Title: Day After Day
Chapter: 2
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Thanks for the replies! If you ask, you shall receive. Now the story begins to pick up a little more speed so hang on it's a wild ride.
"I really don't feel like being here right now," Warrick Brown said staring at the bottom of his half drunken coffee cup, "Why did Grissom call this meeting?"
Nick Stokes sighed. "I think the meeting is about Sara. They found her body this morning in an alley off the Strip."
"Why didn't someone tell me!" Warrick was visibly upset.
"If we speak about it, then it will become too real," Nick's voice shook with emotion.
"It's already too real." Warrick looked up, puzzled at the figure who entered the room.
Grissom was smiling. "Where's Catherine?"
"Right behind you." Catherine stopped next to him and whispered, "Are you okay?"
Grissom didn't answer. He instead smiled brightly again.
"Are you on drugs or something, man?" Warrick asked looking at Nick and Catherine who mirrored his quizzical expression.
"I just came from the coroner's office. The body Doc Robbins has isn't Sara." Grissom paused to let the information sink in. Nick choked back a laugh. Warrick's eyes filled with emotion.
"Thank, God," Catherine started and then stopped. "This doesn't mean she's okay, Gil. He's still got her."
The smile vanished from Grissom's lips. He knew that of course, he had even made the exact same comment to Albert Robbins. Somewhere between realizing that they hadn't found Sara's body yet and calling the meeting together, he had let himself by happy in the fact that she was still alive. Was she really, though? There was no evidence proving Sara Sidle was still breathing. He promised he was going to kill her. The bastard had said that Sara would be dead and returned to them soon. That was over a week ago. Since then the whole CSI unit had been on autopilot, trying to get through the day and their emotions. They had been waiting for Sara to appear on Robbin's cold, metal slab. When the news had come that morning of a body of a young woman matching Sara's description, he thought that her suffering was done. Now he wasn't sure.
"You're right Catherine. I got my hopes up."
"Right with you, Griss," Nick said, the laughter gone from his voice.
"We have a woman with the good doctor right now that needs our attention. Nick and Warrick, I want you two on it. She might be connected to Sara's case." Both men shook their heads. "Cath, you're working with me on Sara's case."
"Whoa," Catherine gave Grissom a hard look, "You know you can't work on it and it's Eckley's case anyway. I know you want to find her but..."
"No, I'm going to find her or at least make him pay." Grissom's voice raised. "You can work with Nick and Warrick, Catherine."
"I'll work with you..."
"No, your not. This is an order, got it?" Nick and Warrick didn't know where to look, down at their shoes seemed to be the best option.
Catherine breathed deeply. If he wasn't so upset about Sara, she probably would have blasted him. "Fine, boss."
The CSI's scattered to their new case leaving Grissom alone. Every room that he entered he could hear Sara's voice, see her bright smile. She was with him always even though they were only friends. If he could see her one more time he knew he would tell her how he felt. Out of fear he never revealed his inner thoughts to her and now he feared he would lose her forever.
There were no lights in the room. It smelled of mildew and sewage. The floor was wet as if it were sinking into a pond. The air felt frigid even though she knew they were still in Las Vegas. Maybe it was just fear chilling her bones. Her voice half a whisper, she said one word before she fell into a restless slumber, "Grissom."
To be continued...
Chapter: 2
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Thanks for the replies! If you ask, you shall receive. Now the story begins to pick up a little more speed so hang on it's a wild ride.
"I really don't feel like being here right now," Warrick Brown said staring at the bottom of his half drunken coffee cup, "Why did Grissom call this meeting?"
Nick Stokes sighed. "I think the meeting is about Sara. They found her body this morning in an alley off the Strip."
"Why didn't someone tell me!" Warrick was visibly upset.
"If we speak about it, then it will become too real," Nick's voice shook with emotion.
"It's already too real." Warrick looked up, puzzled at the figure who entered the room.
Grissom was smiling. "Where's Catherine?"
"Right behind you." Catherine stopped next to him and whispered, "Are you okay?"
Grissom didn't answer. He instead smiled brightly again.
"Are you on drugs or something, man?" Warrick asked looking at Nick and Catherine who mirrored his quizzical expression.
"I just came from the coroner's office. The body Doc Robbins has isn't Sara." Grissom paused to let the information sink in. Nick choked back a laugh. Warrick's eyes filled with emotion.
"Thank, God," Catherine started and then stopped. "This doesn't mean she's okay, Gil. He's still got her."
The smile vanished from Grissom's lips. He knew that of course, he had even made the exact same comment to Albert Robbins. Somewhere between realizing that they hadn't found Sara's body yet and calling the meeting together, he had let himself by happy in the fact that she was still alive. Was she really, though? There was no evidence proving Sara Sidle was still breathing. He promised he was going to kill her. The bastard had said that Sara would be dead and returned to them soon. That was over a week ago. Since then the whole CSI unit had been on autopilot, trying to get through the day and their emotions. They had been waiting for Sara to appear on Robbin's cold, metal slab. When the news had come that morning of a body of a young woman matching Sara's description, he thought that her suffering was done. Now he wasn't sure.
"You're right Catherine. I got my hopes up."
"Right with you, Griss," Nick said, the laughter gone from his voice.
"We have a woman with the good doctor right now that needs our attention. Nick and Warrick, I want you two on it. She might be connected to Sara's case." Both men shook their heads. "Cath, you're working with me on Sara's case."
"Whoa," Catherine gave Grissom a hard look, "You know you can't work on it and it's Eckley's case anyway. I know you want to find her but..."
"No, I'm going to find her or at least make him pay." Grissom's voice raised. "You can work with Nick and Warrick, Catherine."
"I'll work with you..."
"No, your not. This is an order, got it?" Nick and Warrick didn't know where to look, down at their shoes seemed to be the best option.
Catherine breathed deeply. If he wasn't so upset about Sara, she probably would have blasted him. "Fine, boss."
The CSI's scattered to their new case leaving Grissom alone. Every room that he entered he could hear Sara's voice, see her bright smile. She was with him always even though they were only friends. If he could see her one more time he knew he would tell her how he felt. Out of fear he never revealed his inner thoughts to her and now he feared he would lose her forever.
There were no lights in the room. It smelled of mildew and sewage. The floor was wet as if it were sinking into a pond. The air felt frigid even though she knew they were still in Las Vegas. Maybe it was just fear chilling her bones. Her voice half a whisper, she said one word before she fell into a restless slumber, "Grissom."
To be continued...