Every Once in Awhile
Chapter 8
'She should be dead by now anyways.' What had that meant? Grissom never put his phone down. He tried remembering any and every conversation that he'd had with Sara since they first met. He remembered that after one of the seminars where he met her, they went out for dinner afterwards. She asked him questions about what he did. She was very curious. He remembered her saying that her parents were very lax, and she didn't see them very often. He dialed Nick's cell.
"Stokes," Nick answered.
"Nick, Grissom. Do you know anything about Sara's dad? Anything at all? Has she said anything about him? Ever?" Grissom's questions spilled out of him.
"No. The only thing she's ever said about her dad is that she came home early from visiting them because she got in a fight with him. Why?"
"Um, nothing. Thanks." Grissom hung up and dialed Catherine's number.
"Yeah," Catherine responded. Her and Warrick had just finished searching Nick's house again.
"Have you finished Nick's yet?" Grissom asked.
"Yup, just finished. Didn't find much. A few more finger prints. And we also found some blood on one of the pillows. We're coming in now."
"Good. Get all the evidence to Greg, and then I need you to come with me to Sara's apartment. I think we need to search there." Grissom sighed.
"Ok." Catherine responded, and they hung up.
"Hey Greggo! We need you to process this all ASAP!" Warrick shouted as he walked through the lab with a box in his hand.
"Sara's case?" Greg asked. He was very upset about this, because he had a longtime crush on Sara. Warrick shook his head. "I'll get it done as quickly as possible. Screw day shift." Greg managed a small chuckle.
"Yeah, well, you might not want to ignore them completely; Ecklie will be all over your ass!
Catherine and Grissom entered the home of Sara Sidle. 'It was dark,' Grissom thought, 'and somewhat messy. Typical Sara.' Catherine turned on the lights. They were both horrified at what they saw.
"Do you think..." Catherine trailed off, knowing that Grissom would know what she was trying to say.
"Let's just process." Grissom replied. Even though that was a typical Grissom thing to say, Catherine knew that he was feeling, something that he rarely ever did.
"Have you ever been here before Grissom? Or seen her place before now?" Catherine asked.
"Nope, never." Grissom went to the kitchen and started on the fridge. He knew that Sara was staying with Nick, and there wasn't much in the fridge. Some Chinese was in there. It reminded him of a case he worked on with Sara.
"Uh... Grissom! You mat want to take a look at this," Catherine yelled from the other room. Grissom walked over into Sara's bedroom, and on the wall was something written, apparently in blood. Grissom and Catherine stared in disbelief. On the wall was written, "You're not going to live."
Sara fought hard, she was trying to escape him. He was in her head. She couldn't get him out. He was touching her, feeling his way around her body. She felt sick. Her eyes shot open. She was still in the same place, same position. He wasn't there though. 'Good," Sara thought. She felt a cold breeze on her skin, and realized that she was only in a spaghetti-strap dress. It came down to her middle thighs. 'Where did my clothes go?' There was another cold breeze, and her father walked into the room. He smiled a sickly-sweet smile, and she gagged at the look.
"Sara sweetie," her dad crooned. "How nice to see you... cuffed again." Her dad spat on her. "Gives me a better chance than last time eh?" He walked up to her and slapped her across her face. "Little spoiled bitch," he muttered. "Any last words? Anything you would like to tell me?" He pulled out a gun and loaded it.
"They'll f-find m-m-me." Sara's teeth were chattering from the cold. "I hate you!" She yelled out. Her dad cocked an eyebrow and pointed the gun at her face.
"You want to tell me that again?"
'She should be dead by now anyways.' What had that meant? Grissom never put his phone down. He tried remembering any and every conversation that he'd had with Sara since they first met. He remembered that after one of the seminars where he met her, they went out for dinner afterwards. She asked him questions about what he did. She was very curious. He remembered her saying that her parents were very lax, and she didn't see them very often. He dialed Nick's cell.
"Stokes," Nick answered.
"Nick, Grissom. Do you know anything about Sara's dad? Anything at all? Has she said anything about him? Ever?" Grissom's questions spilled out of him.
"No. The only thing she's ever said about her dad is that she came home early from visiting them because she got in a fight with him. Why?"
"Um, nothing. Thanks." Grissom hung up and dialed Catherine's number.
"Yeah," Catherine responded. Her and Warrick had just finished searching Nick's house again.
"Have you finished Nick's yet?" Grissom asked.
"Yup, just finished. Didn't find much. A few more finger prints. And we also found some blood on one of the pillows. We're coming in now."
"Good. Get all the evidence to Greg, and then I need you to come with me to Sara's apartment. I think we need to search there." Grissom sighed.
"Ok." Catherine responded, and they hung up.
"Hey Greggo! We need you to process this all ASAP!" Warrick shouted as he walked through the lab with a box in his hand.
"Sara's case?" Greg asked. He was very upset about this, because he had a longtime crush on Sara. Warrick shook his head. "I'll get it done as quickly as possible. Screw day shift." Greg managed a small chuckle.
"Yeah, well, you might not want to ignore them completely; Ecklie will be all over your ass!
Catherine and Grissom entered the home of Sara Sidle. 'It was dark,' Grissom thought, 'and somewhat messy. Typical Sara.' Catherine turned on the lights. They were both horrified at what they saw.
"Do you think..." Catherine trailed off, knowing that Grissom would know what she was trying to say.
"Let's just process." Grissom replied. Even though that was a typical Grissom thing to say, Catherine knew that he was feeling, something that he rarely ever did.
"Have you ever been here before Grissom? Or seen her place before now?" Catherine asked.
"Nope, never." Grissom went to the kitchen and started on the fridge. He knew that Sara was staying with Nick, and there wasn't much in the fridge. Some Chinese was in there. It reminded him of a case he worked on with Sara.
"Uh... Grissom! You mat want to take a look at this," Catherine yelled from the other room. Grissom walked over into Sara's bedroom, and on the wall was something written, apparently in blood. Grissom and Catherine stared in disbelief. On the wall was written, "You're not going to live."
Sara fought hard, she was trying to escape him. He was in her head. She couldn't get him out. He was touching her, feeling his way around her body. She felt sick. Her eyes shot open. She was still in the same place, same position. He wasn't there though. 'Good," Sara thought. She felt a cold breeze on her skin, and realized that she was only in a spaghetti-strap dress. It came down to her middle thighs. 'Where did my clothes go?' There was another cold breeze, and her father walked into the room. He smiled a sickly-sweet smile, and she gagged at the look.
"Sara sweetie," her dad crooned. "How nice to see you... cuffed again." Her dad spat on her. "Gives me a better chance than last time eh?" He walked up to her and slapped her across her face. "Little spoiled bitch," he muttered. "Any last words? Anything you would like to tell me?" He pulled out a gun and loaded it.
"They'll f-find m-m-me." Sara's teeth were chattering from the cold. "I hate you!" She yelled out. Her dad cocked an eyebrow and pointed the gun at her face.
"You want to tell me that again?"