Ok well, I'm writing this in the dark of night 'cause my parents are all
over me with midterms coming up, so I am trying to get this out before it
becomes unbearable.
So I am glad for all the great reviews but I am a little confused with some. The summary says N/S, so why are people flaming that it's not G/S? IF YOU DON"T LIKE N/S, THEN DON"T READ IT!!! Don't flame at me when I tell you in the summary that it's Nick/Sara. It's not rocket science people!!
Thank you to all of the dedicated N/S shippers who review for me! Keep reading mine, and I'll read yours!
Please r/r!!
Disclaimer: The character's from the show known, as CSI and all related items are not mine. They belong to CBS, Jerry, Atlantis..yada, yada, yada. There is also no money being made from this, but if the guys from CBS every read this and like it and want to turn it into an episode, or CSI movie, by all means, take it!
Oh, and I don't own Ziploc either.
Now that I have that out of the way, we left Nick and the rest mourning over Sara's death, but Sara isn't dead, do they find her?
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Chapter 3: The Truth
*About a Month Later*
Sara sat on the hay bed in the corner of her prison. She leaned up against the cold rock wall behind her.
The rusted metal from the cuffs around her wrists, rubbed her skin raw. She remembered when he came down and found her trying to take the ropes, which had originally been there, off. That's when he forced her into the chains.
Sara looked over at the one light source in the room. It was a small window in the bathroom across from where she sat. The sky had turned an orange color, as the sun was about to set on another long day of imprisonment.
Tears once again flowed to Sara's eyes as she thought about Nick. The ring, that had represented their soon-to-be-marriage, was now tarnishing on her finger from her constant touch.
She didn't no how much longer she could last without him and wondered why no one had found her yet.
Sara lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. She tried to remember the last time they were together. She sobbed softly into the hay.
Then, Sara heard a creak come from the top of the stairs. He was coming again for the third time that day, just like every other day for the past month. She wiped away her tears.
Sara still didn't know who her capture was.
She watched as he made his way down the stairs. As soon as he reached the bottom, he walked towards her. He stopped in front of her and threw her a paper bag.
She, of course, knew what it was. Sara sat up and opened the bag and found like all the other times, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a bottle of water on the side.
He sat on the floor in front of her watching as she started eating, like he did every other time.
Sara took her time eating the food that he had given her.
When he had first come down to give her the sandwich and water, she didn't eat it out of fear that he had drugged it or poisoned it or something. When he told her he wouldn't leave until she ate, Sara had finally given in.
Since then, everyday, three times a day, he came down and gave her the same thing in the same way.
He waited until she had finished and took the bag and bottle and went back upstairs.
'After I get out of here, I am never eating PB&J again!' Sara vowed to herself.
The chains around her ankles rattled as she got up and walked over to the bathroom window. Sara looked out the window and saw the sand blowing around in the light of the setting sun.
"I miss and love you Nick. Please help me."
Sara sighed as she turned around and headed back to the hay.
She lay down once again. Sara looked up at the ceiling thinking about nothing in particular.
Suddenly her stomach felt like it had been ripped from her body. Sara yelled out in pain.
'He did it! He finally did it! He poisoned me!'
She cried out again.
The pain grew so great that it caused Sara to lose consciousness.
The room grew silent. Sara stopped moving around as she was now in a very deep sleep.
* * *
He had been listening from upstairs. When he heard her screams stop, that's when he knew it had worked. He grabbed three Ziploc bags, a jar, and a kitchen knife before heading downstairs.
It was time to play with their minds.
It was time to make her pay.
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*Few Days Later*
It was 6 in the morning by the time Nick had left CSI. He had been working on a case and was prepared for more overtime, until he had walked into Grissom's office and caught him kissing Catherine.
Then he couldn't handle it anymore. He walked out and closed the door as quiet as possible.
Nick left work after that. It had been a little over a month since it happened, and it was still hard to see people being affectionate towards each other without thinking of Sara.
His heart felt like it wasn't there anymore. Everything he came in contact with started suffering, his work, his friends, anything around him could feel his pain. Nick hadn't smiled since.
He got in his car and started driving. Some how, Nick ended up at the one spot he had dreaded visiting. It was the same spot Sara and he used to come to watch the sunrise in the morning.
Nick got out of his car and watched the sun reach out over the horizon of the desert. For the first time since it happened. It didn't seem the same without her.
The little hope that he had held in his heart was slowly slipping away.
He waited a few more minutes as the sunshine reached over the edge. Nick got back in his car and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he had fallen asleep.
* * * *
*A Couple Hours Later*
Nick jerked awake. He looked and saw that he was still in the same place, yet the sun was far overhead.
He shook the sleepiness from his eyes and started the car. He made his way home in record time. On his way up to his apartment he grabbed his mail from the mailbox. He received a few bills, junk mail, and a small package. He looked at it. It had no return address.
He tucked the mail under his arm as he walked up the two flights of stairs to his apartment. Nick unlocked his door and pushed through. He put his things on the counter and went over to his answering machine.
It had become a habit to check his messages as soon as he walked through the door.
He saw that he had only one message. Nick hit the play button.
Nick froze when he heard the voice come out of the black box.
"Hey Nick, It's Grissom. I tried you on your cell but you didn't answer. I need you to call me as soon as you get this message. I really need to talk to you. Call me on my cell."
The machine stopped and rewound. Nick stood there for a minute. Last time Grissom had called him a month ago, it was a life stopping moment, and this message didn't sound to cheerful.
'Calm down Nick." He told himself. "It's probably something about the case, or something else.'
His fingers trembled as he dialed Grissom's number.
He heard the ring tone.
"Grissom."
"Hey, it's me."
"Nick?"
"Yea."
"Where have you been?"
"I just got home. I was out driving around and went..somewhere. I fell asleep in the car."
"Did you get your mail yet?"
"Yea, why?"
"Did you get a small package?"
"Uh huh, why?"
"I'm guessing you didn't open it."
"Grissom, what's this about?"
"I need you to put on some gloves and bring the package to the lab. Don't open it! I will explain everything when you get her ok?"
"Grissom what's going-"
"Just do it, ok?"
"Alright, whatever, I'll see you in ten. Bye"
* * * *
Grissom hung up his cell and looked over at Catherine.
"Why didn't you tell him?"
"I didn't think he needed to know yet."
"I have no idea how this is going to affect him. When I opened it, my stomach jumped into my throat. So do we really know it's a match?"
"Yea, for Warrick and I too. I don't even know what Nick got. I hope it's better than yours."
Catherine walked over to Grissom and placed her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her.
"Grissom, I don't know what to think. Part of me is happy, but part of me is terrified. I can only worry more for Nick at this point. I don't want to go through anything like it again."
Grissom kissed her on the forehead. She looked up at him.
"Cath, I don't want to either, but if we have to, we will together. Let's just think of trying to do our best, and not of what we may find."
She nodded her head and clung even more tightly to him.
He stood there comforting her for a few minutes.
Her tears stained his shirt.
There was a soft knock on the door.
Catherine wiped her eyes pulled out of Grissom's arms.
"Come in."
The door slowly opened to show a forlorn Warrick.
"Greg found epithelials on the strings around the packages. He is running them through CODIS."
"Thanks for letting us know. Hopefully we'll get something."
"I'm going to the break room for coffee. Do you want me to bring you any?"
"Yes. Thank you."
"Catherine?"
She nodded in response.
Warrick slowly backed out of the room and shut the door.
Grissom turned back to Catherine. He pulled her into a hug.
"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."
"I know I shouldn't, but when I thought we lost her, it felt like I had lost Lindsey, that I lost a daughter. I felt that I should have tried harder to protect her and that I wished I had a better relationship with her."
"I think all of us felt that way, Cath, but you can't beat yourself up over it. At least not right now when we are going to need you the most."
She nodded in reply.
Another knock came from the door.
They pulled apart once again.
"Come in."
The door opened.
"Ok Grissom what's this about? I want to know." Nick held the package in his gloved hands.
"Calm down, alright, I do owe you an explanation. Let's go to layout room two."
The three of them walked out of the room and down the hall to the layout room.
Nick walked in and saw things scattered over the lighted table. Three brown boxes laid out opened. They seemed exactly like the one he had received.
He looked closely at the contents that lay before him.
He saw two bags, one filled with brown hair, the other filled with it looked like nail clippings.
Then he saw a sealed jar with what seemed to be a pint of blood inside.
He also saw laid out beside the boxes, three papers. Two had the letter "a" on them, and the other had a letter "r" on it.
"Grissom I don't understand."
"You will soon. I need you to very carefully open what you have in your hand."
Nick looked at Grissom and Catherine. They were grasping each other's hand, looking at his every move wide-eyed, holding their breath.
Nick tried to prepare himself for whatever was in the box, but it was hard to do since he wasn't sure what to expect.
He slowly undid the twine wrapped around the box.
Grissom held out an evidence bag and Nick slowly slipped the snake-like rope into it.
He gently folded back the brown paper. Behind it was a colorless box.
Nick tore off the tape from the top two flaps. Inside, there was an envelope and a Ziploc baggie.
He picked up both items and winced when he saw the contents of the baggie.
Catherine shrieked in shock and Grissom gritted his teeth.
Nick held in his hand a small circular piece of human flesh.
(A/N: Got this idea from the author, Evidence, and the story Day by Day.)
"What's going on Grissom?"
"Uh Nick, open the envelope and I'm sure it will help you figure out what's happening."
He gave Grissom a questioning look. He set the bag down on the lit table and started to open the envelope.
Out fell a small square of paper.
" 'S'?" Nick looked over to the other pieces.
The realization hit him.
"Sara?"
Catherine and Grissom nodded at him.
He looked over once again at the bag.
"Is that..?" Nick got a sickening feeling in his stomach. He fought back tears.
"We won't know exactly until we test it,
But it doesn't look good."
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*Back in the Middle of Nowhere*
Sara's eyes fluttered open. Pain ran through her body. She looked around.
The room was dark. She moved to get up but a sharp pain surged from her side. Sara reached down and found a large circular wound on her side. Blood ran down her skin and had stained her shirt.
'Shit,' she thought as she ran her fingers through her hair only to find it was now an inch shorter on one side.
'This isn't good.'
Sara rubbed her eyes. She felt her nails scratch against her skin. She looked at her fingers and saw that someone had cut them oddly.
'This is not happening'
Sara's body ached incredibly.
She had been this maniac's captive for over a month.
It was so much pain.
Too much pain
Sara thought to herself, how she might never see her life again, her friends, family, and Nick.
She couldn't take it anymore. Sara laid down and waited
She waited for darkness.
She waited for obscurity.
She waited for death..
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Whew! This chapter took me a long time. Spending all those nights hidden in the corner with the laptop hoping my parents didn't find me. (I still have midterms) Pray I don't get caught!!
Hope you enjoyed this. Sorry to all those who have been waiting.
Please r/r!
Go Eagles!!!
~Jax
So I am glad for all the great reviews but I am a little confused with some. The summary says N/S, so why are people flaming that it's not G/S? IF YOU DON"T LIKE N/S, THEN DON"T READ IT!!! Don't flame at me when I tell you in the summary that it's Nick/Sara. It's not rocket science people!!
Thank you to all of the dedicated N/S shippers who review for me! Keep reading mine, and I'll read yours!
Please r/r!!
Disclaimer: The character's from the show known, as CSI and all related items are not mine. They belong to CBS, Jerry, Atlantis..yada, yada, yada. There is also no money being made from this, but if the guys from CBS every read this and like it and want to turn it into an episode, or CSI movie, by all means, take it!
Oh, and I don't own Ziploc either.
Now that I have that out of the way, we left Nick and the rest mourning over Sara's death, but Sara isn't dead, do they find her?
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Chapter 3: The Truth
*About a Month Later*
Sara sat on the hay bed in the corner of her prison. She leaned up against the cold rock wall behind her.
The rusted metal from the cuffs around her wrists, rubbed her skin raw. She remembered when he came down and found her trying to take the ropes, which had originally been there, off. That's when he forced her into the chains.
Sara looked over at the one light source in the room. It was a small window in the bathroom across from where she sat. The sky had turned an orange color, as the sun was about to set on another long day of imprisonment.
Tears once again flowed to Sara's eyes as she thought about Nick. The ring, that had represented their soon-to-be-marriage, was now tarnishing on her finger from her constant touch.
She didn't no how much longer she could last without him and wondered why no one had found her yet.
Sara lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. She tried to remember the last time they were together. She sobbed softly into the hay.
Then, Sara heard a creak come from the top of the stairs. He was coming again for the third time that day, just like every other day for the past month. She wiped away her tears.
Sara still didn't know who her capture was.
She watched as he made his way down the stairs. As soon as he reached the bottom, he walked towards her. He stopped in front of her and threw her a paper bag.
She, of course, knew what it was. Sara sat up and opened the bag and found like all the other times, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a bottle of water on the side.
He sat on the floor in front of her watching as she started eating, like he did every other time.
Sara took her time eating the food that he had given her.
When he had first come down to give her the sandwich and water, she didn't eat it out of fear that he had drugged it or poisoned it or something. When he told her he wouldn't leave until she ate, Sara had finally given in.
Since then, everyday, three times a day, he came down and gave her the same thing in the same way.
He waited until she had finished and took the bag and bottle and went back upstairs.
'After I get out of here, I am never eating PB&J again!' Sara vowed to herself.
The chains around her ankles rattled as she got up and walked over to the bathroom window. Sara looked out the window and saw the sand blowing around in the light of the setting sun.
"I miss and love you Nick. Please help me."
Sara sighed as she turned around and headed back to the hay.
She lay down once again. Sara looked up at the ceiling thinking about nothing in particular.
Suddenly her stomach felt like it had been ripped from her body. Sara yelled out in pain.
'He did it! He finally did it! He poisoned me!'
She cried out again.
The pain grew so great that it caused Sara to lose consciousness.
The room grew silent. Sara stopped moving around as she was now in a very deep sleep.
* * *
He had been listening from upstairs. When he heard her screams stop, that's when he knew it had worked. He grabbed three Ziploc bags, a jar, and a kitchen knife before heading downstairs.
It was time to play with their minds.
It was time to make her pay.
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*Few Days Later*
It was 6 in the morning by the time Nick had left CSI. He had been working on a case and was prepared for more overtime, until he had walked into Grissom's office and caught him kissing Catherine.
Then he couldn't handle it anymore. He walked out and closed the door as quiet as possible.
Nick left work after that. It had been a little over a month since it happened, and it was still hard to see people being affectionate towards each other without thinking of Sara.
His heart felt like it wasn't there anymore. Everything he came in contact with started suffering, his work, his friends, anything around him could feel his pain. Nick hadn't smiled since.
He got in his car and started driving. Some how, Nick ended up at the one spot he had dreaded visiting. It was the same spot Sara and he used to come to watch the sunrise in the morning.
Nick got out of his car and watched the sun reach out over the horizon of the desert. For the first time since it happened. It didn't seem the same without her.
The little hope that he had held in his heart was slowly slipping away.
He waited a few more minutes as the sunshine reached over the edge. Nick got back in his car and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he had fallen asleep.
* * * *
*A Couple Hours Later*
Nick jerked awake. He looked and saw that he was still in the same place, yet the sun was far overhead.
He shook the sleepiness from his eyes and started the car. He made his way home in record time. On his way up to his apartment he grabbed his mail from the mailbox. He received a few bills, junk mail, and a small package. He looked at it. It had no return address.
He tucked the mail under his arm as he walked up the two flights of stairs to his apartment. Nick unlocked his door and pushed through. He put his things on the counter and went over to his answering machine.
It had become a habit to check his messages as soon as he walked through the door.
He saw that he had only one message. Nick hit the play button.
Nick froze when he heard the voice come out of the black box.
"Hey Nick, It's Grissom. I tried you on your cell but you didn't answer. I need you to call me as soon as you get this message. I really need to talk to you. Call me on my cell."
The machine stopped and rewound. Nick stood there for a minute. Last time Grissom had called him a month ago, it was a life stopping moment, and this message didn't sound to cheerful.
'Calm down Nick." He told himself. "It's probably something about the case, or something else.'
His fingers trembled as he dialed Grissom's number.
He heard the ring tone.
"Grissom."
"Hey, it's me."
"Nick?"
"Yea."
"Where have you been?"
"I just got home. I was out driving around and went..somewhere. I fell asleep in the car."
"Did you get your mail yet?"
"Yea, why?"
"Did you get a small package?"
"Uh huh, why?"
"I'm guessing you didn't open it."
"Grissom, what's this about?"
"I need you to put on some gloves and bring the package to the lab. Don't open it! I will explain everything when you get her ok?"
"Grissom what's going-"
"Just do it, ok?"
"Alright, whatever, I'll see you in ten. Bye"
* * * *
Grissom hung up his cell and looked over at Catherine.
"Why didn't you tell him?"
"I didn't think he needed to know yet."
"I have no idea how this is going to affect him. When I opened it, my stomach jumped into my throat. So do we really know it's a match?"
"Yea, for Warrick and I too. I don't even know what Nick got. I hope it's better than yours."
Catherine walked over to Grissom and placed her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her.
"Grissom, I don't know what to think. Part of me is happy, but part of me is terrified. I can only worry more for Nick at this point. I don't want to go through anything like it again."
Grissom kissed her on the forehead. She looked up at him.
"Cath, I don't want to either, but if we have to, we will together. Let's just think of trying to do our best, and not of what we may find."
She nodded her head and clung even more tightly to him.
He stood there comforting her for a few minutes.
Her tears stained his shirt.
There was a soft knock on the door.
Catherine wiped her eyes pulled out of Grissom's arms.
"Come in."
The door slowly opened to show a forlorn Warrick.
"Greg found epithelials on the strings around the packages. He is running them through CODIS."
"Thanks for letting us know. Hopefully we'll get something."
"I'm going to the break room for coffee. Do you want me to bring you any?"
"Yes. Thank you."
"Catherine?"
She nodded in response.
Warrick slowly backed out of the room and shut the door.
Grissom turned back to Catherine. He pulled her into a hug.
"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."
"I know I shouldn't, but when I thought we lost her, it felt like I had lost Lindsey, that I lost a daughter. I felt that I should have tried harder to protect her and that I wished I had a better relationship with her."
"I think all of us felt that way, Cath, but you can't beat yourself up over it. At least not right now when we are going to need you the most."
She nodded in reply.
Another knock came from the door.
They pulled apart once again.
"Come in."
The door opened.
"Ok Grissom what's this about? I want to know." Nick held the package in his gloved hands.
"Calm down, alright, I do owe you an explanation. Let's go to layout room two."
The three of them walked out of the room and down the hall to the layout room.
Nick walked in and saw things scattered over the lighted table. Three brown boxes laid out opened. They seemed exactly like the one he had received.
He looked closely at the contents that lay before him.
He saw two bags, one filled with brown hair, the other filled with it looked like nail clippings.
Then he saw a sealed jar with what seemed to be a pint of blood inside.
He also saw laid out beside the boxes, three papers. Two had the letter "a" on them, and the other had a letter "r" on it.
"Grissom I don't understand."
"You will soon. I need you to very carefully open what you have in your hand."
Nick looked at Grissom and Catherine. They were grasping each other's hand, looking at his every move wide-eyed, holding their breath.
Nick tried to prepare himself for whatever was in the box, but it was hard to do since he wasn't sure what to expect.
He slowly undid the twine wrapped around the box.
Grissom held out an evidence bag and Nick slowly slipped the snake-like rope into it.
He gently folded back the brown paper. Behind it was a colorless box.
Nick tore off the tape from the top two flaps. Inside, there was an envelope and a Ziploc baggie.
He picked up both items and winced when he saw the contents of the baggie.
Catherine shrieked in shock and Grissom gritted his teeth.
Nick held in his hand a small circular piece of human flesh.
(A/N: Got this idea from the author, Evidence, and the story Day by Day.)
"What's going on Grissom?"
"Uh Nick, open the envelope and I'm sure it will help you figure out what's happening."
He gave Grissom a questioning look. He set the bag down on the lit table and started to open the envelope.
Out fell a small square of paper.
" 'S'?" Nick looked over to the other pieces.
The realization hit him.
"Sara?"
Catherine and Grissom nodded at him.
He looked over once again at the bag.
"Is that..?" Nick got a sickening feeling in his stomach. He fought back tears.
"We won't know exactly until we test it,
But it doesn't look good."
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*Back in the Middle of Nowhere*
Sara's eyes fluttered open. Pain ran through her body. She looked around.
The room was dark. She moved to get up but a sharp pain surged from her side. Sara reached down and found a large circular wound on her side. Blood ran down her skin and had stained her shirt.
'Shit,' she thought as she ran her fingers through her hair only to find it was now an inch shorter on one side.
'This isn't good.'
Sara rubbed her eyes. She felt her nails scratch against her skin. She looked at her fingers and saw that someone had cut them oddly.
'This is not happening'
Sara's body ached incredibly.
She had been this maniac's captive for over a month.
It was so much pain.
Too much pain
Sara thought to herself, how she might never see her life again, her friends, family, and Nick.
She couldn't take it anymore. Sara laid down and waited
She waited for darkness.
She waited for obscurity.
She waited for death..
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Whew! This chapter took me a long time. Spending all those nights hidden in the corner with the laptop hoping my parents didn't find me. (I still have midterms) Pray I don't get caught!!
Hope you enjoyed this. Sorry to all those who have been waiting.
Please r/r!
Go Eagles!!!
~Jax