Invisible Assailant
By: Allison
A/N: Short chapter, but the next one will be longer, I promise. It would have been out a week ago, but computer problems prevented that. Hope you like it.
Chapter 12: New Leafs, New Hope, and Impossible Situations
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It was a good half an hour before Grissom spotted the tow truck in the hospital parking lot. Following closely behind it was a black, CSI issue Tahoe, and as it pulled up, Gris spotted Warrick in the drivers' seat.
'Damn him.' He thought, getting up to wave the tow truck onward. 'I thought I told him to stay put.' He was already down two team members at the moment. Another CSI missing, or in the hospital was the last thing that he needed right now.
"Hey Gris! Any updates yet?" The younger man asked; climbing out of the Tahoe and slamming the door shut behind him.
"She's in surgery, that's all I know. I though my message said for you to stay put, or are you turning over a new leaf -one that includes disregarding your supervisors' orders?" Gil folded his arms across his chest; blue eyes casting a stern look in Warricks' direction.
"You're here. Nick's in the field with Sara and Brass, gimme a damn break Gris, I was tired of being left out of the loop. Cath's my co-worker, my friend too, I deserve a shot at helping find out who did this to her."
"Damnit," Gil muttered to himself as Warrick continued to ramble. He hadn't told Warrick about Sara yet. Of course he wouldn't have thought anything of coming to the hospital to help with Eddie's car -in his eyes, it was perfectly safe. There wasn't any reason for Warrick to be alarmed. "Damnit!" he repeated, this time louder -stuffing his hands into his pocket and stalking off to check on Eddie's sports car.
"Gris? Grissom? Are you okay?" Warrick followed him, confused by his supervisor's behavior.
Gil turned around to face Warrick, fists balling in his pockets.
"I'm...fine. Just fine."
"You don't look fine. If this is about Cath...she's a fighter, she'll be okay. You know that."
"I know Warrick, I'm fine. Just promise me, next time you'll sit tight when I tell you too."
"Okay, but you're not making any sense. What's going on that you don't want to tell me about? Whatever it is, I have a right to know."
Grissom paused a moment. He knew he had to tell him. Warrick had a point; he did have the right to know what was going on. "It's Sara."
"Sara?"
"Our kidnapper, he's got Sara."
"What?" Warrick stumbled; bracing himself against the Tahoe, shock in his eyes.
"Nick and Sara, they went to Catherine's house to check for evidence...the scene wasn't clear, someone forgot to check...he's got her." The words tumbled out Grissom's mouth, in an almost incomprehensible fashion. Never in his life has he felt this tongue tied -never was he ever at a loss for words. But somehow words just didn't seem like they were enough anymore.
~*~*~*~
When Sara awoke next, it was to pain. Large intense waves of pain, radiating from her side. She tried to sit up, and found that she was unable too. Using her fingers, she probed her right side and felt the familiar sticky presence of blood. 'Fuck.' Sara thought to herself. What was she going to do now? She knew her kidnapper wouldn't hesitate to kill her, she figured that was his plan all along...she just didn't know why.
But she knew she needed to figure it out. And fast. Or she and Catherine were both toast.
Catherine.
What the hell had happened to her? He'd raped her; that Sara knew for sure. Well if what the kidnapper had told her was the truth, and she was almost certain that it was. It was only a matter of time until she found that out.
Sara looked over at him, and then she notice that the van had stopped moving. Hs eyes were completely focused on the task at hand-bandaging up his wounded leg. On the seat next him was his gun, gleaming in the moonlight, hers lying right next to it.
'If I could just move,' she mused 'then I could make a break for the door.'
But that wasn't happening anytime soon.
~*~*~*~
"Grissom!"
Grissom swiveled around abruptly and saw Eddie crossing the parking lot, headed in his direction. The man was wild eyed, and looked a little winded as he approached the pair of CSI's.
"What did you do, man, run a marathon?" Warrick asked eyeing him up and down.
"Just around the hospital," he replied, stopping in front of them and stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.
"I take it you have news?" Grissom perked up at this notion, his now tired shoulders straightening up a bit, the sleepy eyed look in his eyes traded for curiosity.
"Catherine-she's awake. She was asking for you...they moved her into a private room. Kept mumbling on about preserving evidence, and needing to see you..."
Gil cursed himself for not being there when she woke up. Grabbing the evidence he'd collected, he placed it in the back seat of Warrick's Tahoe and shut the door. As much as he knew Warrick wanted to be in the loop, he'd have to wait a little longer for it. Catherine needed him here, so here he would remain.
"Warrick I need you to take those samples back to the lab for me," Gil told him flatly before turning his attention back towards Eddie. "Ed, what room is she in?"
"Hey...wait a sec...Grissom-"
"What, Warrick?"
"I'm sick of this."
"Of what?" Grissom wasn't quite sure what Warrick was getting at.
"You're leaving me out of the loop again."
"It's important that someone take what we collected back to Greg, I'm not leaving you out of the loop," Grissom eyed him incredulously, "why is being here so important to you, Warrick?"
"You just said we should stick together, didn't you? Safety in numbers, right?" Warrick hesitated. "I just want to see her, Gris. She's my friend, I want to make sure she's okay."
Grissom smiled. "Come on then, I'm sure she'll be happy to see you. And bring those evidence bags with you; we'll take them back once we're done."
TBC.
By: Allison
A/N: Short chapter, but the next one will be longer, I promise. It would have been out a week ago, but computer problems prevented that. Hope you like it.
Chapter 12: New Leafs, New Hope, and Impossible Situations
+++++
It was a good half an hour before Grissom spotted the tow truck in the hospital parking lot. Following closely behind it was a black, CSI issue Tahoe, and as it pulled up, Gris spotted Warrick in the drivers' seat.
'Damn him.' He thought, getting up to wave the tow truck onward. 'I thought I told him to stay put.' He was already down two team members at the moment. Another CSI missing, or in the hospital was the last thing that he needed right now.
"Hey Gris! Any updates yet?" The younger man asked; climbing out of the Tahoe and slamming the door shut behind him.
"She's in surgery, that's all I know. I though my message said for you to stay put, or are you turning over a new leaf -one that includes disregarding your supervisors' orders?" Gil folded his arms across his chest; blue eyes casting a stern look in Warricks' direction.
"You're here. Nick's in the field with Sara and Brass, gimme a damn break Gris, I was tired of being left out of the loop. Cath's my co-worker, my friend too, I deserve a shot at helping find out who did this to her."
"Damnit," Gil muttered to himself as Warrick continued to ramble. He hadn't told Warrick about Sara yet. Of course he wouldn't have thought anything of coming to the hospital to help with Eddie's car -in his eyes, it was perfectly safe. There wasn't any reason for Warrick to be alarmed. "Damnit!" he repeated, this time louder -stuffing his hands into his pocket and stalking off to check on Eddie's sports car.
"Gris? Grissom? Are you okay?" Warrick followed him, confused by his supervisor's behavior.
Gil turned around to face Warrick, fists balling in his pockets.
"I'm...fine. Just fine."
"You don't look fine. If this is about Cath...she's a fighter, she'll be okay. You know that."
"I know Warrick, I'm fine. Just promise me, next time you'll sit tight when I tell you too."
"Okay, but you're not making any sense. What's going on that you don't want to tell me about? Whatever it is, I have a right to know."
Grissom paused a moment. He knew he had to tell him. Warrick had a point; he did have the right to know what was going on. "It's Sara."
"Sara?"
"Our kidnapper, he's got Sara."
"What?" Warrick stumbled; bracing himself against the Tahoe, shock in his eyes.
"Nick and Sara, they went to Catherine's house to check for evidence...the scene wasn't clear, someone forgot to check...he's got her." The words tumbled out Grissom's mouth, in an almost incomprehensible fashion. Never in his life has he felt this tongue tied -never was he ever at a loss for words. But somehow words just didn't seem like they were enough anymore.
~*~*~*~
When Sara awoke next, it was to pain. Large intense waves of pain, radiating from her side. She tried to sit up, and found that she was unable too. Using her fingers, she probed her right side and felt the familiar sticky presence of blood. 'Fuck.' Sara thought to herself. What was she going to do now? She knew her kidnapper wouldn't hesitate to kill her, she figured that was his plan all along...she just didn't know why.
But she knew she needed to figure it out. And fast. Or she and Catherine were both toast.
Catherine.
What the hell had happened to her? He'd raped her; that Sara knew for sure. Well if what the kidnapper had told her was the truth, and she was almost certain that it was. It was only a matter of time until she found that out.
Sara looked over at him, and then she notice that the van had stopped moving. Hs eyes were completely focused on the task at hand-bandaging up his wounded leg. On the seat next him was his gun, gleaming in the moonlight, hers lying right next to it.
'If I could just move,' she mused 'then I could make a break for the door.'
But that wasn't happening anytime soon.
~*~*~*~
"Grissom!"
Grissom swiveled around abruptly and saw Eddie crossing the parking lot, headed in his direction. The man was wild eyed, and looked a little winded as he approached the pair of CSI's.
"What did you do, man, run a marathon?" Warrick asked eyeing him up and down.
"Just around the hospital," he replied, stopping in front of them and stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.
"I take it you have news?" Grissom perked up at this notion, his now tired shoulders straightening up a bit, the sleepy eyed look in his eyes traded for curiosity.
"Catherine-she's awake. She was asking for you...they moved her into a private room. Kept mumbling on about preserving evidence, and needing to see you..."
Gil cursed himself for not being there when she woke up. Grabbing the evidence he'd collected, he placed it in the back seat of Warrick's Tahoe and shut the door. As much as he knew Warrick wanted to be in the loop, he'd have to wait a little longer for it. Catherine needed him here, so here he would remain.
"Warrick I need you to take those samples back to the lab for me," Gil told him flatly before turning his attention back towards Eddie. "Ed, what room is she in?"
"Hey...wait a sec...Grissom-"
"What, Warrick?"
"I'm sick of this."
"Of what?" Grissom wasn't quite sure what Warrick was getting at.
"You're leaving me out of the loop again."
"It's important that someone take what we collected back to Greg, I'm not leaving you out of the loop," Grissom eyed him incredulously, "why is being here so important to you, Warrick?"
"You just said we should stick together, didn't you? Safety in numbers, right?" Warrick hesitated. "I just want to see her, Gris. She's my friend, I want to make sure she's okay."
Grissom smiled. "Come on then, I'm sure she'll be happy to see you. And bring those evidence bags with you; we'll take them back once we're done."
TBC.