Title: Day After Day
Chapter: 5
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Again the ** stand for slipping into the past. Hope you guys enjoy. Oh, and although Sara's escape plan might sound made up there is some scientific fact to back it up.
"How's it going?"
Catherine looked up from her computer screen to see Jim Brass. "Hey, Jim, better now that we all have a mission."
"Let me guess the mission is to find Sara before her time runs out?"
"Exactly." Catherine turned back to the blinking words on the screen.
"I offer my assistance." Jim smiled. He was quite fond of Sara and knew how good she was for Grissom. If only Grissom would wake up and tell her how he felt. Jim hoped his friend would get the chance. "So what's fascinating on the computer?"
"Greg found cat hair in blood found at Sara's apartment. It turns out that it's a Calico cat owner who has Sara. Now I'm trying to do a background check for each owner." She sighed and pushed her hands through her hair. The tension was getting unbearable in the office. They knew they had a small window of opportunity to save Sara, if she was still alive. If they couldn't end the horror and bring her back, Catherine knew none of them would be able to forgive themselves. In the fifteen years Cath had been on the job she never thought of giving it up until now.
"Let me handle the background check, I am the cop."
"Thanks." Catherine looked up at him, tears in the rims of her eyes. "We have to find her."
Grissom had found peace in the layout room. Scattered along the table where the crime scene photos of Sara's apartment. He had been going over each photo for the last hour, hoping to see something the day shift missed. His eyes were tired from the strain but his determination had not faltered. There was a clue, he knew it, there always was. Why for this case was it so difficult to find?
He looked at the layout room doorway and saw her standing there. A memory etched in his mind. Was it just a few weeks ago?
**He heard her voice behind him. "Hey, did you find anything interesting in the towels."
She was standing as usual in the doorway, arms folded.
"Why don't you come in and take a look? A different set of eyes might help." He couldn't help but smile at her.
Sara walked in and took her place beside him.
"Gloves?" he asked, handing her a pair.
"You take good care of me."
"I try." A bright smile appeared on her face as he said it.
"So," Sara said leaning over, "who's the blood spray from?"
"The blood matches the boyfriend so we can prove he was killed in the bathroom." God, she smelled good, Grissom thought.
"Humph."
"What did you find something?" Grissom leaned in closer, his lab coat touching her arm.
"Maybe," Sara reached across him to grab tweezers lying on the table. Her arm brushed his chest and he involuntarily sucked in his breath.
Finding his tongue he asked, "What is it?"
"Looks like a tiny piece of flesh. It might belong to your killer." The 100-watt smile danced on her lips.
"I don't know what I would do without you."
"Lucky for you, you'll never find out."
Their faces were mere inches apart. He could feel her breath on his face. The urge to kiss her was powerful. He couldn't though; he couldn't step over that line. Grissom took a step back and away from her.
"Thank you, Sara for the help."
He could tell she wanted to say something but stopped. Instead she had only said, "Your welcome."**
A few hours later she would come to his office and ask him out on a date. He would coldly turn her down. Sara would venture home to be kidnapped. If he had kissed her then, none of this would have happened. Sara was to pay the consequences for his mistake.
Sara had thought of escaping before. She had used her physics mind to calculate all the possibilities. No great Einstein light bulb had gone off in her head. That is until he threw the Devil Dog down. The mold that was covering the crème filling would provide her with the key in the pie to open her jail cell.
Sara let herself fall to the wet floor. Using what muscles she had left she began sliding herself to the chocolate substance. The effort was making her tired but she was determined not to give up. Finally reaching her goal she used her right hand to grab it. Sara dislodged the green crème and began sliding it under her left wrist. The ropes had created bloody cuts into her small wrists. The bacteria from the dog was now burning those open wounds. I'm probably giving myself a major infection, Sara thought. That didn't matter right now. She needed to loosen the grasp of her binds. In order to do that she headed the crème. Crème from Devil Dogs etc. have enzymes which act as separating agent. By spreading it on the wrists, Sara was making the rope slippery and allowing the enzymes to create friction. The friction would loosen the ropes slightly, just enough to make a difference. Sara kept waiting for him to show up and discover what she was doing. Time was slipping away but eventually she had worked loose her left hand. It took nearly dislocating it to get it free.
She had read before had people could do amazing things if they were in a dire situation. Well, she was in one and she was a step closer to home. Tears entered her eyes but she pushed herself forward. A spasm encased her whole body as she struggled to untie the ropes.
"Please," she moaned, "I have to, I have to get out of these ropes!" The realization hit her that she was not going to be free. One arm was but it was like waving a carrot in front of a starved bunny who could no longer jump and grab it. "You're going to die, Sidle." At that very moment one of the ropes loosed on her right hand. In a matter of seconds she had two tired, sore arms that she could move.
"Hey sweetie," he said as he opened the front door.
The Calico cat rubbed her head against the cuff of his pants.
"Let me get you some food you must be starved." He proceeded to his kitchen, the cat at his heals. She gobbled a can of Ocean Whitefish as he stroked her back. "It's okay Callie, daddy will be back home soon. I have to just kill that girl. It's hard for daddy; he's never killed anyone before. I have to though so that she can never hurt us again."
"Grissom!"
Gil Grissom dropped the photo he was holding. "Gee, Jim you don't have to yell."
"Well, I said your name nicely and you didn't answer. Lost in thoughts."
If only that was true. "Yeah, I guess. Do you have a new case?"
"No, I'm working yours." Grissom's head shot up. "Yeah, if anyone can find Sara, it's you. I want to help."
"Thanks, Jim."
"I've got some good news. I've been checking on the background of the Calico owners and got four interesting candidates." Brass showed his teeth with a big smile.
"Who are the next contestants on the Price is Right?"
"Well, you didn't find any fingerprints, right?"
Grissom shook his head. "No, only Sara's and other prints belonging to people who had reason to be at her apartment." Not me, he thought, my fingerprints were nowhere around.
"So if there were no fingerprints, there was no way to run them through CODIS or the police department database."
"Right," Grissom said slowly, his heart beginning to race. Was it possible that they knew the identity of Sara's kidnapper?
"Well, these four dudes have either be convicted of a crime or have had complaints filled against them."
"Alright, Jim. Tell me everything."
Corey Dabe was out of prison after serving a five-year sentence for armed robbery. Winston McCaggle served time for assault and battery with a dangerous weapon. Samuel Phillips had five counts of disturbing the peace against him. Mark Raymond had a restraining order filled against him by his former girl.
Grissom spilt up the duties in a divide and conquer format. Nick went with Sgt. O'Reilly (whose fondness for Sara brought him in on his day off) to interview Dabe. Warrick and few patrolmen went to visit the hostile McCaggle. Catherine brought Sgt. Vega with her to get the goods on Phillips. That left Grissom and Brass to speak with Raymond.
Sara struggled to catch her breath as she tried to force the ropes from her legs. Her fingers were numb and were as useful as a jellyfish for untying knots. "Come on! Shit!" The more she tugged the more pain ripped through her body. She rested her head on the sodden floor. She had taken a course in yoga at Harvard but all she could remember was how to breathe to relax yourself. Sara took in the air and let it out slowly. It was working, she did feel more relaxed. "Now I have to think of something peaceful." The first imagine that came to mind was of Gil Grissom.
It was strange to think that he would be the peaceful image; most of the time he had caused her to be confused and frustrated. There was something about him, even with his faults, that she couldn't help but fall for. It wasn't just his physical appearance that intrigued her, it was something more. It was his soul. He was like her in many ways but what made them different made her love him even more. It was as if they were two halves that made a whole. When she was around him she felt happier, freer, more her. She didn't quite understand it. Without being near him now she felt like something was missing. Sara wondered if Grissom felt the same.
"There, Callie, you ate well." He stroked the back of the cat as it purred softly.
A knock interrupted his thoughts. "Who's there?" He angrily asked.
"Police, we have a few questions."
To be continued...
Chapter: 5
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Again the ** stand for slipping into the past. Hope you guys enjoy. Oh, and although Sara's escape plan might sound made up there is some scientific fact to back it up.
"How's it going?"
Catherine looked up from her computer screen to see Jim Brass. "Hey, Jim, better now that we all have a mission."
"Let me guess the mission is to find Sara before her time runs out?"
"Exactly." Catherine turned back to the blinking words on the screen.
"I offer my assistance." Jim smiled. He was quite fond of Sara and knew how good she was for Grissom. If only Grissom would wake up and tell her how he felt. Jim hoped his friend would get the chance. "So what's fascinating on the computer?"
"Greg found cat hair in blood found at Sara's apartment. It turns out that it's a Calico cat owner who has Sara. Now I'm trying to do a background check for each owner." She sighed and pushed her hands through her hair. The tension was getting unbearable in the office. They knew they had a small window of opportunity to save Sara, if she was still alive. If they couldn't end the horror and bring her back, Catherine knew none of them would be able to forgive themselves. In the fifteen years Cath had been on the job she never thought of giving it up until now.
"Let me handle the background check, I am the cop."
"Thanks." Catherine looked up at him, tears in the rims of her eyes. "We have to find her."
Grissom had found peace in the layout room. Scattered along the table where the crime scene photos of Sara's apartment. He had been going over each photo for the last hour, hoping to see something the day shift missed. His eyes were tired from the strain but his determination had not faltered. There was a clue, he knew it, there always was. Why for this case was it so difficult to find?
He looked at the layout room doorway and saw her standing there. A memory etched in his mind. Was it just a few weeks ago?
**He heard her voice behind him. "Hey, did you find anything interesting in the towels."
She was standing as usual in the doorway, arms folded.
"Why don't you come in and take a look? A different set of eyes might help." He couldn't help but smile at her.
Sara walked in and took her place beside him.
"Gloves?" he asked, handing her a pair.
"You take good care of me."
"I try." A bright smile appeared on her face as he said it.
"So," Sara said leaning over, "who's the blood spray from?"
"The blood matches the boyfriend so we can prove he was killed in the bathroom." God, she smelled good, Grissom thought.
"Humph."
"What did you find something?" Grissom leaned in closer, his lab coat touching her arm.
"Maybe," Sara reached across him to grab tweezers lying on the table. Her arm brushed his chest and he involuntarily sucked in his breath.
Finding his tongue he asked, "What is it?"
"Looks like a tiny piece of flesh. It might belong to your killer." The 100-watt smile danced on her lips.
"I don't know what I would do without you."
"Lucky for you, you'll never find out."
Their faces were mere inches apart. He could feel her breath on his face. The urge to kiss her was powerful. He couldn't though; he couldn't step over that line. Grissom took a step back and away from her.
"Thank you, Sara for the help."
He could tell she wanted to say something but stopped. Instead she had only said, "Your welcome."**
A few hours later she would come to his office and ask him out on a date. He would coldly turn her down. Sara would venture home to be kidnapped. If he had kissed her then, none of this would have happened. Sara was to pay the consequences for his mistake.
Sara had thought of escaping before. She had used her physics mind to calculate all the possibilities. No great Einstein light bulb had gone off in her head. That is until he threw the Devil Dog down. The mold that was covering the crème filling would provide her with the key in the pie to open her jail cell.
Sara let herself fall to the wet floor. Using what muscles she had left she began sliding herself to the chocolate substance. The effort was making her tired but she was determined not to give up. Finally reaching her goal she used her right hand to grab it. Sara dislodged the green crème and began sliding it under her left wrist. The ropes had created bloody cuts into her small wrists. The bacteria from the dog was now burning those open wounds. I'm probably giving myself a major infection, Sara thought. That didn't matter right now. She needed to loosen the grasp of her binds. In order to do that she headed the crème. Crème from Devil Dogs etc. have enzymes which act as separating agent. By spreading it on the wrists, Sara was making the rope slippery and allowing the enzymes to create friction. The friction would loosen the ropes slightly, just enough to make a difference. Sara kept waiting for him to show up and discover what she was doing. Time was slipping away but eventually she had worked loose her left hand. It took nearly dislocating it to get it free.
She had read before had people could do amazing things if they were in a dire situation. Well, she was in one and she was a step closer to home. Tears entered her eyes but she pushed herself forward. A spasm encased her whole body as she struggled to untie the ropes.
"Please," she moaned, "I have to, I have to get out of these ropes!" The realization hit her that she was not going to be free. One arm was but it was like waving a carrot in front of a starved bunny who could no longer jump and grab it. "You're going to die, Sidle." At that very moment one of the ropes loosed on her right hand. In a matter of seconds she had two tired, sore arms that she could move.
"Hey sweetie," he said as he opened the front door.
The Calico cat rubbed her head against the cuff of his pants.
"Let me get you some food you must be starved." He proceeded to his kitchen, the cat at his heals. She gobbled a can of Ocean Whitefish as he stroked her back. "It's okay Callie, daddy will be back home soon. I have to just kill that girl. It's hard for daddy; he's never killed anyone before. I have to though so that she can never hurt us again."
"Grissom!"
Gil Grissom dropped the photo he was holding. "Gee, Jim you don't have to yell."
"Well, I said your name nicely and you didn't answer. Lost in thoughts."
If only that was true. "Yeah, I guess. Do you have a new case?"
"No, I'm working yours." Grissom's head shot up. "Yeah, if anyone can find Sara, it's you. I want to help."
"Thanks, Jim."
"I've got some good news. I've been checking on the background of the Calico owners and got four interesting candidates." Brass showed his teeth with a big smile.
"Who are the next contestants on the Price is Right?"
"Well, you didn't find any fingerprints, right?"
Grissom shook his head. "No, only Sara's and other prints belonging to people who had reason to be at her apartment." Not me, he thought, my fingerprints were nowhere around.
"So if there were no fingerprints, there was no way to run them through CODIS or the police department database."
"Right," Grissom said slowly, his heart beginning to race. Was it possible that they knew the identity of Sara's kidnapper?
"Well, these four dudes have either be convicted of a crime or have had complaints filled against them."
"Alright, Jim. Tell me everything."
Corey Dabe was out of prison after serving a five-year sentence for armed robbery. Winston McCaggle served time for assault and battery with a dangerous weapon. Samuel Phillips had five counts of disturbing the peace against him. Mark Raymond had a restraining order filled against him by his former girl.
Grissom spilt up the duties in a divide and conquer format. Nick went with Sgt. O'Reilly (whose fondness for Sara brought him in on his day off) to interview Dabe. Warrick and few patrolmen went to visit the hostile McCaggle. Catherine brought Sgt. Vega with her to get the goods on Phillips. That left Grissom and Brass to speak with Raymond.
Sara struggled to catch her breath as she tried to force the ropes from her legs. Her fingers were numb and were as useful as a jellyfish for untying knots. "Come on! Shit!" The more she tugged the more pain ripped through her body. She rested her head on the sodden floor. She had taken a course in yoga at Harvard but all she could remember was how to breathe to relax yourself. Sara took in the air and let it out slowly. It was working, she did feel more relaxed. "Now I have to think of something peaceful." The first imagine that came to mind was of Gil Grissom.
It was strange to think that he would be the peaceful image; most of the time he had caused her to be confused and frustrated. There was something about him, even with his faults, that she couldn't help but fall for. It wasn't just his physical appearance that intrigued her, it was something more. It was his soul. He was like her in many ways but what made them different made her love him even more. It was as if they were two halves that made a whole. When she was around him she felt happier, freer, more her. She didn't quite understand it. Without being near him now she felt like something was missing. Sara wondered if Grissom felt the same.
"There, Callie, you ate well." He stroked the back of the cat as it purred softly.
A knock interrupted his thoughts. "Who's there?" He angrily asked.
"Police, we have a few questions."
To be continued...