Hey it's me again!! But of course you knew that already!! Here it is the
next installment in the series I like to call The Burning Truth. It's not
the last one so perk up, I got a new one coming soon, to a fanfiction site
near you!!
Please r/r!
Disclaimer: I don't own em' and I think I have said that enough times already!! I am starting to sound like a broken record. I don't own em'. I don't own em'. I don't own em'...
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Chapter 5: Oh Brother
Sara's hopes in anyone finding her at this point were dwindling. She had this feeling in the pit of her stomach that she couldn't exactly explain. To her it was more like a bug that just wouldn't leave her alone. No matter what she did, she just couldn't shake it.
The feeling was only her emotional pain. It was almost nothing compared to her physical pain, yet strangely worse.
Sara listened to the creaking of the floor above her. He was moving around. All she could do was wonder what he was doing. He hadn't been down to feed her in two days and her hunger was definitely beginning to affect her thinking process.
She felt like she could just lie down and die, and she wouldn't have to go through any more pain
Her thoughts turned towards Nick. Whenever she started feeling this way, she thought of him. What he would do if she, in fact, did die. Sara thought about what Nick would say to her: Don't give up. People out there love you, especially me. Please don't give up.
She wanted to believe that is what he would say, if he thought she was alive. She knew the Nick, along with the others had probably lost hope in finding her. She had been gone for a long time, almost an eternity to her.
Sara heard the creaking above her moving towards the door at the top of the stairs. She heard the hinges squeak.
Her muscles tensed. In a sitting position, Sara inched back into the corner of the room. She felt the cold wall against her back.
His feet appeared coming down the stairs.
Her heart rate quickened.
He reached the bottom.
Her hands started to shake.
He walked towards her.
She held her breath.
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*Back in Las Vegas*
"What did you say?"
"Your friend is doomed."
Nick whispered the four horrible words. The paper shook in his hands.
Catherine reached out and took the paper from him. She looked at the words. They were made up of various cut-out letters from magazines.
Both CSI's were immersed in the finding. Too immersed to hear anyone come up behind them.
"Find anything?"
Nick and Catherine spun around startled. Both had looks of fear on their faces. They relaxed when they were met with the familiar bodies of their co-worker and boss.
"Holy shit! You scared the hell out of us." Nick directed this at Warrick who was the one who had spoken.
"Sorry guys." Warrick grinned sheepishly, "But did you find anything?"
"Yea this," Catherine handed the letter over the newcomers. They looked at it in disbelief.
"Where did you find this?" Grissom looked at the two younger over the tops of his glasses.
"I found it in the refrigerator. It was the only thing there. I don't think he lives here anymore because almost nothing is in the cabinets and the appliances are rusted."
"It looks like we are just about back at square one."
"Damn."
Grissom's cell phone went off. He answered after the first ring. The subordinates listened in on the conversation.
"Grissom....really?....where?...that would be the perfect place....same...ok, I'll meet you in 10, thanks."
He closed his phone.
"That was Brass. He did a background check on the suspect. It seems he has a brother who was also convicted of murder by Sara and was sentenced to a life term, but committed suicide in his cell. Brass then checked the brother out and found a property purchased in his name, outside Tonopah."
"That's all desert out there. The perfect place to hide."
"Catherine and Warrick, you stay here and finish processing the house and then go back to the lab and go through everything that we have processed so far. Nick you are coming with me to meet Brass back at the lab, then we are heading out there to see what we can find, ok everyone?"
Nods come from around the room.
Grissom turned to face Nick.
"Let's go."
No sooner than he had said the words, Grissom and Nick were out the door and driving back to the lab. The trip took ten minutes. They met Brass outside in the parking lot standing next to his unmarked Taurus.
Grissom pulled up next to him.
"You have the directions?"
"Yeah are you going to follow me?"
"Yeah, let's go."
Brass got into his car and headed out onto the street followed closely by Grissom and Nick.
It wasn't long until they had pulled onto I-95 heading north into Nye County. Neither said a word for a good two hours. They would be pulling up to their destination soon.
Only once had Grissom's phone gone off on the trip. It had been Catherine saying that they ran the envelope through QD and it matched the addresses on the packages, so it had indeed been written by the same person, most likely a Jordan Rykins.
By the time Grissom had gotten off the phone, the two cars were now off the main road and were on a dirt one. Grissom had trouble seeing what was in front of them because of the dust that was kicked up from Brass's car, but kept the SUV in check.
Nick had been preoccupied most of the trip with thoughts of Sara and now as they were getting closer, he gripped the door handle until his knuckles became white as he had never felt so much fear before. It wasn't fear for himself, but for Sara more. He was afraid of what they would find, if they were too late.
Through the dust, the two CSI's could see the outline of a wooden shack not to far from them. It was in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but desert. Grissom slowed the vehicle down when he saw the brake lights of the Taurus in front of him glow through the dust. They soon stopped all together and slowly got out.
Grissom's mind was also occupied with pictures of his friend but not so much that he didn't have a chance to curse at himself for wearing black pants and shirt.
The sun beat down hazily on them making it almost impossible to see without squinting. Nick looked at the sun as if it was mocking him.
The shack was made of old wood that had become bleached in the sun and it looked like the roof was starting to cave in. It seemed that if there was just a slight breeze the whole thing would topple over.
Brass walked over to them and motioned for them to follow him to the screen door. They got only as far as the steps up to the door before they were stopped in their tracks by a single sound. The sound that they had all been dreading.
One single gunshot rang out over the open desert.
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Ok another kinda short one but hey what a way to leave you all hanging!! Smirk
I'll post the next one soon! I promise! Scout's honor! (That is if I was a scout)
Please read and review this and don't hesitate to click on my new story called "He Thought He Knew Her". Please? Pretty please with sugar, and spice and everything nice on top. Please??
Thanks!
~Jax
Please r/r!
Disclaimer: I don't own em' and I think I have said that enough times already!! I am starting to sound like a broken record. I don't own em'. I don't own em'. I don't own em'...
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Chapter 5: Oh Brother
Sara's hopes in anyone finding her at this point were dwindling. She had this feeling in the pit of her stomach that she couldn't exactly explain. To her it was more like a bug that just wouldn't leave her alone. No matter what she did, she just couldn't shake it.
The feeling was only her emotional pain. It was almost nothing compared to her physical pain, yet strangely worse.
Sara listened to the creaking of the floor above her. He was moving around. All she could do was wonder what he was doing. He hadn't been down to feed her in two days and her hunger was definitely beginning to affect her thinking process.
She felt like she could just lie down and die, and she wouldn't have to go through any more pain
Her thoughts turned towards Nick. Whenever she started feeling this way, she thought of him. What he would do if she, in fact, did die. Sara thought about what Nick would say to her: Don't give up. People out there love you, especially me. Please don't give up.
She wanted to believe that is what he would say, if he thought she was alive. She knew the Nick, along with the others had probably lost hope in finding her. She had been gone for a long time, almost an eternity to her.
Sara heard the creaking above her moving towards the door at the top of the stairs. She heard the hinges squeak.
Her muscles tensed. In a sitting position, Sara inched back into the corner of the room. She felt the cold wall against her back.
His feet appeared coming down the stairs.
Her heart rate quickened.
He reached the bottom.
Her hands started to shake.
He walked towards her.
She held her breath.
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*Back in Las Vegas*
"What did you say?"
"Your friend is doomed."
Nick whispered the four horrible words. The paper shook in his hands.
Catherine reached out and took the paper from him. She looked at the words. They were made up of various cut-out letters from magazines.
Both CSI's were immersed in the finding. Too immersed to hear anyone come up behind them.
"Find anything?"
Nick and Catherine spun around startled. Both had looks of fear on their faces. They relaxed when they were met with the familiar bodies of their co-worker and boss.
"Holy shit! You scared the hell out of us." Nick directed this at Warrick who was the one who had spoken.
"Sorry guys." Warrick grinned sheepishly, "But did you find anything?"
"Yea this," Catherine handed the letter over the newcomers. They looked at it in disbelief.
"Where did you find this?" Grissom looked at the two younger over the tops of his glasses.
"I found it in the refrigerator. It was the only thing there. I don't think he lives here anymore because almost nothing is in the cabinets and the appliances are rusted."
"It looks like we are just about back at square one."
"Damn."
Grissom's cell phone went off. He answered after the first ring. The subordinates listened in on the conversation.
"Grissom....really?....where?...that would be the perfect place....same...ok, I'll meet you in 10, thanks."
He closed his phone.
"That was Brass. He did a background check on the suspect. It seems he has a brother who was also convicted of murder by Sara and was sentenced to a life term, but committed suicide in his cell. Brass then checked the brother out and found a property purchased in his name, outside Tonopah."
"That's all desert out there. The perfect place to hide."
"Catherine and Warrick, you stay here and finish processing the house and then go back to the lab and go through everything that we have processed so far. Nick you are coming with me to meet Brass back at the lab, then we are heading out there to see what we can find, ok everyone?"
Nods come from around the room.
Grissom turned to face Nick.
"Let's go."
No sooner than he had said the words, Grissom and Nick were out the door and driving back to the lab. The trip took ten minutes. They met Brass outside in the parking lot standing next to his unmarked Taurus.
Grissom pulled up next to him.
"You have the directions?"
"Yeah are you going to follow me?"
"Yeah, let's go."
Brass got into his car and headed out onto the street followed closely by Grissom and Nick.
It wasn't long until they had pulled onto I-95 heading north into Nye County. Neither said a word for a good two hours. They would be pulling up to their destination soon.
Only once had Grissom's phone gone off on the trip. It had been Catherine saying that they ran the envelope through QD and it matched the addresses on the packages, so it had indeed been written by the same person, most likely a Jordan Rykins.
By the time Grissom had gotten off the phone, the two cars were now off the main road and were on a dirt one. Grissom had trouble seeing what was in front of them because of the dust that was kicked up from Brass's car, but kept the SUV in check.
Nick had been preoccupied most of the trip with thoughts of Sara and now as they were getting closer, he gripped the door handle until his knuckles became white as he had never felt so much fear before. It wasn't fear for himself, but for Sara more. He was afraid of what they would find, if they were too late.
Through the dust, the two CSI's could see the outline of a wooden shack not to far from them. It was in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but desert. Grissom slowed the vehicle down when he saw the brake lights of the Taurus in front of him glow through the dust. They soon stopped all together and slowly got out.
Grissom's mind was also occupied with pictures of his friend but not so much that he didn't have a chance to curse at himself for wearing black pants and shirt.
The sun beat down hazily on them making it almost impossible to see without squinting. Nick looked at the sun as if it was mocking him.
The shack was made of old wood that had become bleached in the sun and it looked like the roof was starting to cave in. It seemed that if there was just a slight breeze the whole thing would topple over.
Brass walked over to them and motioned for them to follow him to the screen door. They got only as far as the steps up to the door before they were stopped in their tracks by a single sound. The sound that they had all been dreading.
One single gunshot rang out over the open desert.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ok another kinda short one but hey what a way to leave you all hanging!! Smirk
I'll post the next one soon! I promise! Scout's honor! (That is if I was a scout)
Please read and review this and don't hesitate to click on my new story called "He Thought He Knew Her". Please? Pretty please with sugar, and spice and everything nice on top. Please??
Thanks!
~Jax