All right, well I wish I could have gotten a better response for my last
chapter. Maybe I should change the summary. I don't know but I guess it
doesn't matter because it's what I like right?
Well if you read this, please review!
This is for all of the dedicated Nick and Sara shippers out there! Thanks for staying behind me!
Disclaimer: There is no money made off this story and I don't own CSI, I just love the show and the characters beyond all belief. It's true! Ask anyone who knows me!
Now back to our previously scheduled program...
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Chapter 4: Doomed
It was almost too hard to believe.
Nick sat in the break room with a cup of coffee in his hand thinking about what exactly had just happened.
Catherine sat next to him rubbing his back with her motherly touch.
"It's just so hard to believe. I thought she was gone forever, then this happens and now she could be in the hands of a maniac. Not just for a few days, but she has been there for a month. There is no telling what the guy has done to her or is doing."
Nick shifted the cup nervously around in his hands. The steaming hot liquid dripped down the sides onto his hands, leaving red marks behind.
Catherine reached over and took it from his shaky fingers. She used a napkin and tenderly wiped off the coffee from his skin.
She gazed into his face and tried to read what he was thinking, but the look he had on was one she had never seen before.
His eyes were glazed but not wet. He bit his bottom lip and his eyebrows were turned downward as if he was angry but confused at the same time.
She studied him for a while more until Greg burst through the door breathless.
"You guys! I got a huge break! I ran the epithelials through CODIS and got a hit!"
"What?"
"Really?"
"Who is it?"
"A man named Jordan Rykins." Greg read from the paper. "Thrown in jail for two counts of attempted homicide in San Francisco. He was released a few months ago. Guess who put him there?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"No, Sara sent him to the slammer it looks like in her first year on the job."
"So do we have anything else besides a name?"
"An address."
Greg gave Nick the paper.
Nick glanced at it for a minute then stood up and ran out of the room and down the hall.
Catherine, stunned only for a second at Nick's behavior, stood up as well and tried to catch up with him.
"Greg, go find Grissom and tell him where we're going." Catherine shouted over her shoulder as she ran full speed down the hall.
She caught up with Nick as he was grabbing his kit from the locker room.
"You.. are not going... alone." said Catherine a little breathless.
"Yes I am."
"Oh no you're not! It's not like you were the only person who cared for her. We all did."
Nick stared at her. Catherine regretted the statement.
"I mean we do care for her. Look, I am going with you and that's final. Besides, it wouldn't be smart if you went alone. That psycho could be there and if you were alone it would be easier for him to hurt you."
"Cath, he can't hurt me any more than he already has."
"Nick, he hurt all of us." She put her hand on his shoulder. "Come on, let's go find the person we care for."
Catherine grabbed her kit from her locker and followed Nick out to the parked Tahoe's in the lot. They put their stuff into the nearest one and headed out.
Nick drove intensely down the Las Vegas roadways trying to find the address Greg had give him.
5 minutes into the drive, Catherine's cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Catherine, it's Grissom. Greg told me that he got an address on our suspect and you're heading over there with Nick." She could detect a hint of annoyance in his voice but that was a small percentage compared to the worry she heard.
"Yeah, about that. I'm sorry I didn't tell you myself but Nick was going to go off by himself so I went with him."
"All right, just be really careful ok?"
"We will be, Gris, I promise."
"I don't want to lose you. I love you way too much."
She smiled.
"The feeling is mutual. I'll see you when we get back. Bye."
"Bye."
She hung up the phone and placed it back inside her pocket.
"He really loves you a lot, huh?"
She turned to look at him slightly surprised by the question.
His eyes were focused on the road like he hadn't said anything at all. Silence followed. It continued until they had reached the address.
"Here we are."
The two CSI's looked up at the dilapidated building. Nick turned off the car and sat looking into space for a moment. Catherine placed her hand on his shoulder.
The touch only lasted for a few seconds then they got out and got their kits. They slowly ascended the stairs to the front door. Nick reached the landing first followed closely behind by Catherine. He took in a deep breath then slowly exhaled.
Nick looked over at Catherine. She had her hand steadily on her gun. Nick took another deep breath and raised his fist to the door.
"Hello? Mr. Rykins? It's the Las Vegas Crime Lab. We have a few questions."
They waited a few seconds with no answer.
A ringing sound filled the air. Both of them jumped two feet. They realized it was Catherine's cell phone to blame.
She quickly answered it.
"Hello?"
"Cath, It's me again. Brass got a warrant so we can search his place so you can collect evidence."
"Ok, thanks. It doesn't seem like he's here so we're goin' in."
"Be careful."
"I'll see you later."
Catherine closed her phone and turned towards Nick.
"We can go in."
He nodded in response and opened his kit. He took out a pick and went on to unlock the door.
He heard a click and turned the handle. A musty smell filled Nick's nose. He heard Catherine take the safety of her gun.
Nick closed his kit and followed suite. He followed Catherine through the doorway.
"Mr. Rykins are you here?"
After a few seconds of silence, Nick and Catherine separated and scanned the house for any signs of life.
Nick scoured the bedroom and Catherine looked around the kitchen. There was hardly anything in the cabinets. Catherine pondered this. It was like the man didn't live there. The counters were dusty and the small appliances were rusted.
Catherine traveled over to the refrigerator. She opened the door. Almost nothing graced the shelves of the cooling unit except one small envelope on the middle shelve.
Catherine snapped a picture then gingerly lifted the object.
She stared at it.
'To the friends of Sara Sidle'
"Nick! Come look at this!"
She heard quick footsteps coming in her direction.
"What? What is it? What?"
Catherine responded in a whispery voice.
"Look."
She handed him the envelope.
He read the front. Then he stared at her for a moment then back at the letter. Nick turned it over and started to run his finger under the flap.
He pulled out the paper, which had lain inside. Nick unfolded it and started to read.
Catherine watched as her friend's face turned pure white and his hand that held the letter started to shake.
"Nick?"
He tore his line of vision from the letter to her face.
Catherine watched as one whispered word escaped his white lips.
"Doomed."
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Wow! Sorry for the shortness but, what a cliffhanger! I'm really sorry about that, but it's a way to keep you interested eh?? *wink* *evil laugh*
I don't know how the whole warrant thing works if the CSI's can go in and gather evidence without the actual warrant and I don't really expect Nick and Catherine to go out alone without Brass or someone and not get like fined or suspended or something but, whatever right???
Oh and I need a major favor from someone! I am having MAJOR problems writing one of my stories. You might have heard of it. It's called Survivor: Las Vegas Crime Lab. I need a coauthor for that. So if you have watched the show, like to see Nick and Sara together, and can write humor, PLEASE tell me in a review or email me! Thank you so much!!!
Thanks to all the reviewers from last chapter!
Please review this one!!!!
~Jax
Well if you read this, please review!
This is for all of the dedicated Nick and Sara shippers out there! Thanks for staying behind me!
Disclaimer: There is no money made off this story and I don't own CSI, I just love the show and the characters beyond all belief. It's true! Ask anyone who knows me!
Now back to our previously scheduled program...
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Chapter 4: Doomed
It was almost too hard to believe.
Nick sat in the break room with a cup of coffee in his hand thinking about what exactly had just happened.
Catherine sat next to him rubbing his back with her motherly touch.
"It's just so hard to believe. I thought she was gone forever, then this happens and now she could be in the hands of a maniac. Not just for a few days, but she has been there for a month. There is no telling what the guy has done to her or is doing."
Nick shifted the cup nervously around in his hands. The steaming hot liquid dripped down the sides onto his hands, leaving red marks behind.
Catherine reached over and took it from his shaky fingers. She used a napkin and tenderly wiped off the coffee from his skin.
She gazed into his face and tried to read what he was thinking, but the look he had on was one she had never seen before.
His eyes were glazed but not wet. He bit his bottom lip and his eyebrows were turned downward as if he was angry but confused at the same time.
She studied him for a while more until Greg burst through the door breathless.
"You guys! I got a huge break! I ran the epithelials through CODIS and got a hit!"
"What?"
"Really?"
"Who is it?"
"A man named Jordan Rykins." Greg read from the paper. "Thrown in jail for two counts of attempted homicide in San Francisco. He was released a few months ago. Guess who put him there?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"No, Sara sent him to the slammer it looks like in her first year on the job."
"So do we have anything else besides a name?"
"An address."
Greg gave Nick the paper.
Nick glanced at it for a minute then stood up and ran out of the room and down the hall.
Catherine, stunned only for a second at Nick's behavior, stood up as well and tried to catch up with him.
"Greg, go find Grissom and tell him where we're going." Catherine shouted over her shoulder as she ran full speed down the hall.
She caught up with Nick as he was grabbing his kit from the locker room.
"You.. are not going... alone." said Catherine a little breathless.
"Yes I am."
"Oh no you're not! It's not like you were the only person who cared for her. We all did."
Nick stared at her. Catherine regretted the statement.
"I mean we do care for her. Look, I am going with you and that's final. Besides, it wouldn't be smart if you went alone. That psycho could be there and if you were alone it would be easier for him to hurt you."
"Cath, he can't hurt me any more than he already has."
"Nick, he hurt all of us." She put her hand on his shoulder. "Come on, let's go find the person we care for."
Catherine grabbed her kit from her locker and followed Nick out to the parked Tahoe's in the lot. They put their stuff into the nearest one and headed out.
Nick drove intensely down the Las Vegas roadways trying to find the address Greg had give him.
5 minutes into the drive, Catherine's cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Catherine, it's Grissom. Greg told me that he got an address on our suspect and you're heading over there with Nick." She could detect a hint of annoyance in his voice but that was a small percentage compared to the worry she heard.
"Yeah, about that. I'm sorry I didn't tell you myself but Nick was going to go off by himself so I went with him."
"All right, just be really careful ok?"
"We will be, Gris, I promise."
"I don't want to lose you. I love you way too much."
She smiled.
"The feeling is mutual. I'll see you when we get back. Bye."
"Bye."
She hung up the phone and placed it back inside her pocket.
"He really loves you a lot, huh?"
She turned to look at him slightly surprised by the question.
His eyes were focused on the road like he hadn't said anything at all. Silence followed. It continued until they had reached the address.
"Here we are."
The two CSI's looked up at the dilapidated building. Nick turned off the car and sat looking into space for a moment. Catherine placed her hand on his shoulder.
The touch only lasted for a few seconds then they got out and got their kits. They slowly ascended the stairs to the front door. Nick reached the landing first followed closely behind by Catherine. He took in a deep breath then slowly exhaled.
Nick looked over at Catherine. She had her hand steadily on her gun. Nick took another deep breath and raised his fist to the door.
"Hello? Mr. Rykins? It's the Las Vegas Crime Lab. We have a few questions."
They waited a few seconds with no answer.
A ringing sound filled the air. Both of them jumped two feet. They realized it was Catherine's cell phone to blame.
She quickly answered it.
"Hello?"
"Cath, It's me again. Brass got a warrant so we can search his place so you can collect evidence."
"Ok, thanks. It doesn't seem like he's here so we're goin' in."
"Be careful."
"I'll see you later."
Catherine closed her phone and turned towards Nick.
"We can go in."
He nodded in response and opened his kit. He took out a pick and went on to unlock the door.
He heard a click and turned the handle. A musty smell filled Nick's nose. He heard Catherine take the safety of her gun.
Nick closed his kit and followed suite. He followed Catherine through the doorway.
"Mr. Rykins are you here?"
After a few seconds of silence, Nick and Catherine separated and scanned the house for any signs of life.
Nick scoured the bedroom and Catherine looked around the kitchen. There was hardly anything in the cabinets. Catherine pondered this. It was like the man didn't live there. The counters were dusty and the small appliances were rusted.
Catherine traveled over to the refrigerator. She opened the door. Almost nothing graced the shelves of the cooling unit except one small envelope on the middle shelve.
Catherine snapped a picture then gingerly lifted the object.
She stared at it.
'To the friends of Sara Sidle'
"Nick! Come look at this!"
She heard quick footsteps coming in her direction.
"What? What is it? What?"
Catherine responded in a whispery voice.
"Look."
She handed him the envelope.
He read the front. Then he stared at her for a moment then back at the letter. Nick turned it over and started to run his finger under the flap.
He pulled out the paper, which had lain inside. Nick unfolded it and started to read.
Catherine watched as her friend's face turned pure white and his hand that held the letter started to shake.
"Nick?"
He tore his line of vision from the letter to her face.
Catherine watched as one whispered word escaped his white lips.
"Doomed."
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Wow! Sorry for the shortness but, what a cliffhanger! I'm really sorry about that, but it's a way to keep you interested eh?? *wink* *evil laugh*
I don't know how the whole warrant thing works if the CSI's can go in and gather evidence without the actual warrant and I don't really expect Nick and Catherine to go out alone without Brass or someone and not get like fined or suspended or something but, whatever right???
Oh and I need a major favor from someone! I am having MAJOR problems writing one of my stories. You might have heard of it. It's called Survivor: Las Vegas Crime Lab. I need a coauthor for that. So if you have watched the show, like to see Nick and Sara together, and can write humor, PLEASE tell me in a review or email me! Thank you so much!!!
Thanks to all the reviewers from last chapter!
Please review this one!!!!
~Jax