A/N: Thanks for the reviews. A Bloom: Sorry, not even close,
although not a bad idea. Actually, that was how the original plot was, but
Like I said in the notes for a previous chapter, I decided to try something
different, because all the stories I write are about abuse. Speaking of
which, my next story is going to be a Lindsey based fic. It takes place in
the future, when she's 17 or so. Is anyone interested???
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"Brown," Warrick answered his cell, sounding only slightly bored. Catherine and Nick stopped processing the scene and glanced at each other. Grissom was at his own scene, and didn't have a reason to call. Melody, Doc. Robbins, and Brass were the only other people who would have a reason to call.
"Where is Melody?" Nick asked Catherine.
"I don't know. She said she didn't feel well, so."
"And Grissom let her leave? I'll have to try that one more often!" he joked.
"If you want the time off, just have Sara work for you. Oh, did you two come in together today?"
"Yeah, my car broke down and so."
"That is the lamest excuse for spending the night at someone's house. And believe me, I have heard every excuse."
"Okay, Mel. I can't understand you. Stop crying," Warrick paused for a second, "Okay. What's wrong?" He paused. Nick and Catherine crowded around him to attempt to heat the rest of their conversation.
"The Starbucks at Fifth and Mead," Melody spoke slowly and tried to keep her voice calm.
"Okay, what happened?" Warrick asked.
"I was in a little car accident," Melody said.
"Are you okay?" he asked finally.
"Yeah. I'm fine, just a few cuts and contusions. Nothing serious."
"Okay, we'll be right there."
Melody sighed, "Bring Catherine. I, uh, I think there's something wrong with the brakes. The cops won't let me look. I don't have my I.D. and they don't believe I'm a CSI, and trained to look for this sort of thing." They heard her emphasize certain words and knew the cops couldn't be far away.
"Okay, we'll be there in ten. Keep an eye on your car."
"That won't be a problem, it's in here with me."
"In the Starbucks?" Nick and Catherine asked as he hung up the phone.
"Hey, guys. There's nothing upstairs," Sara said, coming down the stairs.
"We didn't find anything here, either," Catherine said as she packed up her stuff.
"No, I mean there's nothing upstairs. No furniture, clothes, toilet paper. Nothing. Where are you going?"
"Somewhere. You and Nick keep processing and we'll be back later." Catherine shot Nick and Warrick a 'keep your mouth shut' look.
"Okay. Wanna tell me what's going on?"
"We'll be back," Catherine repeated as she left followed by Warrick.
"Nick," Sara walked over to him, "That doesn't sound good."
"It'll be okay." He kissed the top of her head, "I'm going to check the attic. You get the basement."
Sara grinned, "You always have to be on top, don't you?"
"Yep. But maybe later we can switch."
"You mean it?"
"Have I ever lied to you?"
"No comment," Sara grabbed her kit and headed down stairs.
***At Starbucks***
"Hey! That hurt!" Warrick and Catherine hurried to the ambulance. Melody was sitting in the back, while a familiar EMT was bandaging her cuts.
"You okay?" Catherine asked setting down her kit.
"She'll be fine. "
"Stay out of this. I asked her," Catherine snapped, "Where's the car?" Melody pointed and Warrick hurried over to it.
"Okay. When you're done, we'll take you down to HQ and get your story. We'll call a tow truck and Warrick can inspect it there."
"No need to. The brake lines were cut. However, they were incised just enough that - he didn't cut all the way through. It didn't snap until you hit the brakes. Makes it a little harder to prove," he sighed, "Who would want to kill you?"
"Let's go back to HQ before we get her story." Catherine grabbed her kit and began making her way to the Tahoe.
"I think she should go to the hospital. Just to make sure everything's okay."
"No one asked you, Hank," Warrick pointed out before following Catherine.
"Wait. Hank? Sara's Hank? Son of a bi-"
"Melody?"
"Coming," Melody hopped out of the ambulance and followed Warrick and Catherine to the car.
"Brown," Warrick answered his cell, sounding only slightly bored. Catherine and Nick stopped processing the scene and glanced at each other. Grissom was at his own scene, and didn't have a reason to call. Melody, Doc. Robbins, and Brass were the only other people who would have a reason to call.
"Where is Melody?" Nick asked Catherine.
"I don't know. She said she didn't feel well, so."
"And Grissom let her leave? I'll have to try that one more often!" he joked.
"If you want the time off, just have Sara work for you. Oh, did you two come in together today?"
"Yeah, my car broke down and so."
"That is the lamest excuse for spending the night at someone's house. And believe me, I have heard every excuse."
"Okay, Mel. I can't understand you. Stop crying," Warrick paused for a second, "Okay. What's wrong?" He paused. Nick and Catherine crowded around him to attempt to heat the rest of their conversation.
"The Starbucks at Fifth and Mead," Melody spoke slowly and tried to keep her voice calm.
"Okay, what happened?" Warrick asked.
"I was in a little car accident," Melody said.
"Are you okay?" he asked finally.
"Yeah. I'm fine, just a few cuts and contusions. Nothing serious."
"Okay, we'll be right there."
Melody sighed, "Bring Catherine. I, uh, I think there's something wrong with the brakes. The cops won't let me look. I don't have my I.D. and they don't believe I'm a CSI, and trained to look for this sort of thing." They heard her emphasize certain words and knew the cops couldn't be far away.
"Okay, we'll be there in ten. Keep an eye on your car."
"That won't be a problem, it's in here with me."
"In the Starbucks?" Nick and Catherine asked as he hung up the phone.
"Hey, guys. There's nothing upstairs," Sara said, coming down the stairs.
"We didn't find anything here, either," Catherine said as she packed up her stuff.
"No, I mean there's nothing upstairs. No furniture, clothes, toilet paper. Nothing. Where are you going?"
"Somewhere. You and Nick keep processing and we'll be back later." Catherine shot Nick and Warrick a 'keep your mouth shut' look.
"Okay. Wanna tell me what's going on?"
"We'll be back," Catherine repeated as she left followed by Warrick.
"Nick," Sara walked over to him, "That doesn't sound good."
"It'll be okay." He kissed the top of her head, "I'm going to check the attic. You get the basement."
Sara grinned, "You always have to be on top, don't you?"
"Yep. But maybe later we can switch."
"You mean it?"
"Have I ever lied to you?"
"No comment," Sara grabbed her kit and headed down stairs.
***At Starbucks***
"Hey! That hurt!" Warrick and Catherine hurried to the ambulance. Melody was sitting in the back, while a familiar EMT was bandaging her cuts.
"You okay?" Catherine asked setting down her kit.
"She'll be fine. "
"Stay out of this. I asked her," Catherine snapped, "Where's the car?" Melody pointed and Warrick hurried over to it.
"Okay. When you're done, we'll take you down to HQ and get your story. We'll call a tow truck and Warrick can inspect it there."
"No need to. The brake lines were cut. However, they were incised just enough that - he didn't cut all the way through. It didn't snap until you hit the brakes. Makes it a little harder to prove," he sighed, "Who would want to kill you?"
"Let's go back to HQ before we get her story." Catherine grabbed her kit and began making her way to the Tahoe.
"I think she should go to the hospital. Just to make sure everything's okay."
"No one asked you, Hank," Warrick pointed out before following Catherine.
"Wait. Hank? Sara's Hank? Son of a bi-"
"Melody?"
"Coming," Melody hopped out of the ambulance and followed Warrick and Catherine to the car.