Title: Day After Day
Chapter: 7
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Last we left Sara was in a bad situation. Thanks again for the reviews, I really listen to what you say.
Grissom was scanning over Sara's case file so he didn't notice the two people at the front desk until one called his name.
"Mr. Grissom?"
"Yes," he said turning to see a couple in their fifties. Their faces were etched with worry lines and the paler was grayish. He knew then who they were. "You must be Mr. and Mrs. Sidle, Sara's parents."
"Yes," her father said stretching out his hand to shake Grissom's, "Thank you for all you're doing to find Sara."
"Is there any new information," Sara's mother asked.
"There might be." Grissom didn't want to get their hopes up but he felt that they needed to know that they were closer to solving the mystery. "Would you please come to my office, we can talk there."
They followed behind him and Grissom realized as he entered his office that Sara's ID tag were still on his desk. He had asked Greg to go over the tag again, hoping they had missed a clue. Alas there were no fingerprints or anything else useful on the tag. Grissom hastily throw the ID in his desk, hoping that the Sidles had not seen it.
"Tonight I met a young man who might be the one who kidnapped Sara," Grissom started once they were seated.
The Sidles exchanged looks. "Then you know where she is?" Laura Sidle asked, the look on her face heartbreaking.
Grissom could not look them in the eyes. "No, we don't Mrs. Sidle. We are waiting for a warrant to come through so that we can investigate him, his house and process his truck."
"Please call me Laura. Do you think...could she be still alive?" Laura swallowed hard.
Grissom looked into her eyes. They resembled Sara's greatly. "I don't know. I'm hopeful but I don't know."
Dan Sidle put his arm around his wife. "At least if they can catch this SOB sweetie, he won't be able to hurt anyone else."
Tear enveloped Laura's eyes. "I don't care if he can't hurt anyone else. I want my daughter back!" Her voice was loud and shaking with emotion.
"Laura..." Dan put his head against his wife's.
It was nearly too much to bear for Grissom. He was use to not getting involved. He kept his distance, had his emotions in check. This case was different. He loved Sara and felt nearly as much pain as her parents.
"If I can get her back, I will," Grissom let the tears flow.
Mrs. Sidle moved her head up to look at him. "You're in love with her aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Does she know?" Laura asked.
"No, I never...I never told her." Regret left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"If you get the chance, tell her." Laura reached out and touched his hand.
"I will."
"I approve of you," Dan Sidle said releasing the tension in the room.
"Thank you," Grissom let a smile come to his lips.
A knock on the door brought their eyes up to the man entering the office. "I got the warrant," Jim Brass said.
Within in a few minutes the team was assembled in the breakroom. The Sidles sat on the couch; Grissom was going to allow them to stay at CSI headquarters.
"Alright guys, Brass got us the warrant, here's what I need you to do. Nicky, find out all you can about Mark Raymond. What does he do for fun? Who does he hang out with? What are his..."
Nick interrupted. "Don't worry I know what to do, I'm on it." He left the breakroom to begin his research.
Grissom took a breathe and continued, "Catherine, you need to find out about the girlfriend, Tracy Ducharme. It might require flying to Chicago."
"I'll do it for Sara," Catherine stated and off she went.
"Alright, Griss I'm on Raymond's house with you?"
"Yes, Warrick. Let's go." Grissom stopped to look over at the Sidles. "We'll figure out what happened."
She had been in some sort of sleep. She was awakened not by an alarm clock but some searing hot pain that seemed to be spreading all over her body. She could hear some manic sounding laughter. Her eyes opened quickly to reveal the scene before her. Sara was lying on the ground. Trees surrounded her. It was night. There was a man kneeling above her. He was the one laughing. The pain was coming from her abdomen. The she saw it- a knife sticking out of her body. Blood had formed around it but the knife was holding in place her flesh, ironically keeping her from losing too much blood.
It all came to her with a jolt. The past few weeks. Grissom's "I don't want to date you." Her gun hitting her in the head. The stranger who feed her junk food in a shack. The escape. The trip. She hadn't gained her freedom instead it seemed that she had helped with her own death. The pain was not as bad when her eyes first opened but now that she knew where she was and what had happened, the pain was all she could feel.
He noticed her looking at him. "Your dead Tracy. I killed you, finally! Thought you could get away from me. Run off to Chicago, huh? Send the police after me? It didn't work did it?" He looked down at the woman. She did not have Tracy's red hair or short stature. She wasn't her. He knew this of course but sometimes he forgot. "You're not Tracy but you're taking her place. You're dying for her."
Yes, I am, Sara thought.
"I met your boyfriend today."
Boyfriend?
"Gil Grissom was at my place."
Her heart skipped a beat. Grissom has connected him to me, somehow. He'll find me. If...if I'll not dead before he does.
"He brought some cop who asked a lot of questions. Thought he was smart."
Brass, Sara thought.
"I'll put you out of your misery. You must be in a lot of pain." He reached into his back pocket, producing her gun. "I'll blow your brains out, okay?"
She couldn't die, not with Grissom on her trail. She had to see him again. Think, Sara. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw it- a stick long and three inches in diameter. She had to just divert his attention for a moment.
"Grissom!" She yelled as if seeing him in front of her.
Mark turned quickly on his knees, pointing the gun towards the trees that Sara had yelled to. Sara moved without hesitation. The adrenaline inside her helped her to ignore the pain. She grabbed the stick with her right hand, sat up and as he began to turn around lunged the stick into his right eye.
He let out an animal like howl and dropped the gun at her feet.
She picked up the gun and thought about how she once said she could never take a life. He wasn't dead but he was in too much pain to do much of anything. She decided she wasn't going to kill, she would leave him there for the police to find. She had done enough damage to him.
Sara slowly got her feet. It was surprising to her that she could even move at all. The Sidle Stubborn Streak was in high gear and she was determined to get away. She searched the kidnapper who was crying and lying on the ground in the fetal position. She found his keys in his other back pocket.
The journey to the truck was not easy. Her legs were weak and she had to keep the knife in place. It had not entered any organs so losing blood was her main concern. One step at a time in the dark. Where is a flashlight when you need it, she thought. He had one but she had forgotten about until now. There was no way she was going back for it.
Just then she heard noise behind her. Sara could see him; his shadowy outline 100 yards away. She had the gun at least if he came closer but blinding a man was as violent as she felt like being.
Finally reaching the Ford, Sara gently climbed in, careful to not loosen the knife or to not make it go deeper. The pain was intense. If this is what it feels like to have children, I'm never going to be a mom, Sara thought.
It took two tries before the truck blasted to life. Sara flicked on the lights and caught the sight of her kidnapper coming out of the bushes. She wasted no time turning the truck around and began her descent done the windy trail.
She was heading home finally. Tears welled at her brown eyes. She would see her parents again. Greg would annoy her with his new magical tricks. Nick would eat her tunafish sandwiches and then pretend that it wasn't tuna dangling from his lips. She would have a chance to be with Grissom again. Maybe not as a lover but she would take being his friend. Days spent without him were worse than the torture she faced.
A bump in the road jostled the truck sending the knife into her deeper. Her eyes flashed white spots and she thought for a minute she would pass out. Blood was beginning to come out of the wound. The truck was swaying on the dirt road. She had to take control or she would go of into the trees, then her dreams of reaching home would never be realized.
To be continued...
Chapter: 7
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Last we left Sara was in a bad situation. Thanks again for the reviews, I really listen to what you say.
Grissom was scanning over Sara's case file so he didn't notice the two people at the front desk until one called his name.
"Mr. Grissom?"
"Yes," he said turning to see a couple in their fifties. Their faces were etched with worry lines and the paler was grayish. He knew then who they were. "You must be Mr. and Mrs. Sidle, Sara's parents."
"Yes," her father said stretching out his hand to shake Grissom's, "Thank you for all you're doing to find Sara."
"Is there any new information," Sara's mother asked.
"There might be." Grissom didn't want to get their hopes up but he felt that they needed to know that they were closer to solving the mystery. "Would you please come to my office, we can talk there."
They followed behind him and Grissom realized as he entered his office that Sara's ID tag were still on his desk. He had asked Greg to go over the tag again, hoping they had missed a clue. Alas there were no fingerprints or anything else useful on the tag. Grissom hastily throw the ID in his desk, hoping that the Sidles had not seen it.
"Tonight I met a young man who might be the one who kidnapped Sara," Grissom started once they were seated.
The Sidles exchanged looks. "Then you know where she is?" Laura Sidle asked, the look on her face heartbreaking.
Grissom could not look them in the eyes. "No, we don't Mrs. Sidle. We are waiting for a warrant to come through so that we can investigate him, his house and process his truck."
"Please call me Laura. Do you think...could she be still alive?" Laura swallowed hard.
Grissom looked into her eyes. They resembled Sara's greatly. "I don't know. I'm hopeful but I don't know."
Dan Sidle put his arm around his wife. "At least if they can catch this SOB sweetie, he won't be able to hurt anyone else."
Tear enveloped Laura's eyes. "I don't care if he can't hurt anyone else. I want my daughter back!" Her voice was loud and shaking with emotion.
"Laura..." Dan put his head against his wife's.
It was nearly too much to bear for Grissom. He was use to not getting involved. He kept his distance, had his emotions in check. This case was different. He loved Sara and felt nearly as much pain as her parents.
"If I can get her back, I will," Grissom let the tears flow.
Mrs. Sidle moved her head up to look at him. "You're in love with her aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Does she know?" Laura asked.
"No, I never...I never told her." Regret left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"If you get the chance, tell her." Laura reached out and touched his hand.
"I will."
"I approve of you," Dan Sidle said releasing the tension in the room.
"Thank you," Grissom let a smile come to his lips.
A knock on the door brought their eyes up to the man entering the office. "I got the warrant," Jim Brass said.
Within in a few minutes the team was assembled in the breakroom. The Sidles sat on the couch; Grissom was going to allow them to stay at CSI headquarters.
"Alright guys, Brass got us the warrant, here's what I need you to do. Nicky, find out all you can about Mark Raymond. What does he do for fun? Who does he hang out with? What are his..."
Nick interrupted. "Don't worry I know what to do, I'm on it." He left the breakroom to begin his research.
Grissom took a breathe and continued, "Catherine, you need to find out about the girlfriend, Tracy Ducharme. It might require flying to Chicago."
"I'll do it for Sara," Catherine stated and off she went.
"Alright, Griss I'm on Raymond's house with you?"
"Yes, Warrick. Let's go." Grissom stopped to look over at the Sidles. "We'll figure out what happened."
She had been in some sort of sleep. She was awakened not by an alarm clock but some searing hot pain that seemed to be spreading all over her body. She could hear some manic sounding laughter. Her eyes opened quickly to reveal the scene before her. Sara was lying on the ground. Trees surrounded her. It was night. There was a man kneeling above her. He was the one laughing. The pain was coming from her abdomen. The she saw it- a knife sticking out of her body. Blood had formed around it but the knife was holding in place her flesh, ironically keeping her from losing too much blood.
It all came to her with a jolt. The past few weeks. Grissom's "I don't want to date you." Her gun hitting her in the head. The stranger who feed her junk food in a shack. The escape. The trip. She hadn't gained her freedom instead it seemed that she had helped with her own death. The pain was not as bad when her eyes first opened but now that she knew where she was and what had happened, the pain was all she could feel.
He noticed her looking at him. "Your dead Tracy. I killed you, finally! Thought you could get away from me. Run off to Chicago, huh? Send the police after me? It didn't work did it?" He looked down at the woman. She did not have Tracy's red hair or short stature. She wasn't her. He knew this of course but sometimes he forgot. "You're not Tracy but you're taking her place. You're dying for her."
Yes, I am, Sara thought.
"I met your boyfriend today."
Boyfriend?
"Gil Grissom was at my place."
Her heart skipped a beat. Grissom has connected him to me, somehow. He'll find me. If...if I'll not dead before he does.
"He brought some cop who asked a lot of questions. Thought he was smart."
Brass, Sara thought.
"I'll put you out of your misery. You must be in a lot of pain." He reached into his back pocket, producing her gun. "I'll blow your brains out, okay?"
She couldn't die, not with Grissom on her trail. She had to see him again. Think, Sara. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw it- a stick long and three inches in diameter. She had to just divert his attention for a moment.
"Grissom!" She yelled as if seeing him in front of her.
Mark turned quickly on his knees, pointing the gun towards the trees that Sara had yelled to. Sara moved without hesitation. The adrenaline inside her helped her to ignore the pain. She grabbed the stick with her right hand, sat up and as he began to turn around lunged the stick into his right eye.
He let out an animal like howl and dropped the gun at her feet.
She picked up the gun and thought about how she once said she could never take a life. He wasn't dead but he was in too much pain to do much of anything. She decided she wasn't going to kill, she would leave him there for the police to find. She had done enough damage to him.
Sara slowly got her feet. It was surprising to her that she could even move at all. The Sidle Stubborn Streak was in high gear and she was determined to get away. She searched the kidnapper who was crying and lying on the ground in the fetal position. She found his keys in his other back pocket.
The journey to the truck was not easy. Her legs were weak and she had to keep the knife in place. It had not entered any organs so losing blood was her main concern. One step at a time in the dark. Where is a flashlight when you need it, she thought. He had one but she had forgotten about until now. There was no way she was going back for it.
Just then she heard noise behind her. Sara could see him; his shadowy outline 100 yards away. She had the gun at least if he came closer but blinding a man was as violent as she felt like being.
Finally reaching the Ford, Sara gently climbed in, careful to not loosen the knife or to not make it go deeper. The pain was intense. If this is what it feels like to have children, I'm never going to be a mom, Sara thought.
It took two tries before the truck blasted to life. Sara flicked on the lights and caught the sight of her kidnapper coming out of the bushes. She wasted no time turning the truck around and began her descent done the windy trail.
She was heading home finally. Tears welled at her brown eyes. She would see her parents again. Greg would annoy her with his new magical tricks. Nick would eat her tunafish sandwiches and then pretend that it wasn't tuna dangling from his lips. She would have a chance to be with Grissom again. Maybe not as a lover but she would take being his friend. Days spent without him were worse than the torture she faced.
A bump in the road jostled the truck sending the knife into her deeper. Her eyes flashed white spots and she thought for a minute she would pass out. Blood was beginning to come out of the wound. The truck was swaying on the dirt road. She had to take control or she would go of into the trees, then her dreams of reaching home would never be realized.
To be continued...