Disclaimer: If the characters from CSI were mine, the show would be on
every night so obviously...
I would like to say thanks to all of the great review givers. Please don't stop!
Just to let you know that I am still not sure if I will put a pairing in the story but if I get enough reviews saying that you want one, I'll try and get it in there but it might be to late by then.
Chapter 3: The End of the Beginning
*Sara...Sara...go home, Sara*
Grissom?
Sara slowly opened her eyes and realized she was dreaming. Her vision was blurred. She lifted her head but had to put it down again because she was in such pain. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She found that she was sitting in the middle of a windowless room with only and candle for light.
Where was she?
The last thing she remembered was Grissom telling her to go home.
How long ago was that?
She looked around and saw cuffs and chains around her wrists and her ankles and felt them around her neck. Her eyes followed from the cuffs on her wrists up the chains to the ceiling. She pulled down on the chains. There was no chance of them becoming loose.
She looked down and realized for the first time that she was no longer wearing the clothes she had on at work. Instead she found herself in a way beyond skimpy red, leather outfit. She had never felt so violated. Whoever did this had a sick mind.
She tried to scream but nothing could be heard. Her mouth was gagged so tightly she could barely breath.
What was she going to do?
What could she do?
There was no way to get out of this alone. She could hardly move as it was. No one could hear her. She would have to wait until someone realized she was gone.
Suddenly she heard a low creak behind her. Then footsteps came closer.
"Hello Sara."
A chill went up her spine. She knew that voice well, but it couldn't be him could it?
Grissom, Nick, and Warrick found their way to Sara's house. As they pulled down her street, they saw Catherine's Tahoe next to the curb in front of the house. Nick slowly pulled up behind it. The three of them got out and walked up to Catherine's Tahoe and found her sitting in the front seat leaning against the steering wheel. Grissom knocked against the window.
"Catherine?"
Her head shot up and looked at Grissom. She got out of the truck.
"Are you ok?" asked Warrick.
She nodded. "It's over here." She led them to the spot in front of the Tahoe. There was blood all over the curb. Grissom bent down to examine it. It was dry. This meant it had been there awhile. When she got home this morning maybe? The rest of the team watched him intently as he used his tweezers to pick up a long brown hair from the middle of the blood. Catherine's legs crumbled beneath her and she fell to the pavement.
"Catherine!" Grissom rushed to her side. She was out cold but fine otherwise.
"Warrick take her back to the lab and stay there with her until she comes to. Then call me."
Warrick acknowledged Grissom's orders. He picked her up and placed her in the truck and headed back to the lab. Nick and Grissom watched as the Tahoe rounded the corner and left their sight.
"Ok Nick let's get all the evidence we can out here then go inside and see what we can find."
They split up and walked around the yard. After finding nothing they headed up to the front door. Grissom picked the lock and they entered Sara's home. They saw she had little furniture. A table and chair in the kitchen, and a couch and TV in the living room.
"Wow! This place is neat as a pin."
"And that surprises you Nick?"
"I guess your right. Why am I surprised?"
"Ok, I'll take downstairs, you take up. Make sure you notice anything. Leave no stone unturned. Dust everything."
"Alright."
Grissom went into the kitchen. Nick headed up the stairs. He found four doors on each side of the hall. He was going to have a look around first then collect evidence. He went to the first door. It was a linen closet. He looked around and closed the door.
He went across the hall to the next door. By the looks, it seemed to be a guest room. He walked in and looked around. He walked back into the hall and closed the door. He went to the next room. He opened the door to what looked like Sara's room.
It looked only slightly more lived in than the guest room but he could tell it was hers. It had that smell that was only unique to Sara. He walked in. If Sara found him in her room, she would kill him. He went up to her desk. There were papers scatted across it along with many reference books. It looked out of place in the room. He took one last look around and walked back into the hall.
He turned to the last door. It was her bathroom. He looked around. It was very tiny. It consisted a sink, a toilet and a shower-tub. He looked under the sink and found the usually things then walked over to the shower- tub and pulled back the curtain.
"Grissom!!!!!!"
*Ok I know I'm bad, but just think. I may have a snow day tomorrow and if I do, I'll give you 2 chapters! CSI tomorrow night! I can't wait!!!!
I would like to say thanks to all of the great review givers. Please don't stop!
Just to let you know that I am still not sure if I will put a pairing in the story but if I get enough reviews saying that you want one, I'll try and get it in there but it might be to late by then.
Chapter 3: The End of the Beginning
*Sara...Sara...go home, Sara*
Grissom?
Sara slowly opened her eyes and realized she was dreaming. Her vision was blurred. She lifted her head but had to put it down again because she was in such pain. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She found that she was sitting in the middle of a windowless room with only and candle for light.
Where was she?
The last thing she remembered was Grissom telling her to go home.
How long ago was that?
She looked around and saw cuffs and chains around her wrists and her ankles and felt them around her neck. Her eyes followed from the cuffs on her wrists up the chains to the ceiling. She pulled down on the chains. There was no chance of them becoming loose.
She looked down and realized for the first time that she was no longer wearing the clothes she had on at work. Instead she found herself in a way beyond skimpy red, leather outfit. She had never felt so violated. Whoever did this had a sick mind.
She tried to scream but nothing could be heard. Her mouth was gagged so tightly she could barely breath.
What was she going to do?
What could she do?
There was no way to get out of this alone. She could hardly move as it was. No one could hear her. She would have to wait until someone realized she was gone.
Suddenly she heard a low creak behind her. Then footsteps came closer.
"Hello Sara."
A chill went up her spine. She knew that voice well, but it couldn't be him could it?
Grissom, Nick, and Warrick found their way to Sara's house. As they pulled down her street, they saw Catherine's Tahoe next to the curb in front of the house. Nick slowly pulled up behind it. The three of them got out and walked up to Catherine's Tahoe and found her sitting in the front seat leaning against the steering wheel. Grissom knocked against the window.
"Catherine?"
Her head shot up and looked at Grissom. She got out of the truck.
"Are you ok?" asked Warrick.
She nodded. "It's over here." She led them to the spot in front of the Tahoe. There was blood all over the curb. Grissom bent down to examine it. It was dry. This meant it had been there awhile. When she got home this morning maybe? The rest of the team watched him intently as he used his tweezers to pick up a long brown hair from the middle of the blood. Catherine's legs crumbled beneath her and she fell to the pavement.
"Catherine!" Grissom rushed to her side. She was out cold but fine otherwise.
"Warrick take her back to the lab and stay there with her until she comes to. Then call me."
Warrick acknowledged Grissom's orders. He picked her up and placed her in the truck and headed back to the lab. Nick and Grissom watched as the Tahoe rounded the corner and left their sight.
"Ok Nick let's get all the evidence we can out here then go inside and see what we can find."
They split up and walked around the yard. After finding nothing they headed up to the front door. Grissom picked the lock and they entered Sara's home. They saw she had little furniture. A table and chair in the kitchen, and a couch and TV in the living room.
"Wow! This place is neat as a pin."
"And that surprises you Nick?"
"I guess your right. Why am I surprised?"
"Ok, I'll take downstairs, you take up. Make sure you notice anything. Leave no stone unturned. Dust everything."
"Alright."
Grissom went into the kitchen. Nick headed up the stairs. He found four doors on each side of the hall. He was going to have a look around first then collect evidence. He went to the first door. It was a linen closet. He looked around and closed the door.
He went across the hall to the next door. By the looks, it seemed to be a guest room. He walked in and looked around. He walked back into the hall and closed the door. He went to the next room. He opened the door to what looked like Sara's room.
It looked only slightly more lived in than the guest room but he could tell it was hers. It had that smell that was only unique to Sara. He walked in. If Sara found him in her room, she would kill him. He went up to her desk. There were papers scatted across it along with many reference books. It looked out of place in the room. He took one last look around and walked back into the hall.
He turned to the last door. It was her bathroom. He looked around. It was very tiny. It consisted a sink, a toilet and a shower-tub. He looked under the sink and found the usually things then walked over to the shower- tub and pulled back the curtain.
"Grissom!!!!!!"
*Ok I know I'm bad, but just think. I may have a snow day tomorrow and if I do, I'll give you 2 chapters! CSI tomorrow night! I can't wait!!!!