Chapter 5
'Hello', Sara tried to make her voice sound as strong as possible.
'Hey Sara, it's Brass, I won't be able to get the detail there today.'
'What?!' Grissom looked homicidal.
'He hasn't made any direct threats, so I'd have to get my boss to approve it.'
'Then get him to approve it.'
'I'm trying, but he doesn't want it to look like favoritism. Plus he's holding some kind of summit with senators. You know the type, trying to get extra men at the moment is hell. I'm sorry guys, I haven't given up.' 'Yeah, we know.'
'See ya.' With that he hung up.
'Well all that worry was for nothing, huh?' Nick said, if only to break the uptight atmosphere. But it worked, all the CSI's found a smile creeping onto their faces. The phone started ringing again.
'That'll be Brass ringing because he forgot to ask Sara how she was going.' They all laughed a little louder. Sara stifled her laughter to pick up the phone.
'Hey Brass.'
'Sara?'
'Who is this?' The other CSI's were still making jokes about Brass and didn't notice the look of dread in Sara's eyes.
'You know who it is Sara, You didn't come home last night. Where were you, I was worried?' Grissom turned his head to see how the hell Sara was managing not to start laughing while on the phone to Brass. Then he saw the look in her eyes. One by one the other CSI's followed Grissom's gaze and saw Sara standing there, barely daring to breathe.'
'Who are you?'
'I can't believe you let him do that to you Sara. You're so beautiful, you need to know that. I would never do that to you. I would never be like Justin, I couldn't be like him.'
'How do you know?'
'Don't you remember Sara? You told me, you have to remember. We talked about it before you came to Las Vegas. I told you I'd follow and you told me you loved me.'
'I never said any of that.' A tear tugged at her eye. Suddenly the power went out. The back-up generator kicked in, but it was too late, the connection was gone.
'Sara', Grissom ventured warily. She looked as if she was far away.
'He said that I had told him I loved him.'
'Did you recognize the voice?'
'No, I don't know him.'
'Ok what did he say, exactly.'
'Grissom, not now.'
'You'll have forgotten later, tell me now.' He hated to do this to her, but if they were going to find this guy, it was their only hope at the moment. Sara knew it too. She sat down on the chair next to the phone, and told them what he had said. She wrung her hands till they were red raw. She told them what he said to her, including what he had said about Justin. They all had questions, the obvious questions that they had to ask. Sara waited for them. It's not that she wanted to tell them about Justin, it was sickening even to think about it. But she had talked to this guy on the phone, she had seen his type a thousand times, an obsessive delusional psychopath. She knew how dangerous these guys could be. She was scared. He had control. If she told them now she would still have some control. If he made her tell them, she would be left with nothing. When they asked the questions, she would answer them.
'Hey Sara, it's Brass, I won't be able to get the detail there today.'
'What?!' Grissom looked homicidal.
'He hasn't made any direct threats, so I'd have to get my boss to approve it.'
'Then get him to approve it.'
'I'm trying, but he doesn't want it to look like favoritism. Plus he's holding some kind of summit with senators. You know the type, trying to get extra men at the moment is hell. I'm sorry guys, I haven't given up.' 'Yeah, we know.'
'See ya.' With that he hung up.
'Well all that worry was for nothing, huh?' Nick said, if only to break the uptight atmosphere. But it worked, all the CSI's found a smile creeping onto their faces. The phone started ringing again.
'That'll be Brass ringing because he forgot to ask Sara how she was going.' They all laughed a little louder. Sara stifled her laughter to pick up the phone.
'Hey Brass.'
'Sara?'
'Who is this?' The other CSI's were still making jokes about Brass and didn't notice the look of dread in Sara's eyes.
'You know who it is Sara, You didn't come home last night. Where were you, I was worried?' Grissom turned his head to see how the hell Sara was managing not to start laughing while on the phone to Brass. Then he saw the look in her eyes. One by one the other CSI's followed Grissom's gaze and saw Sara standing there, barely daring to breathe.'
'Who are you?'
'I can't believe you let him do that to you Sara. You're so beautiful, you need to know that. I would never do that to you. I would never be like Justin, I couldn't be like him.'
'How do you know?'
'Don't you remember Sara? You told me, you have to remember. We talked about it before you came to Las Vegas. I told you I'd follow and you told me you loved me.'
'I never said any of that.' A tear tugged at her eye. Suddenly the power went out. The back-up generator kicked in, but it was too late, the connection was gone.
'Sara', Grissom ventured warily. She looked as if she was far away.
'He said that I had told him I loved him.'
'Did you recognize the voice?'
'No, I don't know him.'
'Ok what did he say, exactly.'
'Grissom, not now.'
'You'll have forgotten later, tell me now.' He hated to do this to her, but if they were going to find this guy, it was their only hope at the moment. Sara knew it too. She sat down on the chair next to the phone, and told them what he had said. She wrung her hands till they were red raw. She told them what he said to her, including what he had said about Justin. They all had questions, the obvious questions that they had to ask. Sara waited for them. It's not that she wanted to tell them about Justin, it was sickening even to think about it. But she had talked to this guy on the phone, she had seen his type a thousand times, an obsessive delusional psychopath. She knew how dangerous these guys could be. She was scared. He had control. If she told them now she would still have some control. If he made her tell them, she would be left with nothing. When they asked the questions, she would answer them.