T I still don't own CSI, in case anyone was wondering, at least...last time
I looked. I might have clicked the wrong button on E-bay or
something...you never know!
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"Forget the suicide, Sara. Eckley is sending someone to work the night shift tonight. We're going home..." Grissom was a little worried at what Sara's reaction to this statement would be...after all, it was hard enough getting Sara to stay home on her real days off! That's why he was surprised when Sara gave him a grateful glance.
"Yeah, I don't know what I might do if I had to work a case tonight....Thanks, Grissom." She sighed in relief. Grissom sighed too, having been afraid of being potentially maimed, blinded, or roasted over a slow fire by a wrathful Sara.
***
When they pulled up at their apartment building, and Sara noticed all the police cars around her house, she wanted to run back to the lab and hide in her locker. But the warm, comforting pressure of Grissom's hand on her arm allowed her to walk up to the front door that was no longer hers.
Charlie's nanny, Kate, was standing there, white-faced and shivering, talking to Brass, clutching a sweater and sporting a bandage over her wild red hair. She noticed Sara and Grissom walking toward her, which seemed to be the last straw. She crumpled to the ground and burst into tears for what was obviously not the first time that night.
Sara barely restrained herself from running over and shaking the woman. Now she knew how Catherine had felt when Eddie died. She was trying to tell herself that it wasn't Kate's fault....when her eyes narrowed. Maybe it was. She couldn't trust anyone.
Sara strode over, and Kate started babbling.
"Oh, Sara! I'm so sorry! I can't believe...it's just so... Well, you being a policewoman and all, you'll probably wish to hear what happened," she babbled with a soft, musical Irish accent. Only the present circumstances stopped Sara from smiling. Kate had insisted from the beginning that CSI was too cumbersome a word, and refused believe that it was anything but a fancy name police people gave themselves to feel important.
"CSI, Kate...I'm a CSI," Sara chided with the comfortableness of a well known sore point.
"She's not a CSI now, however," Grissom said sternly, coming up behind Sara and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Remember..." he warned.
"Yes, I know," she brushed his arm off impatiently. "But I want to hear what your excu--your story is."
"Well, it was about ten, it was. Charlie was fast asleep, poor little lamb. Then, I heard a knock at the door. When I went to answer it, a man dressed in black with a mask on his face leapt in and we started to struggle a bit. I tried to stab him with an umbrella from the stand, but he grabbed that ugly lamp you were trying to sell online, which nobody would buy...and hit me a good crack over the head with it. You can see my bandage...it was a dreadful mess I'm sorry to say. The last thought before I fainted was about your lovely carpet...well, I suppose a good cleaner will get it out. Then, when I woke up, I ran to Charlie's room. He wasn't there, poor dear! He was gone! I ran back to call the police, and that's when I saw a piece of paper on the table. It was some sort of note..." Brass cut off Kate's shock-induced ramblings. Who really cared about the state of the carpet at a time like this anyway?
"You might want to see this note. It has definite implications...and you no doubt have already picked up on the fact that the umbrella might have evidence on it. We'll have Cath or Warrick take a look. But in the meantime..."
Brass led Grissom and Sara into their apartment. To Sara, it felt surreal. An overlap of her professional life and home life. At some points...it was the usual drill. Walking through a house, her senses attuned to the minutest detail. But then, she remembered it was HER house, and she was a mom again...a victim. The woman Sara usually pitied and tried to help. She felt like she was walking on two different planes.
Finally, they reached the kitchen table. On it was a piece of paper. Sara's CSI instincts kicked in, and she automatically started analyzing it.
"Hmmm....paper's from the Queen Charlotte Motel. That'll be easy to trace. Handwriting is surprisingly neat, however. Almost feminine...But that's impossible. Kate said it was a man..." Sara mused, thinking out loud. The same thought occurred to Sara and Brass at the same time.
"What if..."
"Kate?"
Perhaps I was right to be suspicious of her, Sara thought wryly. Grissom hadn't said anything. He was too busy reading the note.
"Sara..." he choked. When Sara turned concerned eyes on him, she noticed that his face was ghostly pale, and his hands were shaking.
"Griss? Are you OK? What's wrong? You look like you've seen the dead."
"I have..." he muttered cryptically, and pointed at the note.
"Read it." As Sara skimmed her eyes over the paper, she felt her face blanch to match Grissom's. Suddenly, she felt dizzy, like the world was spinning, and a sick, floaty feeling came over her. It wasn't enough that her baby was gone. Sara's worst nightmare was coming truer every second.
Then, the ground rose to meet her....and everything went black.
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"Forget the suicide, Sara. Eckley is sending someone to work the night shift tonight. We're going home..." Grissom was a little worried at what Sara's reaction to this statement would be...after all, it was hard enough getting Sara to stay home on her real days off! That's why he was surprised when Sara gave him a grateful glance.
"Yeah, I don't know what I might do if I had to work a case tonight....Thanks, Grissom." She sighed in relief. Grissom sighed too, having been afraid of being potentially maimed, blinded, or roasted over a slow fire by a wrathful Sara.
***
When they pulled up at their apartment building, and Sara noticed all the police cars around her house, she wanted to run back to the lab and hide in her locker. But the warm, comforting pressure of Grissom's hand on her arm allowed her to walk up to the front door that was no longer hers.
Charlie's nanny, Kate, was standing there, white-faced and shivering, talking to Brass, clutching a sweater and sporting a bandage over her wild red hair. She noticed Sara and Grissom walking toward her, which seemed to be the last straw. She crumpled to the ground and burst into tears for what was obviously not the first time that night.
Sara barely restrained herself from running over and shaking the woman. Now she knew how Catherine had felt when Eddie died. She was trying to tell herself that it wasn't Kate's fault....when her eyes narrowed. Maybe it was. She couldn't trust anyone.
Sara strode over, and Kate started babbling.
"Oh, Sara! I'm so sorry! I can't believe...it's just so... Well, you being a policewoman and all, you'll probably wish to hear what happened," she babbled with a soft, musical Irish accent. Only the present circumstances stopped Sara from smiling. Kate had insisted from the beginning that CSI was too cumbersome a word, and refused believe that it was anything but a fancy name police people gave themselves to feel important.
"CSI, Kate...I'm a CSI," Sara chided with the comfortableness of a well known sore point.
"She's not a CSI now, however," Grissom said sternly, coming up behind Sara and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Remember..." he warned.
"Yes, I know," she brushed his arm off impatiently. "But I want to hear what your excu--your story is."
"Well, it was about ten, it was. Charlie was fast asleep, poor little lamb. Then, I heard a knock at the door. When I went to answer it, a man dressed in black with a mask on his face leapt in and we started to struggle a bit. I tried to stab him with an umbrella from the stand, but he grabbed that ugly lamp you were trying to sell online, which nobody would buy...and hit me a good crack over the head with it. You can see my bandage...it was a dreadful mess I'm sorry to say. The last thought before I fainted was about your lovely carpet...well, I suppose a good cleaner will get it out. Then, when I woke up, I ran to Charlie's room. He wasn't there, poor dear! He was gone! I ran back to call the police, and that's when I saw a piece of paper on the table. It was some sort of note..." Brass cut off Kate's shock-induced ramblings. Who really cared about the state of the carpet at a time like this anyway?
"You might want to see this note. It has definite implications...and you no doubt have already picked up on the fact that the umbrella might have evidence on it. We'll have Cath or Warrick take a look. But in the meantime..."
Brass led Grissom and Sara into their apartment. To Sara, it felt surreal. An overlap of her professional life and home life. At some points...it was the usual drill. Walking through a house, her senses attuned to the minutest detail. But then, she remembered it was HER house, and she was a mom again...a victim. The woman Sara usually pitied and tried to help. She felt like she was walking on two different planes.
Finally, they reached the kitchen table. On it was a piece of paper. Sara's CSI instincts kicked in, and she automatically started analyzing it.
"Hmmm....paper's from the Queen Charlotte Motel. That'll be easy to trace. Handwriting is surprisingly neat, however. Almost feminine...But that's impossible. Kate said it was a man..." Sara mused, thinking out loud. The same thought occurred to Sara and Brass at the same time.
"What if..."
"Kate?"
Perhaps I was right to be suspicious of her, Sara thought wryly. Grissom hadn't said anything. He was too busy reading the note.
"Sara..." he choked. When Sara turned concerned eyes on him, she noticed that his face was ghostly pale, and his hands were shaking.
"Griss? Are you OK? What's wrong? You look like you've seen the dead."
"I have..." he muttered cryptically, and pointed at the note.
"Read it." As Sara skimmed her eyes over the paper, she felt her face blanch to match Grissom's. Suddenly, she felt dizzy, like the world was spinning, and a sick, floaty feeling came over her. It wasn't enough that her baby was gone. Sara's worst nightmare was coming truer every second.
Then, the ground rose to meet her....and everything went black.