Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters; they are the property of the creators and producers of CSI. I only borrowed them.
NOTE: David Wallis is NOT the David, the coroner's assistant. They are two different people. David Wallis is an imaginary character/name that was thought up by my half-sane mind. Anyway, read and review, I just wanted to clear things up a little.
The rental car sped through the busy streets of San Francisco, passing busy vendors, pedestrians, and cars flowing to and from the suburbs. Both men sat in the rental, both had just left their hotel rooms, and upon receiving a fax from their office, they were now on their way to Mark Wallis' house.
The stench of asphalt was lurking in the air, construction was definitely holding up the line of cars. Nick sighed; frustration was clear in his body language and facial expression.
Grissom witnessed the frustration and the determination in the young man's expression. Many knew of Nick's feelings towards Sara, be it friendship or love, there was something there. Many times had he spent talking to Catherine about the two young CSI's "relationship over breakfast. But it was only at this time did he realize the extent of Nick's feelings.
"Oh for the love of-" Nick yelled. Minutes passed, and they had only moved a block. After passing the construction, they frantically sped towards their destination, in Nick's opinion; no construction could deter them from interviewing Mark Wallis.
'Finally,' Nick thought. They had arrived at the bungalow that they assumed was Mark Wallis' home. It was a small, 1960s style home, with a small garden and bird feeder on the front lawn. Upon reaching the top of the wooden porch, Grissom reached over to ring the doorbell, but stopped when he spotted a woman approach behind the door.
"Can I help you?" She questioned, peeking through the eyehole.
"Is this Mark Wallis' place of residence?" Grissom questioned, double-checking the faxed sheet in his hand.
"Yes. Mark is not here, I'm his cousin," the woman replied. She didn't invite them in, or even open the door.
"My name is Gil Grissom, and this is Nick Stokes. We're from the Las Vegas Crime Lab," he explained.
"Vegas? Aren't you a little out of your jurisdiction?" The woman questioned.
"We're investigating the disappearance of this woman," Grissom said, flashing a picture of Sara.
"Sara," the woman said, as she slowly opened the door.
"I'm sorry, do you know Sara?" Nick quizzed eagerly.
"Please come in," the woman questioned, motioning the two men into the house.
But what greeted the two men astonished them. It was as if they had entered an alternate universe, the past, with Sara as the focus. They marveled at the amount of high school memorabilia that Mark kept, all of which were actually David Wallis' things. As they inspected the room, they found many things that were David's, all personalized or engraved, but none with Mark's name or what appeared to be his.
"What happened?" The woman questioned, sitting her small body into the armchair. Grissom sat across from her, and he began telling her about what has happened. Her emotions were blank, her breathing was calm, but Grissom could tell that fear and concern were under the entire mask.
Nick continued to prowl around the room. He was amazed, disgusted, but amazed. He has especially taken interest in a prom picture of David and Sara. His emotions were bittersweet, enlightened by the sight of Sara, by the smile that radiated and captured the picture. But was also afraid of what could happen, what she was going through.
"As you can see, Mark isn't exactly one to let things go," the cousin explained, as she looked around the room.
"Sara is Mark's life. After David's death, he became close friends with Sara, and he hoped for something more, but she had closed herself from the world," she continued.
"I don't' know where Mark is. He's usually traveling between here and Vegas, he's a radio promoter."
"You should check his place in Vegas," she stated.
Grissom was worried, his mind raced at the extent of Mark's obsession. 'It's definitely an obsession,' he thought. He carefully observed the young woman's face. Light wrinkles around her face; she stared at the man before her, but quickly looked away towards Nick's direction.
"She was divested when David died," she finally said. Nick looked up, knowing that the woman was addressing him. He simply smiled.
"She was never quite the same after that. She moved away, and tried to escape her past."
Nick's heart sank and he swallowed hard. He never really knew the story of Sara, and now he was eager yet brimming with fear to learn about Sara. But most of all, he regretted not knowing about her, feeling helpless in finding her. The room's silence and emotion was too much for him, he excused himself and rushed out the door.
"Thank you for your time. Here's my card, we'll keep in touch," Grissom said, surprised by Nick's sudden exit. The man followed Nick out the door, concerned for the young man. He somewhat understood the overlaying emotion of Nick; he knew that learning about Sara's past, and not knowing where Sara was, just ate at him. He wondered whether Nick could hold on.
"Warrick?" Nick questioned into his cell phone. He had just left Grissom and Mark Wallis' cousin inside the house. He walked out into the empty street.
It was Warrick; he was at Mark Wallis' corporate house outside Vegas.
"He's gone," he began.
"Gone?" Nick questioned. He ran towards the rental, the rain falling heavily on his head. 'How can this be' he questioned himself.
"He's not here. Nick I think you should sit down," Warrick requested. Nick's heart stopped, his brisk walk to the rental halted.
"Traci's dead," Warrick said, after a long pause.
"Damn, that sick-" Nick screamed, struggling to wrap his mind around the revelation. He continued to vocalize profanities, with his heart tightening and breathing shallow. 'Traci, how could he do this to Traci?' Nick asked himself. He was kneeling on the ground, fraught with a cluster of emotions, tears ready to fall.
"Sara?" He questioned, with his heart shortly stalled. 'Let her be alright' he commented to himself, hoping that she was at the location.
"No man, she's not here. We're going to start processing the scene now," Warrick said. Those words were somewhat of a relief for Nick, hoping that they would find something. But he suffered, still trying to wrap his emotions around the devastating developments.
The rain was falling heavily; thunder and lightning raging in the distance.
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A/N – there isn't much development, but i'll try to post the next chapter soon. i haven't had enough time to update, but i'm going to try and get things posted as fast as i can. again, thanks for the reviews, please keep them coming.
NOTE: David Wallis is NOT the David, the coroner's assistant. They are two different people. David Wallis is an imaginary character/name that was thought up by my half-sane mind. Anyway, read and review, I just wanted to clear things up a little.
The rental car sped through the busy streets of San Francisco, passing busy vendors, pedestrians, and cars flowing to and from the suburbs. Both men sat in the rental, both had just left their hotel rooms, and upon receiving a fax from their office, they were now on their way to Mark Wallis' house.
The stench of asphalt was lurking in the air, construction was definitely holding up the line of cars. Nick sighed; frustration was clear in his body language and facial expression.
Grissom witnessed the frustration and the determination in the young man's expression. Many knew of Nick's feelings towards Sara, be it friendship or love, there was something there. Many times had he spent talking to Catherine about the two young CSI's "relationship over breakfast. But it was only at this time did he realize the extent of Nick's feelings.
"Oh for the love of-" Nick yelled. Minutes passed, and they had only moved a block. After passing the construction, they frantically sped towards their destination, in Nick's opinion; no construction could deter them from interviewing Mark Wallis.
'Finally,' Nick thought. They had arrived at the bungalow that they assumed was Mark Wallis' home. It was a small, 1960s style home, with a small garden and bird feeder on the front lawn. Upon reaching the top of the wooden porch, Grissom reached over to ring the doorbell, but stopped when he spotted a woman approach behind the door.
"Can I help you?" She questioned, peeking through the eyehole.
"Is this Mark Wallis' place of residence?" Grissom questioned, double-checking the faxed sheet in his hand.
"Yes. Mark is not here, I'm his cousin," the woman replied. She didn't invite them in, or even open the door.
"My name is Gil Grissom, and this is Nick Stokes. We're from the Las Vegas Crime Lab," he explained.
"Vegas? Aren't you a little out of your jurisdiction?" The woman questioned.
"We're investigating the disappearance of this woman," Grissom said, flashing a picture of Sara.
"Sara," the woman said, as she slowly opened the door.
"I'm sorry, do you know Sara?" Nick quizzed eagerly.
"Please come in," the woman questioned, motioning the two men into the house.
But what greeted the two men astonished them. It was as if they had entered an alternate universe, the past, with Sara as the focus. They marveled at the amount of high school memorabilia that Mark kept, all of which were actually David Wallis' things. As they inspected the room, they found many things that were David's, all personalized or engraved, but none with Mark's name or what appeared to be his.
"What happened?" The woman questioned, sitting her small body into the armchair. Grissom sat across from her, and he began telling her about what has happened. Her emotions were blank, her breathing was calm, but Grissom could tell that fear and concern were under the entire mask.
Nick continued to prowl around the room. He was amazed, disgusted, but amazed. He has especially taken interest in a prom picture of David and Sara. His emotions were bittersweet, enlightened by the sight of Sara, by the smile that radiated and captured the picture. But was also afraid of what could happen, what she was going through.
"As you can see, Mark isn't exactly one to let things go," the cousin explained, as she looked around the room.
"Sara is Mark's life. After David's death, he became close friends with Sara, and he hoped for something more, but she had closed herself from the world," she continued.
"I don't' know where Mark is. He's usually traveling between here and Vegas, he's a radio promoter."
"You should check his place in Vegas," she stated.
Grissom was worried, his mind raced at the extent of Mark's obsession. 'It's definitely an obsession,' he thought. He carefully observed the young woman's face. Light wrinkles around her face; she stared at the man before her, but quickly looked away towards Nick's direction.
"She was divested when David died," she finally said. Nick looked up, knowing that the woman was addressing him. He simply smiled.
"She was never quite the same after that. She moved away, and tried to escape her past."
Nick's heart sank and he swallowed hard. He never really knew the story of Sara, and now he was eager yet brimming with fear to learn about Sara. But most of all, he regretted not knowing about her, feeling helpless in finding her. The room's silence and emotion was too much for him, he excused himself and rushed out the door.
"Thank you for your time. Here's my card, we'll keep in touch," Grissom said, surprised by Nick's sudden exit. The man followed Nick out the door, concerned for the young man. He somewhat understood the overlaying emotion of Nick; he knew that learning about Sara's past, and not knowing where Sara was, just ate at him. He wondered whether Nick could hold on.
"Warrick?" Nick questioned into his cell phone. He had just left Grissom and Mark Wallis' cousin inside the house. He walked out into the empty street.
It was Warrick; he was at Mark Wallis' corporate house outside Vegas.
"He's gone," he began.
"Gone?" Nick questioned. He ran towards the rental, the rain falling heavily on his head. 'How can this be' he questioned himself.
"He's not here. Nick I think you should sit down," Warrick requested. Nick's heart stopped, his brisk walk to the rental halted.
"Traci's dead," Warrick said, after a long pause.
"Damn, that sick-" Nick screamed, struggling to wrap his mind around the revelation. He continued to vocalize profanities, with his heart tightening and breathing shallow. 'Traci, how could he do this to Traci?' Nick asked himself. He was kneeling on the ground, fraught with a cluster of emotions, tears ready to fall.
"Sara?" He questioned, with his heart shortly stalled. 'Let her be alright' he commented to himself, hoping that she was at the location.
"No man, she's not here. We're going to start processing the scene now," Warrick said. Those words were somewhat of a relief for Nick, hoping that they would find something. But he suffered, still trying to wrap his emotions around the devastating developments.
The rain was falling heavily; thunder and lightning raging in the distance.
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A/N – there isn't much development, but i'll try to post the next chapter soon. i haven't had enough time to update, but i'm going to try and get things posted as fast as i can. again, thanks for the reviews, please keep them coming.