CHAPTER 9
The next shift was busy and Nick helped Grissom load his stuff into his Tahoe before Jo got home. After they finished getting the majority of things, they headed back to the lab. Grissom used Sara's car when she wasn't using it, to go out to crime scenes while she helped Al and David.
After Grissom came back from his crime scene, he was tired and grouchy. Nick and Greg saw his tiredness and informed everyone else. They all kept their distance. Sara did the same to give him some space and continued to assist Warrick and Nick on their case.
"Where's he staying anyway?" Warrick asked.
Nick looked up with a blank expression. "Al's I think." Sara ignored their talk and continued to work.
Hours later, the suspect was brought in and arrested. Sara made her way to the break room to grab a fizzy drink.
She past through the door and was pounced on. Grissom pulled her towards him as he leaned against the wall by the door. Sara landed against his chest and she supported herself grasping his sides. "I was wondering where you were." He whispered against her lips.
"Working, whe." She forgot what she was saying with his kiss and she sank further into him. "Mmm. What have you been doing?" She hummed apon breaking away and pushing her hands into his shirt to feel his skin.
Grissom's eyes closed as she continued to massage his sides. "Moping around." He moaned and leaned his head to hers. "Are you ready to go?" He asked wrapping his arms tighter around her body, pulling her warmth to him.
"Yes." She kissed him and stepped away. "Let's get you unpacked and I remember you telling me about breakfast."
Grissom took her hand and chuckled. "Omelettes and orange juice I think we decided."
"Sounds good to me." She entwined their fingers and left the lab together for the first time with the intention to go to one place and stay there.
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After placing the last book on the shelf, Sara looked at it to make sure it wasn't going to collapse. "We're going to need more bookshelves honey."
Grissom wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. "We might need to move to a bigger place Sara."
"We can talk about that later, feed me." She giggled as his hands pushed under her shirt and tickled her.
"Patience. Go sit down." He gave her one more kiss and pulled away to dish up breakfast. "Omelette madam and orange juice as requested." He sat down and they ate whilst talking about what to do with the rest of the day.
"I need to do some shopping, you up for that?" She saw his grimace at the word. "I know, I hate shopping too, but we need food and some other bits." She laughed as he mock moaned and dropped his fork on his empty plate.
"Do we have to?" He whined and leaned into her. "Lets go tomorrow." He kissed her shoulder and slipped his hand over her ass, under her shirt and up her back.
Sara grinned and collected up the dishes. "We need gas for the car and a new lock for the back door."
Narrowing his eyes at her, he turned and leaned back to look at the door. "Why's it need a new lock?"
"It broke. Stupid landlord thought it was cheaper to buy shoddy locks. No wonder he's broke." Sara washed the dishes while Grissom took a closer look at the door.
"Ok, we go shopping and fix this place before it falls apart." He turned when he felt her presence behind her. "I mean," He grinned and scooped her up into his arms. "We'll fix the door and get some sleep. How's that?" He kissed her nose and chuckled.
"Let's go before someone does decide to break in here." Grissom nodded and they left.
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Sara pushed the trolley down the tinned aisle and picked up several soups and sauces. "You know I'm not going to turn you into a veggie, so get up here and reach for the chicken soup. I can't reach it."
Grissom laughed and leaned over her as he grabbed a few cans. Apon dropping them into the trolley he kissed her. "You may convert me one day my dear."
"Yeah and in the mean time you cook the meat and leave the veggie food to me." Grissom held her around the waist as they continued down the aisle. "You want lasagne tonight?" She asked leaning into him.
"Meatless?" He pondered this a minute and nodded. "Ok, I'll try it." Sara smiled and as they turned to the frozen foods, she pulled away. "Sara?" Grissom asked looking down at her.
"I'm going to get some milk Griss." Grissom nodded and watched her walked away. He turned and noticed the reason for her retreat. Jo was leaning over one of the freezers. He thought she was working. Looking back at the cold milk products, he went to find Sara.
She was putting milk into the trolley. "She didn't see us Sara and it doesn't matter if she did." Sara looked up at him and he saw the frown. "Sara?" He took her hands from the trolley and pulled her into a warm embrace. "We're starting something new and I can't promise its not going to be easy, but I'm not giving you up."
"I know, it's just wired that's all." She said into his shoulder.
"We've got most of the things we came to get, lets get that lock and go home." Sara smiled and allowed him to push the trolley to the check out.
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After Grissom put the lock on the back door, he grabbed a shower and crawled into bed. He smiled as Sara snuggled closer to him and allowed him to hold her as she slept. His thoughts went back to his soon to be ex-wife. She hardly ever let him hold her in her sleep. She said she always felt suffocated. His arms pulled Sara to his chest and she sighed contentedly causing Grissom and shiver and joined her in sleep.
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Weeks later after Jo had received the divorce papers; Grissom still waited for her to sign them. Apparently his lawyer said she was refusing to sign them. Grissom decided to wait it out. There was nothing he could do to make her and she was obviously thinking that if she refused that he would come back, but this was the final straw and Grissom kept his distance. Sara and he had agreed to keep their relationship to themselves until they bother felt it was time to tell everyone.
Two months past and Grissom, Catherine and Sara were working a case involving a young female. She was found in an old barn in the farming end of the city. She was tied standing up against a steel pylon that was supporting the barns main beam. Her hands were tied behind her back around the thick upright beam and her legs were spread and feet tied to a horizontal pipe on the floor. Grissom and Catherine stared at the body for a long time while Sara took photos.
After collecting evidence and combing in and outside the barn, they headed back to the lab to await Al's findings. Al was wiping his hand across his forehead when All three entered the autopsy room. "Got anything Al?"
Al looked up at Grissom and sighed. "Too much Gil."
Grissom frowned and looked the body over. Sara looked through the report Al was still writing up. Catherine examined the wounds closer. "How did she die?"
Al tilted his head to one side and down at the body on the slab. He pointed the causes and injuries as he spoke. "Minor head injury; first wound and signs of healing. 5 broken ribs, 3 left side, 2 right. Bruising up her chest, abdomen and legs. Her facial bruising was healing until death. Her wrists are bruised and cut from the rope, the same with her legs."
Grissom checked the facial wounds and adjusted his glasses. "So the killer knocked her out and took her to the barn. Signs of healing means she was alive during the rest of her beatings. With the looks of several stages of healing on her other bruises, I'd say she was tortured for 3 days and killed on the 4th."
Al nodded. "I'm afraid that's my conclusion as well, but add sexual assault to that list Gil."
Grissom glanced at the legs and dropped his head. Sara and Catherine exchange worried glances. "You done the kit?"
"I sent it with the Greg, should be back soon."
"Thanks Al." Sara said and followed the others out.
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CHAPTER 10
Sara put the photos in order and took notes of possible actions during those 4 days. Grissom was reading the tox and sexual assault results, while Catherine tried to get an ID. "Negative on both accounts." He muttered removing his glasses and cleaning them on his shirtsleeve.
"Must have used a condom or had spadectomy." She said looking over his shoulder. "Can you help me with the photos, they don't make sense?" Grissom looked over his shoulder at her with a curious eyebrow raised. "What? I can't figure everything out you know?" She laughed and pulled him towards the photos she'd already sorted. "It shows that she was never removed from the beam. Urine present on the ground." Sara pointed to the photo, then picked one up and showed it to him. "This one is strange. This shows two footprints, but indistinguishable. There are definitely two different types as they're different sizes."
Grissom nodded. "Two killers maybe? One killer and an accomplice perhaps?"
Sara picked up another photo and pulled it closer to have a better look. "I still don't get the beat and rape. It was obvious she was raped more than once and never removed from the beam. The killer must be tall and strong." She mused tapping the photo on the table in thought.
"Let's see if Catherine got an ID."
"No need." Catherine said walking into the room with a printout. AFIS was co-operative tonight and gave us one Melanie Drake, 32, filed missing 5 days ago."
"5?" Grissom asked taking the printout from her. "That means she was left for dead on the 5th while the killers ran, but why?"
Sara sat down and leaned her elbows on the table. "Maybe we should go back to the scene."
Catherine nodded. "May help."
"Ok, lets go and then we'll contact the family." On everyone's agreement that filed out the room and back to the crime scene.
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Sara collapsed on the couch an hour after getting back from the crime scene. She was exhausted and needed an hours sleep before getting back to work. Catherine took a break and went to get coffee and some food. Grissom sat at the table in the break room looking through the file for the beating and rape case for the hundredth time and still didn't find anything new. He looked up and moved over to the couch where Sara was sleeping. He sat on the small table and pulled the blanket over her shoulder.
"It's nice to get out of the morgue once in a while." Al chimed walking towards the coffee pot and waving a file in the air. "Got something for you."
Grissom took the report and looked up at him. "Chloroform. That should have left some residue, but if she was drinking fluids and it was 5 days, so the after effect may have faded." He flipped through the next pages and narrowed his eyes. "I'll get this to Greg and see if I can find out where it came from."
Al smiled and sat down opposite Sara. "She's been tired an awful lot lately."
"She's been overdoing it again." Grissom chuckled and left the room.
"Amongst over things." Al mumbled with a smile into his coffee.
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As they waited for the Chloroform results, Sara went home to wash and change while Grissom and Catherine talked to the family of Melanie Drake. Sara was about to unlock her door when she felt something collide with her head twice and something over her mouth.
Grissom wondered into the lab two hours later and after 20 minutes he went in search of Sara, but couldn't find her. He tried her cell and pager, but got no response.
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Two days past and everyone at the lab was terrified for Sara. She had disappeared before she managed to put her keys into the door. Grissom and Catherine found a Chloroform rag under a bush by the door and Sara's cell and pager in the flowerbeds. Sara did manage to leave evidence of a struggle and drag marks across the lawn. This gave a starting point for a car and witnesses. Grissom and Al were talking about the case they were working on being linked to Sara's disappearance, but Grissom wouldn't consider it. Although he didn't want to believe it, he still pushed to find where she was. Tire tracks were lifted and put into the database. Warrick and Nick took the Drake case while Catherine and Grissom worked Sara's.
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Sara didn't know where she was. Everything was black and she could feel a blindfold over her eyes and she was standing in a familiar position. Suddenly the blindfold was removed and her eyes took a few minutes to adjust to the darkness. There was not light but the full moon outside the open doors. Sara looked around and squinted into the shadows to make out anything. She looked down and could just see her legs tied to a pipe and spread to about a metre width apart. Her arms were tied behind her back over a tall steal beam. Snapping her head back at the realisation of the familiarity.
"Your busy. Only finished with your first victim two days ago. Setting some sort of serial killer record?" Although she was shaking her voice was steady and firm. She looked in the direction of laughter.
"You're very good." The voice said. "It's a shame the crime lab is loosing a good CSI."
Sara creased her brow at his words. "You know who I am?"
"Of course."
"Who am I then?" She challenged.
"Miss Sara Sidle, CSI level 3 of the Las Vegas crime lab. I know quite a bit about you Sara."
"Did you know your last victim so well?" She strained a laugh.
"No. Just someone to practice on. Don't want to mess the real thing up do I, wouldn't get paid otherwise."
"Paid?" Sara asked. "What do you mean paid? Who's paid you to do this?"
The voice got closer. "No need to worry about that. The only thing your going to be saying very soon is 'please stop'." The voice laughed evilly.
"You don't have to do this. I'll pay double what you're being paid." Sara tired to reason.
"Well, you see. What ever you offer, I get triple my asking price. It's a good profit."
Sara didn't see it, but felt the fist connect with her ribs and heard a snap as she cried out in pain.
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Grissom paced the lab hallways and stopped in front of Greg's lab. Getting a shaking head from the lab tech, Grissom turned angrily and stalked towards his office. He slammed the door and slumped into his chair.
"You should go home Gil." Catherine said entering the room quietly.
Grissom laughed sarcastically. "Really? Well thank you Catherine, but I'm not leaving until she's found."
Catherine nodded and sat down. "So it's true, you are seeing Sara?"
"It's no ones business if it were Catherine." He seethed.
"I guess. I'm just saying you need to get some sleep and come back when your more refreshed." Grissom sighed and rubbed his face.
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The next shift was busy and Nick helped Grissom load his stuff into his Tahoe before Jo got home. After they finished getting the majority of things, they headed back to the lab. Grissom used Sara's car when she wasn't using it, to go out to crime scenes while she helped Al and David.
After Grissom came back from his crime scene, he was tired and grouchy. Nick and Greg saw his tiredness and informed everyone else. They all kept their distance. Sara did the same to give him some space and continued to assist Warrick and Nick on their case.
"Where's he staying anyway?" Warrick asked.
Nick looked up with a blank expression. "Al's I think." Sara ignored their talk and continued to work.
Hours later, the suspect was brought in and arrested. Sara made her way to the break room to grab a fizzy drink.
She past through the door and was pounced on. Grissom pulled her towards him as he leaned against the wall by the door. Sara landed against his chest and she supported herself grasping his sides. "I was wondering where you were." He whispered against her lips.
"Working, whe." She forgot what she was saying with his kiss and she sank further into him. "Mmm. What have you been doing?" She hummed apon breaking away and pushing her hands into his shirt to feel his skin.
Grissom's eyes closed as she continued to massage his sides. "Moping around." He moaned and leaned his head to hers. "Are you ready to go?" He asked wrapping his arms tighter around her body, pulling her warmth to him.
"Yes." She kissed him and stepped away. "Let's get you unpacked and I remember you telling me about breakfast."
Grissom took her hand and chuckled. "Omelettes and orange juice I think we decided."
"Sounds good to me." She entwined their fingers and left the lab together for the first time with the intention to go to one place and stay there.
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After placing the last book on the shelf, Sara looked at it to make sure it wasn't going to collapse. "We're going to need more bookshelves honey."
Grissom wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. "We might need to move to a bigger place Sara."
"We can talk about that later, feed me." She giggled as his hands pushed under her shirt and tickled her.
"Patience. Go sit down." He gave her one more kiss and pulled away to dish up breakfast. "Omelette madam and orange juice as requested." He sat down and they ate whilst talking about what to do with the rest of the day.
"I need to do some shopping, you up for that?" She saw his grimace at the word. "I know, I hate shopping too, but we need food and some other bits." She laughed as he mock moaned and dropped his fork on his empty plate.
"Do we have to?" He whined and leaned into her. "Lets go tomorrow." He kissed her shoulder and slipped his hand over her ass, under her shirt and up her back.
Sara grinned and collected up the dishes. "We need gas for the car and a new lock for the back door."
Narrowing his eyes at her, he turned and leaned back to look at the door. "Why's it need a new lock?"
"It broke. Stupid landlord thought it was cheaper to buy shoddy locks. No wonder he's broke." Sara washed the dishes while Grissom took a closer look at the door.
"Ok, we go shopping and fix this place before it falls apart." He turned when he felt her presence behind her. "I mean," He grinned and scooped her up into his arms. "We'll fix the door and get some sleep. How's that?" He kissed her nose and chuckled.
"Let's go before someone does decide to break in here." Grissom nodded and they left.
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Sara pushed the trolley down the tinned aisle and picked up several soups and sauces. "You know I'm not going to turn you into a veggie, so get up here and reach for the chicken soup. I can't reach it."
Grissom laughed and leaned over her as he grabbed a few cans. Apon dropping them into the trolley he kissed her. "You may convert me one day my dear."
"Yeah and in the mean time you cook the meat and leave the veggie food to me." Grissom held her around the waist as they continued down the aisle. "You want lasagne tonight?" She asked leaning into him.
"Meatless?" He pondered this a minute and nodded. "Ok, I'll try it." Sara smiled and as they turned to the frozen foods, she pulled away. "Sara?" Grissom asked looking down at her.
"I'm going to get some milk Griss." Grissom nodded and watched her walked away. He turned and noticed the reason for her retreat. Jo was leaning over one of the freezers. He thought she was working. Looking back at the cold milk products, he went to find Sara.
She was putting milk into the trolley. "She didn't see us Sara and it doesn't matter if she did." Sara looked up at him and he saw the frown. "Sara?" He took her hands from the trolley and pulled her into a warm embrace. "We're starting something new and I can't promise its not going to be easy, but I'm not giving you up."
"I know, it's just wired that's all." She said into his shoulder.
"We've got most of the things we came to get, lets get that lock and go home." Sara smiled and allowed him to push the trolley to the check out.
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After Grissom put the lock on the back door, he grabbed a shower and crawled into bed. He smiled as Sara snuggled closer to him and allowed him to hold her as she slept. His thoughts went back to his soon to be ex-wife. She hardly ever let him hold her in her sleep. She said she always felt suffocated. His arms pulled Sara to his chest and she sighed contentedly causing Grissom and shiver and joined her in sleep.
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Weeks later after Jo had received the divorce papers; Grissom still waited for her to sign them. Apparently his lawyer said she was refusing to sign them. Grissom decided to wait it out. There was nothing he could do to make her and she was obviously thinking that if she refused that he would come back, but this was the final straw and Grissom kept his distance. Sara and he had agreed to keep their relationship to themselves until they bother felt it was time to tell everyone.
Two months past and Grissom, Catherine and Sara were working a case involving a young female. She was found in an old barn in the farming end of the city. She was tied standing up against a steel pylon that was supporting the barns main beam. Her hands were tied behind her back around the thick upright beam and her legs were spread and feet tied to a horizontal pipe on the floor. Grissom and Catherine stared at the body for a long time while Sara took photos.
After collecting evidence and combing in and outside the barn, they headed back to the lab to await Al's findings. Al was wiping his hand across his forehead when All three entered the autopsy room. "Got anything Al?"
Al looked up at Grissom and sighed. "Too much Gil."
Grissom frowned and looked the body over. Sara looked through the report Al was still writing up. Catherine examined the wounds closer. "How did she die?"
Al tilted his head to one side and down at the body on the slab. He pointed the causes and injuries as he spoke. "Minor head injury; first wound and signs of healing. 5 broken ribs, 3 left side, 2 right. Bruising up her chest, abdomen and legs. Her facial bruising was healing until death. Her wrists are bruised and cut from the rope, the same with her legs."
Grissom checked the facial wounds and adjusted his glasses. "So the killer knocked her out and took her to the barn. Signs of healing means she was alive during the rest of her beatings. With the looks of several stages of healing on her other bruises, I'd say she was tortured for 3 days and killed on the 4th."
Al nodded. "I'm afraid that's my conclusion as well, but add sexual assault to that list Gil."
Grissom glanced at the legs and dropped his head. Sara and Catherine exchange worried glances. "You done the kit?"
"I sent it with the Greg, should be back soon."
"Thanks Al." Sara said and followed the others out.
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CHAPTER 10
Sara put the photos in order and took notes of possible actions during those 4 days. Grissom was reading the tox and sexual assault results, while Catherine tried to get an ID. "Negative on both accounts." He muttered removing his glasses and cleaning them on his shirtsleeve.
"Must have used a condom or had spadectomy." She said looking over his shoulder. "Can you help me with the photos, they don't make sense?" Grissom looked over his shoulder at her with a curious eyebrow raised. "What? I can't figure everything out you know?" She laughed and pulled him towards the photos she'd already sorted. "It shows that she was never removed from the beam. Urine present on the ground." Sara pointed to the photo, then picked one up and showed it to him. "This one is strange. This shows two footprints, but indistinguishable. There are definitely two different types as they're different sizes."
Grissom nodded. "Two killers maybe? One killer and an accomplice perhaps?"
Sara picked up another photo and pulled it closer to have a better look. "I still don't get the beat and rape. It was obvious she was raped more than once and never removed from the beam. The killer must be tall and strong." She mused tapping the photo on the table in thought.
"Let's see if Catherine got an ID."
"No need." Catherine said walking into the room with a printout. AFIS was co-operative tonight and gave us one Melanie Drake, 32, filed missing 5 days ago."
"5?" Grissom asked taking the printout from her. "That means she was left for dead on the 5th while the killers ran, but why?"
Sara sat down and leaned her elbows on the table. "Maybe we should go back to the scene."
Catherine nodded. "May help."
"Ok, lets go and then we'll contact the family." On everyone's agreement that filed out the room and back to the crime scene.
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Sara collapsed on the couch an hour after getting back from the crime scene. She was exhausted and needed an hours sleep before getting back to work. Catherine took a break and went to get coffee and some food. Grissom sat at the table in the break room looking through the file for the beating and rape case for the hundredth time and still didn't find anything new. He looked up and moved over to the couch where Sara was sleeping. He sat on the small table and pulled the blanket over her shoulder.
"It's nice to get out of the morgue once in a while." Al chimed walking towards the coffee pot and waving a file in the air. "Got something for you."
Grissom took the report and looked up at him. "Chloroform. That should have left some residue, but if she was drinking fluids and it was 5 days, so the after effect may have faded." He flipped through the next pages and narrowed his eyes. "I'll get this to Greg and see if I can find out where it came from."
Al smiled and sat down opposite Sara. "She's been tired an awful lot lately."
"She's been overdoing it again." Grissom chuckled and left the room.
"Amongst over things." Al mumbled with a smile into his coffee.
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As they waited for the Chloroform results, Sara went home to wash and change while Grissom and Catherine talked to the family of Melanie Drake. Sara was about to unlock her door when she felt something collide with her head twice and something over her mouth.
Grissom wondered into the lab two hours later and after 20 minutes he went in search of Sara, but couldn't find her. He tried her cell and pager, but got no response.
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Two days past and everyone at the lab was terrified for Sara. She had disappeared before she managed to put her keys into the door. Grissom and Catherine found a Chloroform rag under a bush by the door and Sara's cell and pager in the flowerbeds. Sara did manage to leave evidence of a struggle and drag marks across the lawn. This gave a starting point for a car and witnesses. Grissom and Al were talking about the case they were working on being linked to Sara's disappearance, but Grissom wouldn't consider it. Although he didn't want to believe it, he still pushed to find where she was. Tire tracks were lifted and put into the database. Warrick and Nick took the Drake case while Catherine and Grissom worked Sara's.
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Sara didn't know where she was. Everything was black and she could feel a blindfold over her eyes and she was standing in a familiar position. Suddenly the blindfold was removed and her eyes took a few minutes to adjust to the darkness. There was not light but the full moon outside the open doors. Sara looked around and squinted into the shadows to make out anything. She looked down and could just see her legs tied to a pipe and spread to about a metre width apart. Her arms were tied behind her back over a tall steal beam. Snapping her head back at the realisation of the familiarity.
"Your busy. Only finished with your first victim two days ago. Setting some sort of serial killer record?" Although she was shaking her voice was steady and firm. She looked in the direction of laughter.
"You're very good." The voice said. "It's a shame the crime lab is loosing a good CSI."
Sara creased her brow at his words. "You know who I am?"
"Of course."
"Who am I then?" She challenged.
"Miss Sara Sidle, CSI level 3 of the Las Vegas crime lab. I know quite a bit about you Sara."
"Did you know your last victim so well?" She strained a laugh.
"No. Just someone to practice on. Don't want to mess the real thing up do I, wouldn't get paid otherwise."
"Paid?" Sara asked. "What do you mean paid? Who's paid you to do this?"
The voice got closer. "No need to worry about that. The only thing your going to be saying very soon is 'please stop'." The voice laughed evilly.
"You don't have to do this. I'll pay double what you're being paid." Sara tired to reason.
"Well, you see. What ever you offer, I get triple my asking price. It's a good profit."
Sara didn't see it, but felt the fist connect with her ribs and heard a snap as she cried out in pain.
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Grissom paced the lab hallways and stopped in front of Greg's lab. Getting a shaking head from the lab tech, Grissom turned angrily and stalked towards his office. He slammed the door and slumped into his chair.
"You should go home Gil." Catherine said entering the room quietly.
Grissom laughed sarcastically. "Really? Well thank you Catherine, but I'm not leaving until she's found."
Catherine nodded and sat down. "So it's true, you are seeing Sara?"
"It's no ones business if it were Catherine." He seethed.
"I guess. I'm just saying you need to get some sleep and come back when your more refreshed." Grissom sighed and rubbed his face.
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