Title: Lost Butterflies
Summary: The CSI team deal with the loss of one of their own.
Disclaimer: CSI doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer and
Anthony .E. Zuicker
Spoilers: Set after Butterflied
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Indicate a flash back
Chapter Five
Greg fell to the floor and defensively raised his fists, but when the young man saw a fuming, red faced, Grissom he lowered them and looked at Grissom with shock.
Catherine, who had grabbed Brass on the way to the lab, rushed in and picked Greg up from the floor while Brass held Grissom back. "You useless, good for nothing lay about!" He roared. "You did something to her! Where is she Greg? Why did you fix the samples?" At this both Catherine and Brass turned their attention to the frightened lab technician. "I...what? What test?"
Brass and Catherine sat in the interrogation room for the second time that night, but this time Greg sat opposite them. "I didn't fix any test!" He objected. "I got the sample from the courier and analysed it. It came back as the DNA of Sara Sidle. I swear I didn't do anything. Why would I?" "You've been rejected by Sara numerous times. Maybe you were jealous, just wanted to cause her a little trouble. So you started following her, then you just had to get closer, so you abducted her. Stole a body from a funeral parlour and fixed the results." Brass had never been fond of Greg, but in Catherine's eyes his allegation was over the top.
At first it had seemed like Nick was too blame, now Greg was being implicated. Who would be next? Warrick? Grissom? David? She nudged Jim under the table with her foot and he took the message. "I'm going for a coffee." He stood up and never gave Greg so much as a second glance.
"Greg, you're hiding something." She stared him directly in the eyes and watched the already terrified young man crumple. His eyes became watery and his happy go lucky act had completely gone.
"I promised her I wouldn't tell." He mumbled as he held his clenched fist to his mouth. "I promised." "Sara could still be alive, but it's past 48 hours, her chances are getting slimmer by the second. Greg, you need to tell me if you know something."
He looked up to the woman who had allowed him to work a career breaking case and had helped him to get out in the field and nodded in acceptance.
"Sara thought...she suspected...um...she thought that maybe..." "Take your time." She reassured him. "She suspected Vincent Lurie was watching her, then she saw someone." "Who?" "She didn't say, but she was really freaked about it. She mentioned something about Lady Heather though; she went to see her a few days ago."
Once again by the time she reached the observation room Grissom was on his way out the door. "No!" She objected. "You're too close; in two ways. I'll go and talk to her. Oh, and Gill, if you're not careful you'll be kicked off the case. Just keep that temper in check, okay?"
Lady Heather answered the door after the third knock and glanced briefly at Catherine. "Please, come in." She stepped aside and allowed her to enter the large house. "How may I help?" "Sara Sidle." Catherine measured her reaction to Sara's name and found an intriguing response. "She went after him, didn't she?" "Who?"
Lady Heather shook her head in disbelief. "I told her to tell Mr. Grissom, but she was too stubborn. Now he has her." "Who?" She repeated anxiously. "Who has her?" She looked up under heavy black eyeliner and sighed. "I have had a man here every night for the past two months. He always requested Alicia, he said it reminded him off her." She called to a woman in the hallway and she entered.
"Miss Willows, this is Alicia." She gasped at the young brunette. Her hair was just like Sara's, her eyes were the same, at first glance his woman could have been Sara, but a second revealed something Sara would never allow herself to be submitted to. Her left eye was swollen and her bottom lip was cut. "He did that to her four days ago, he said she wasn't good enough anymore, she wasn't Sara."
"Lady Heather, who did this?" "A man named Will Slade. He is an FBI agent. He worked with Sara five years ago, he became obsessed with her and she requested to be taken off the case they were on, but she knew all the details and had to follow it through. Once he returned to the FBI he would call her multiple times a day, show up at work and hassle her. Then when Sara transferred here he lost touch, but three weeks ago he showed up again." Catherine read Lady Heathers' statement to the other CSI in Grissom's office, including Greg.
Grissom made a phone call and with in minutes it was official, they would take police back up and search Slade's apartment in Las Vegas. He could easily have tampered with the DNA sample and given Greg the wrong sample, Grissom was sure Sara would be all right, he could feel it. The warrant ink was still drying as they stormed into the apartment near the strip. "Clear!" "Clear!" "All clear!" Three of the policemen shouted as they searched the room they'd been assigned, but the last officer, Brass, shouted something different. "Call an ambulance, now!"
Grissom, Catherine, Greg, Nick and Warrick raced to the backroom where Jim had called from and gasped as they entered. "What the..." Nick faltered. There was so much blood pooling beneath the victim. It had soaked her brown hair and made it cling to her face. "Not again." Grissom muttered. He couldn't have the hope of her being alive torn away from him again. His aching heart couldn't take it, just like his eyes couldn't take in the sight that lay before him. Even if the ambulance arrived any second it would be too late, but after all, all butterflies die sometime or another, it was part of life, but he couldn't understand why he had to lose his.
He was an entomologist and Sara Sidle had been the most amazing butterfly he had ever met, but he hadn't had the courage to try and capture it's beauty and now it was gone.
Chapter Five
Greg fell to the floor and defensively raised his fists, but when the young man saw a fuming, red faced, Grissom he lowered them and looked at Grissom with shock.
Catherine, who had grabbed Brass on the way to the lab, rushed in and picked Greg up from the floor while Brass held Grissom back. "You useless, good for nothing lay about!" He roared. "You did something to her! Where is she Greg? Why did you fix the samples?" At this both Catherine and Brass turned their attention to the frightened lab technician. "I...what? What test?"
Brass and Catherine sat in the interrogation room for the second time that night, but this time Greg sat opposite them. "I didn't fix any test!" He objected. "I got the sample from the courier and analysed it. It came back as the DNA of Sara Sidle. I swear I didn't do anything. Why would I?" "You've been rejected by Sara numerous times. Maybe you were jealous, just wanted to cause her a little trouble. So you started following her, then you just had to get closer, so you abducted her. Stole a body from a funeral parlour and fixed the results." Brass had never been fond of Greg, but in Catherine's eyes his allegation was over the top.
At first it had seemed like Nick was too blame, now Greg was being implicated. Who would be next? Warrick? Grissom? David? She nudged Jim under the table with her foot and he took the message. "I'm going for a coffee." He stood up and never gave Greg so much as a second glance.
"Greg, you're hiding something." She stared him directly in the eyes and watched the already terrified young man crumple. His eyes became watery and his happy go lucky act had completely gone.
"I promised her I wouldn't tell." He mumbled as he held his clenched fist to his mouth. "I promised." "Sara could still be alive, but it's past 48 hours, her chances are getting slimmer by the second. Greg, you need to tell me if you know something."
He looked up to the woman who had allowed him to work a career breaking case and had helped him to get out in the field and nodded in acceptance.
"Sara thought...she suspected...um...she thought that maybe..." "Take your time." She reassured him. "She suspected Vincent Lurie was watching her, then she saw someone." "Who?" "She didn't say, but she was really freaked about it. She mentioned something about Lady Heather though; she went to see her a few days ago."
Once again by the time she reached the observation room Grissom was on his way out the door. "No!" She objected. "You're too close; in two ways. I'll go and talk to her. Oh, and Gill, if you're not careful you'll be kicked off the case. Just keep that temper in check, okay?"
Lady Heather answered the door after the third knock and glanced briefly at Catherine. "Please, come in." She stepped aside and allowed her to enter the large house. "How may I help?" "Sara Sidle." Catherine measured her reaction to Sara's name and found an intriguing response. "She went after him, didn't she?" "Who?"
Lady Heather shook her head in disbelief. "I told her to tell Mr. Grissom, but she was too stubborn. Now he has her." "Who?" She repeated anxiously. "Who has her?" She looked up under heavy black eyeliner and sighed. "I have had a man here every night for the past two months. He always requested Alicia, he said it reminded him off her." She called to a woman in the hallway and she entered.
"Miss Willows, this is Alicia." She gasped at the young brunette. Her hair was just like Sara's, her eyes were the same, at first glance his woman could have been Sara, but a second revealed something Sara would never allow herself to be submitted to. Her left eye was swollen and her bottom lip was cut. "He did that to her four days ago, he said she wasn't good enough anymore, she wasn't Sara."
"Lady Heather, who did this?" "A man named Will Slade. He is an FBI agent. He worked with Sara five years ago, he became obsessed with her and she requested to be taken off the case they were on, but she knew all the details and had to follow it through. Once he returned to the FBI he would call her multiple times a day, show up at work and hassle her. Then when Sara transferred here he lost touch, but three weeks ago he showed up again." Catherine read Lady Heathers' statement to the other CSI in Grissom's office, including Greg.
Grissom made a phone call and with in minutes it was official, they would take police back up and search Slade's apartment in Las Vegas. He could easily have tampered with the DNA sample and given Greg the wrong sample, Grissom was sure Sara would be all right, he could feel it. The warrant ink was still drying as they stormed into the apartment near the strip. "Clear!" "Clear!" "All clear!" Three of the policemen shouted as they searched the room they'd been assigned, but the last officer, Brass, shouted something different. "Call an ambulance, now!"
Grissom, Catherine, Greg, Nick and Warrick raced to the backroom where Jim had called from and gasped as they entered. "What the..." Nick faltered. There was so much blood pooling beneath the victim. It had soaked her brown hair and made it cling to her face. "Not again." Grissom muttered. He couldn't have the hope of her being alive torn away from him again. His aching heart couldn't take it, just like his eyes couldn't take in the sight that lay before him. Even if the ambulance arrived any second it would be too late, but after all, all butterflies die sometime or another, it was part of life, but he couldn't understand why he had to lose his.
He was an entomologist and Sara Sidle had been the most amazing butterfly he had ever met, but he hadn't had the courage to try and capture it's beauty and now it was gone.