-''
"I don't have a daughter. She should be dead by now anyways." Then there was a click, and dial tone.