'Can I have a drink of water?' Sara asked, having to clear her throat
several times to make her voice work.
Mike looked at her, seeming to consider the question.
'Or at least use the bathroom? I'm about to wet myself.'
'And let you escape through the window?'
'It's barred. I'm a CSI, remember? I know what sick things happen.'
'Didn't stop me, though, did you?'
'Give me time.'
'You should be more careful about opening the door.' He lectured her.
'I'll remember that next time.' Sara answered dryly. She hadn't expected it. Who would, at eight in the morning? And who knew he was so strong? He'd got her to the ground, found her gun, without seeming to break a sweat.
And here she was, still sitting. Confused about what the hell had happened. And why.
'Mike, please, tell me how I'm meant to know you.' Sara tried again.
It was light outside. She must have been sitting in the same position for getting onto twenty-four hours. She highly doubted she'd be able to get her legs to feel again. Twenty-four hours. Was anyone missing her yet? Was there anyone to miss her? She'd thrown away her career, on the jerk that was opposite her. And that was all she had. Her career. All she'd ever wanted.
She looked up at Mike, new resolve rushing her veins suddenly.
'Come on, Mike. You're holding me at gunpoint. Why not at least tell me why?'
'Should have seen the truth.'
'I don't know what you're talking about.' Sara said, feeling a lump in her throat, having to work hard to keep the sob from her voice. The riddles were not helping. How was she meant to know him? She was sure she had never met him before, certainly never in a professional capacity. How could she have forgotten him.
She looked up, focused on his face, surprised to see tears falling from his eyes. Suddenly the grey eyes, for a split second, looked strangely familiar. But as soon as she focused on it, the recollection left, leaving her frustrated again. She knew him. But from where, or why, she had no idea.
Or was she making it up? Was the desperation she was feeling making her brain believe she knew him to make it feel better? Was it trying to put memories where they simply didn't exist so that she would at least have something, anything to explain this? Explain why she was suddenly being held captive in her own home by a seventeen year old boy she had only met two days earlier.
A boy she had effectively cleared of a murder/suicide he insisted he had nothing to do with.
If he was so innocent, what was he doing here?
What was he so scared about?
And he was scared. He looked younger than his seventeen years, sitting across the hallway, a hand on the gun. He looked like he needed a hug, someone to tell him that it was all gonna be ok. Not like he could be sitting there holding her at gunpoint, for which end she had no idea.
This made no sense. However much she thought about it, the only conclusion she could draw was that it made no sense.
If he was so scared, why couldn't she reason with him? Why was he still here, here with her. What had she got to do with this? Why didn't she make a move to leave?
Because she didn't want to end up with a bullet lodged in her spine. The only thing she truly believed at the moment was that he would shoot. Without a moment's hesitation. It was in his eyes, in his look.
'This is all your fault!' he yelled at her suddenly, the gun, which had previously been lying on the floor suddenly at eye level, directed at her.
'I don't know what you mean!' Sara yelled back in desperation. The gun firing was her only response.
Brass stopped by the CSI break room, finding Warrick and Catherine having a coffee. 'Have you found her yet?' He asked, obviously agitated.
They both shook their heads.
He didn't like this. He didn't like that Sara had taken off without a word, after being accused of assault. It reeked too much like an omission of guilt.
But that wasn't what was bothering him so much. He was pretty sure with a few words he could get charges dropped, get Mike to see he was lucky to be getting off scot free.
It was the fact that she was gone. Sara wasn't the type to pick up and leave. She was the type to stay, to fight it out to the death. She wasn't the type to give up without even trying. It wasn't Sara's style.
'We know.' Catherine said, making him jump slightly. He hadn't said anything.
He gave her a questioning look.
'We all think it's a little out of character for Sara.'
'So was jumping across the table at a suspect.' Brass said, rubbing at his temples, feeling a headache threatening.
'What was it about the case? You were there, you saw what happened.' Catherine asked.
Brass thought for a moment, before shrugging. 'I don't know. Something about the interview though- it was.different.'
'In what way?'
'When they were talking, it was like they were the only two people in the room, the only people present, like they both forgot they weren't alone. It was.intense.'
'Intense?'
'Yeah- I'm not explaining it too well. But it was no normal case. I mean, Mike was arrogant. Completely believed he could get away with anything. I mean, he never denied that he had killed that girl. Sara disliked him, that was apparent from the outset. Especially when he said he had been using the girl for his reputation, that he only used her for sex. That really got to Sara. But I thought she was ok, I thought she had it under control. I never saw her about to jump the table. It was as if something just suddenly snapped.'
'I've seen her worked up about cases before.' Catherine said thoughtfully.
'This was more than that. This became a personal crusade almost. Sara just couldn't believe that the girl could kill herself- had her heart set on the fact that the guy did it.'
'She should have got out.' Warrick said with a small shake of his head.
'We've got to find her. God knows what she's gone and done.' Catherine said. 'Her job is her life- if she thinks Gil's gonna sack her, then.' Catherine trailed off, not knowing what Sara was likely to do.
'Oh, some info for you- Mike's parents have failed a missing person's report.' Brass told them, as his cell phone rang. He answered it, his face deliberately blank as he listened, gave a single word acknowledgement before hanging up.
'Shot's fired.' He said, finally looking up at the two CSI's. 'Sara's apartment building.'
A cold streak of fear shot through the room as the three of them looked at each other for a split second before making a run for their cars.
Please let me know if you think I should continue with this, if it makes any sense?
Mike looked at her, seeming to consider the question.
'Or at least use the bathroom? I'm about to wet myself.'
'And let you escape through the window?'
'It's barred. I'm a CSI, remember? I know what sick things happen.'
'Didn't stop me, though, did you?'
'Give me time.'
'You should be more careful about opening the door.' He lectured her.
'I'll remember that next time.' Sara answered dryly. She hadn't expected it. Who would, at eight in the morning? And who knew he was so strong? He'd got her to the ground, found her gun, without seeming to break a sweat.
And here she was, still sitting. Confused about what the hell had happened. And why.
'Mike, please, tell me how I'm meant to know you.' Sara tried again.
It was light outside. She must have been sitting in the same position for getting onto twenty-four hours. She highly doubted she'd be able to get her legs to feel again. Twenty-four hours. Was anyone missing her yet? Was there anyone to miss her? She'd thrown away her career, on the jerk that was opposite her. And that was all she had. Her career. All she'd ever wanted.
She looked up at Mike, new resolve rushing her veins suddenly.
'Come on, Mike. You're holding me at gunpoint. Why not at least tell me why?'
'Should have seen the truth.'
'I don't know what you're talking about.' Sara said, feeling a lump in her throat, having to work hard to keep the sob from her voice. The riddles were not helping. How was she meant to know him? She was sure she had never met him before, certainly never in a professional capacity. How could she have forgotten him.
She looked up, focused on his face, surprised to see tears falling from his eyes. Suddenly the grey eyes, for a split second, looked strangely familiar. But as soon as she focused on it, the recollection left, leaving her frustrated again. She knew him. But from where, or why, she had no idea.
Or was she making it up? Was the desperation she was feeling making her brain believe she knew him to make it feel better? Was it trying to put memories where they simply didn't exist so that she would at least have something, anything to explain this? Explain why she was suddenly being held captive in her own home by a seventeen year old boy she had only met two days earlier.
A boy she had effectively cleared of a murder/suicide he insisted he had nothing to do with.
If he was so innocent, what was he doing here?
What was he so scared about?
And he was scared. He looked younger than his seventeen years, sitting across the hallway, a hand on the gun. He looked like he needed a hug, someone to tell him that it was all gonna be ok. Not like he could be sitting there holding her at gunpoint, for which end she had no idea.
This made no sense. However much she thought about it, the only conclusion she could draw was that it made no sense.
If he was so scared, why couldn't she reason with him? Why was he still here, here with her. What had she got to do with this? Why didn't she make a move to leave?
Because she didn't want to end up with a bullet lodged in her spine. The only thing she truly believed at the moment was that he would shoot. Without a moment's hesitation. It was in his eyes, in his look.
'This is all your fault!' he yelled at her suddenly, the gun, which had previously been lying on the floor suddenly at eye level, directed at her.
'I don't know what you mean!' Sara yelled back in desperation. The gun firing was her only response.
Brass stopped by the CSI break room, finding Warrick and Catherine having a coffee. 'Have you found her yet?' He asked, obviously agitated.
They both shook their heads.
He didn't like this. He didn't like that Sara had taken off without a word, after being accused of assault. It reeked too much like an omission of guilt.
But that wasn't what was bothering him so much. He was pretty sure with a few words he could get charges dropped, get Mike to see he was lucky to be getting off scot free.
It was the fact that she was gone. Sara wasn't the type to pick up and leave. She was the type to stay, to fight it out to the death. She wasn't the type to give up without even trying. It wasn't Sara's style.
'We know.' Catherine said, making him jump slightly. He hadn't said anything.
He gave her a questioning look.
'We all think it's a little out of character for Sara.'
'So was jumping across the table at a suspect.' Brass said, rubbing at his temples, feeling a headache threatening.
'What was it about the case? You were there, you saw what happened.' Catherine asked.
Brass thought for a moment, before shrugging. 'I don't know. Something about the interview though- it was.different.'
'In what way?'
'When they were talking, it was like they were the only two people in the room, the only people present, like they both forgot they weren't alone. It was.intense.'
'Intense?'
'Yeah- I'm not explaining it too well. But it was no normal case. I mean, Mike was arrogant. Completely believed he could get away with anything. I mean, he never denied that he had killed that girl. Sara disliked him, that was apparent from the outset. Especially when he said he had been using the girl for his reputation, that he only used her for sex. That really got to Sara. But I thought she was ok, I thought she had it under control. I never saw her about to jump the table. It was as if something just suddenly snapped.'
'I've seen her worked up about cases before.' Catherine said thoughtfully.
'This was more than that. This became a personal crusade almost. Sara just couldn't believe that the girl could kill herself- had her heart set on the fact that the guy did it.'
'She should have got out.' Warrick said with a small shake of his head.
'We've got to find her. God knows what she's gone and done.' Catherine said. 'Her job is her life- if she thinks Gil's gonna sack her, then.' Catherine trailed off, not knowing what Sara was likely to do.
'Oh, some info for you- Mike's parents have failed a missing person's report.' Brass told them, as his cell phone rang. He answered it, his face deliberately blank as he listened, gave a single word acknowledgement before hanging up.
'Shot's fired.' He said, finally looking up at the two CSI's. 'Sara's apartment building.'
A cold streak of fear shot through the room as the three of them looked at each other for a split second before making a run for their cars.
Please let me know if you think I should continue with this, if it makes any sense?