Title: Day After Day
Author: Evidence
Chapter: 4
Author's Notes: Once again thank you for the reviews, they brighten a sometimes bleak day. I had to create my own impression of the Sidles seeing we haven't seen them yet in TV land. I wasn't sure I was going to put a scene with them in but it doesn't make sense that Sara's parents wouldn't come to Las Vegas if she were missing.
It was lunchtime but they didn't feel like eating. Catherine Willows had been kind enough to let them stay with her and her cherub, Lindsay. They would be forever grateful to her. Time passed so slowly now that Sara was gone. They wanted for information, prayed for good news, and couldn't bring themselves to understand why this was happening.
"Do you want to put on the television?" Mr. Sidle asked wanting to break the monotones silence.
"No, there might be a news story on Sara. I can't...I can't watch that anymore. A reporter who doesn't know her talking about how the worst is feared. No, I can't do that, Dan." Mrs. Sidle stared out the window. The day was sunny and bright. Not that Sara would have cared. She was always looking forward to the night and the next puzzling case it would bring.
Dan Sidle put his hand on his wife's shoulder. "They'll find her." He said it with more confidence than he felt.
"Catherine says that Mr. Grissom is now on the case. Maybe he'll have better luck. I wonder if he knows how Sara feels."
"About what?" her husband asked.
"About him," Laura Sidle shook her head. "You men are all alike, too dumb to realize when a girl likes you."
"I doubt Sara likes her boss. Didn't she have a seminar with him?"
"Sara has definite feelings for Mr. Grissom." She sighed as she continued to stare out the window.
"Did she tell you this?"
"In not so many words, yes. All Sara talks about is Grissom. She says how smart he is, how he can find any clue, how he bought her a plant." Laura smiled at the memory. Sara sounded like a kid as she had gushed about the "beautiful plant" Grissom had sent her.
Dan chuckled, "Well, if he's going to be our son-in-law, you're going to have to stop calling him 'Mr. Grissom'."
It was nice to enjoy a moment of piece with a happy notion dangling in their minds. If only Sara will survive to get married, her mother thought.
Greg had delivered the news with his usual gusto.
"What are you talking about?" Grissom wanted a real lead; he didn't want to get his hopes up only to have them quickly dashed.
"Well, I went back over the blood samples that Eckley had collected from Sara's apartment. I discovered a tiny strand of hair in one."
Nick and Grissom looked at each other and back at the young lab tech. "And.." Nick started.
"Patience."
"Greg!"
"Okay, hey I'm going to tell you. We've got ourselves a cat person."
Nick looked to Grissom and back to Greg.
Grissom removed the glasses that were making his headache even worse and sighed. "Cat person?"
"Yeah," Greg smiled, "The hair belongs to a Calico cat."
"So Sara's kidnapper owns a cat. Now what?" Nick didn't know whether to look relieved or more confused.
The lights form the overhead ceiling danced in Greg's eyes. "I've already done what needed to be done Amigo. I called up all the local vets and get a list of Calico owners."
"They just gave you the names?" Nick asked with surprise.
Greg shrugged. "They were all women, I just worked my charm."
"Good work, Greg," Grissom smiled for once at the tech, "Nick, get Catherine and track down these cat owners. It might be a long shot but it's all we've got."
"On it." Nick hustled out of the room grabbing the folder from Greg's hand.
"You know Calicos are a symbol of good luck," Greg said.
"Yeah, hopefully one Calico will bring us closer to finding Sara."
The pain was excruciating. Her knees felt like they were buckling under her. Sara did not want to lay back down on the wet, wood floor. She struggled to loosen her binds but to no avail. Her wrists had bled the first few days in her cell but now that had seized. Her hands were numb as well as her legs and she worried that the blood was not flowing in them. If she got out of this she could lose her hands and/or her legs. Doc Robbins managed, she thought, I can do it, too. At this moment in time she lacked the confidence to believe her words.
Her legs and arms weren't the only body parts hurting her. Pain encased her face and head where her gun and his fists had connected. Her rib felt broken from the last assault. He had been upset at first to discover she worked for the police department. He then had gleefully told her he had sent her ID to CSI headquarters. Sara had seen him help himself to a pair of gloves from her belt pact. He was being cautious and that was going to make it harder for Sara to be found. After a week or so he sent more proof that he had her- he used his knife to extract a quarter size worth piece of flesh from Sara's side. He had also sent the CSI team a note. He had told them that Sara would be dead and returned to them soon.
Sara worried about her co-workers and friends. Nick was like a brother to her, she shared a unique older/younger sibling relationship with Warrick, Greg was a constant friend, and Catherine was there to bounce ideas off of. Of course there was Grissom. He was everything to her. She wondered how he would manage if she was gone for good. Would his life alter? Would he be unaffected? Would he miss her as much as she would miss him if roles were reversed?
Sara knew this must be a nightmare come true for her parents. She was their only child and although they were not always close, they loved each other deeply. I can't die; I can't, she thought, for their sake I can't. Alas she was not the one in charge of her fate.
The door to her prison swung open. "Time for a bathroom break." She hated this more than the beatings. She would have rather wet her pants than let him pull them down. The only good thing was that he stopped there. Sara had worried at first that she was there to be some sick sex toy but he never touched her in that way. She was at least spared that horror.
After the bathroom break, he always feed her. His meals consisted of pinwheels, salsa chips, candy bars, and other items off the junk food menu. Sara ate them to survive but she swore if she got out of this she would never touch the stuff again. It would be a constant reminder of what transpired.
Today's meal was a Devil Dog that's crème filling was turning a nasty shade of green. "I can't eat that."
"It's all you got, bitch. These ain't McDonalds."
Sara forced spit into her throat so that she could continue to speak. "It's rotten, if I eat it I could get sick."
"Like I care." He threw the treat to the watery floor. "That's all your getting for now. I'll be back, I got to feed the cat." He slammed the door behind him. Seconds later Sara heard the sound of his truck speeding off.
A few times a day he would leave her to feed his cat. It would have been the perfect opportunity to escape if Sara could get free. She always wanted to cry at this point: being so close to ending the nightmare but unable to get away. She had searched her mind trying to come up with a way out of her ropes. They were too tight to do much. Then like a physics problem the answer came to her. She knew one possible way to get free. Today she would make her escape and head home. Back to her life, her friends, and her Grissom.
To be continued
Author: Evidence
Chapter: 4
Author's Notes: Once again thank you for the reviews, they brighten a sometimes bleak day. I had to create my own impression of the Sidles seeing we haven't seen them yet in TV land. I wasn't sure I was going to put a scene with them in but it doesn't make sense that Sara's parents wouldn't come to Las Vegas if she were missing.
It was lunchtime but they didn't feel like eating. Catherine Willows had been kind enough to let them stay with her and her cherub, Lindsay. They would be forever grateful to her. Time passed so slowly now that Sara was gone. They wanted for information, prayed for good news, and couldn't bring themselves to understand why this was happening.
"Do you want to put on the television?" Mr. Sidle asked wanting to break the monotones silence.
"No, there might be a news story on Sara. I can't...I can't watch that anymore. A reporter who doesn't know her talking about how the worst is feared. No, I can't do that, Dan." Mrs. Sidle stared out the window. The day was sunny and bright. Not that Sara would have cared. She was always looking forward to the night and the next puzzling case it would bring.
Dan Sidle put his hand on his wife's shoulder. "They'll find her." He said it with more confidence than he felt.
"Catherine says that Mr. Grissom is now on the case. Maybe he'll have better luck. I wonder if he knows how Sara feels."
"About what?" her husband asked.
"About him," Laura Sidle shook her head. "You men are all alike, too dumb to realize when a girl likes you."
"I doubt Sara likes her boss. Didn't she have a seminar with him?"
"Sara has definite feelings for Mr. Grissom." She sighed as she continued to stare out the window.
"Did she tell you this?"
"In not so many words, yes. All Sara talks about is Grissom. She says how smart he is, how he can find any clue, how he bought her a plant." Laura smiled at the memory. Sara sounded like a kid as she had gushed about the "beautiful plant" Grissom had sent her.
Dan chuckled, "Well, if he's going to be our son-in-law, you're going to have to stop calling him 'Mr. Grissom'."
It was nice to enjoy a moment of piece with a happy notion dangling in their minds. If only Sara will survive to get married, her mother thought.
Greg had delivered the news with his usual gusto.
"What are you talking about?" Grissom wanted a real lead; he didn't want to get his hopes up only to have them quickly dashed.
"Well, I went back over the blood samples that Eckley had collected from Sara's apartment. I discovered a tiny strand of hair in one."
Nick and Grissom looked at each other and back at the young lab tech. "And.." Nick started.
"Patience."
"Greg!"
"Okay, hey I'm going to tell you. We've got ourselves a cat person."
Nick looked to Grissom and back to Greg.
Grissom removed the glasses that were making his headache even worse and sighed. "Cat person?"
"Yeah," Greg smiled, "The hair belongs to a Calico cat."
"So Sara's kidnapper owns a cat. Now what?" Nick didn't know whether to look relieved or more confused.
The lights form the overhead ceiling danced in Greg's eyes. "I've already done what needed to be done Amigo. I called up all the local vets and get a list of Calico owners."
"They just gave you the names?" Nick asked with surprise.
Greg shrugged. "They were all women, I just worked my charm."
"Good work, Greg," Grissom smiled for once at the tech, "Nick, get Catherine and track down these cat owners. It might be a long shot but it's all we've got."
"On it." Nick hustled out of the room grabbing the folder from Greg's hand.
"You know Calicos are a symbol of good luck," Greg said.
"Yeah, hopefully one Calico will bring us closer to finding Sara."
The pain was excruciating. Her knees felt like they were buckling under her. Sara did not want to lay back down on the wet, wood floor. She struggled to loosen her binds but to no avail. Her wrists had bled the first few days in her cell but now that had seized. Her hands were numb as well as her legs and she worried that the blood was not flowing in them. If she got out of this she could lose her hands and/or her legs. Doc Robbins managed, she thought, I can do it, too. At this moment in time she lacked the confidence to believe her words.
Her legs and arms weren't the only body parts hurting her. Pain encased her face and head where her gun and his fists had connected. Her rib felt broken from the last assault. He had been upset at first to discover she worked for the police department. He then had gleefully told her he had sent her ID to CSI headquarters. Sara had seen him help himself to a pair of gloves from her belt pact. He was being cautious and that was going to make it harder for Sara to be found. After a week or so he sent more proof that he had her- he used his knife to extract a quarter size worth piece of flesh from Sara's side. He had also sent the CSI team a note. He had told them that Sara would be dead and returned to them soon.
Sara worried about her co-workers and friends. Nick was like a brother to her, she shared a unique older/younger sibling relationship with Warrick, Greg was a constant friend, and Catherine was there to bounce ideas off of. Of course there was Grissom. He was everything to her. She wondered how he would manage if she was gone for good. Would his life alter? Would he be unaffected? Would he miss her as much as she would miss him if roles were reversed?
Sara knew this must be a nightmare come true for her parents. She was their only child and although they were not always close, they loved each other deeply. I can't die; I can't, she thought, for their sake I can't. Alas she was not the one in charge of her fate.
The door to her prison swung open. "Time for a bathroom break." She hated this more than the beatings. She would have rather wet her pants than let him pull them down. The only good thing was that he stopped there. Sara had worried at first that she was there to be some sick sex toy but he never touched her in that way. She was at least spared that horror.
After the bathroom break, he always feed her. His meals consisted of pinwheels, salsa chips, candy bars, and other items off the junk food menu. Sara ate them to survive but she swore if she got out of this she would never touch the stuff again. It would be a constant reminder of what transpired.
Today's meal was a Devil Dog that's crème filling was turning a nasty shade of green. "I can't eat that."
"It's all you got, bitch. These ain't McDonalds."
Sara forced spit into her throat so that she could continue to speak. "It's rotten, if I eat it I could get sick."
"Like I care." He threw the treat to the watery floor. "That's all your getting for now. I'll be back, I got to feed the cat." He slammed the door behind him. Seconds later Sara heard the sound of his truck speeding off.
A few times a day he would leave her to feed his cat. It would have been the perfect opportunity to escape if Sara could get free. She always wanted to cry at this point: being so close to ending the nightmare but unable to get away. She had searched her mind trying to come up with a way out of her ropes. They were too tight to do much. Then like a physics problem the answer came to her. She knew one possible way to get free. Today she would make her escape and head home. Back to her life, her friends, and her Grissom.
To be continued