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 I messed up by putting chapter eight
before seven. This is the real chapter seven.
Chapter 7
Grissom stood beside the police car that Brass was by with the megaphone as he called to Slade. "Give it up, Slade. It's over, now come out with your hands up and no one gets hurt."
Will Slade sat in the front room and stared at Sara who was sitting opposite him on the couch. "Do you remember the first time we met?" She ignored him. She'd ignored him since he came and took her from her apartment. "I wasn't stalking you Sara, I did all this to protect you." She looked at him with one of her trademark frowns.
He sent back one of his own. "You never listen do you? I'm trying to help you, to ease your conscience..."
"My Conscience?" She snapped. "How could you ease my conscience?" His gaze dropped to the floor of the rented house. "Amber."
One word was enough to make Sara's defiant façade drop and her eyes to fill with tears and curiosity. It had been so long since she had worked Amber's case that she hadn't remembered the sense of guilt it brought. She'd failed Amber. "I have a new lead." He continued." But you only get it if you drop the charges; just say you came with of your own free will. Deal?" She looked up in to his pleading eyes and was about to answer when her attention was diverted to Grissom outside on the megaphone.
"Sara, if you can hear me, then don't worry. We'll have you out in no time. Just don't...don't do anything stupid...Slade, my name is Gill Grissom, I'm a colleague of Sara's and I doubt either of us wants her to get hurt. Let her go and we can sort things out."
Will watched as Sara listened to the man outside and a small smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She used to smile at him like that when they worked together, but now she only frowned.
"Do we have a deal?" He repeated. His tone emotionless and business like. "I promise it's worth your while."
"Why didn't you follow it up? Why go to these extremes? Why stalk me?"
"First of all I didn't stalk you, I saw some middle aged doctor hanging around you a lot, go accuse him. Secondly I've been banned from the case, because of the guilt I spent four years trying to solve the damn case and it...it got to me, but I've been teetotal for months now. Not that it matters, because I was forced into taking a 'vacation'. You're the only one who can help Amber. Please Sara, if not for me then for Amber and her family." He bent down and untied the restraints on her arms and legs. "It's your choice."
He held out his gun to her and his handcuffs. "I'm not getting out of here, I know that, but I refuse to go out in a body bag because I tried to bring closure to a family. The balls' in your court."
Grissom held his breath as the door opened and all guns were pointed at the suburban home. He hadn't expected Sara to come walking out with Slade's gun in the air and Slade in handcuffs. The armed officers rushed forward and had both Slade and Sara shoved to the ground and searched for weapons. Grissom ran over to her and pushed away the officer that was handcuffing her. "She's CSI." He removed the cuffs and held her tightly in a comforting embrace, but she pushed him away and went over to Brass who was reading Slade his rights.
"Brass, let him go. I went with him of my own free will." He paused then put Slade with two officers who escorted him to a squad car. "It's out of your hands Sara, there's the small matter of the body that was stolen from a funeral home and a second body found at his apartment."
"What body? We were there yesterday, there was no body..." Brass looked towards Grissom for support before continuing. "The body of Alicia Silverman was found there this afternoon, she was his...she worked for Lady Heather and...well had a striking resemblance to you."
Chapter 7
Grissom stood beside the police car that Brass was by with the megaphone as he called to Slade. "Give it up, Slade. It's over, now come out with your hands up and no one gets hurt."
Will Slade sat in the front room and stared at Sara who was sitting opposite him on the couch. "Do you remember the first time we met?" She ignored him. She'd ignored him since he came and took her from her apartment. "I wasn't stalking you Sara, I did all this to protect you." She looked at him with one of her trademark frowns.
He sent back one of his own. "You never listen do you? I'm trying to help you, to ease your conscience..."
"My Conscience?" She snapped. "How could you ease my conscience?" His gaze dropped to the floor of the rented house. "Amber."
One word was enough to make Sara's defiant façade drop and her eyes to fill with tears and curiosity. It had been so long since she had worked Amber's case that she hadn't remembered the sense of guilt it brought. She'd failed Amber. "I have a new lead." He continued." But you only get it if you drop the charges; just say you came with of your own free will. Deal?" She looked up in to his pleading eyes and was about to answer when her attention was diverted to Grissom outside on the megaphone.
"Sara, if you can hear me, then don't worry. We'll have you out in no time. Just don't...don't do anything stupid...Slade, my name is Gill Grissom, I'm a colleague of Sara's and I doubt either of us wants her to get hurt. Let her go and we can sort things out."
Will watched as Sara listened to the man outside and a small smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She used to smile at him like that when they worked together, but now she only frowned.
"Do we have a deal?" He repeated. His tone emotionless and business like. "I promise it's worth your while."
"Why didn't you follow it up? Why go to these extremes? Why stalk me?"
"First of all I didn't stalk you, I saw some middle aged doctor hanging around you a lot, go accuse him. Secondly I've been banned from the case, because of the guilt I spent four years trying to solve the damn case and it...it got to me, but I've been teetotal for months now. Not that it matters, because I was forced into taking a 'vacation'. You're the only one who can help Amber. Please Sara, if not for me then for Amber and her family." He bent down and untied the restraints on her arms and legs. "It's your choice."
He held out his gun to her and his handcuffs. "I'm not getting out of here, I know that, but I refuse to go out in a body bag because I tried to bring closure to a family. The balls' in your court."
Grissom held his breath as the door opened and all guns were pointed at the suburban home. He hadn't expected Sara to come walking out with Slade's gun in the air and Slade in handcuffs. The armed officers rushed forward and had both Slade and Sara shoved to the ground and searched for weapons. Grissom ran over to her and pushed away the officer that was handcuffing her. "She's CSI." He removed the cuffs and held her tightly in a comforting embrace, but she pushed him away and went over to Brass who was reading Slade his rights.
"Brass, let him go. I went with him of my own free will." He paused then put Slade with two officers who escorted him to a squad car. "It's out of your hands Sara, there's the small matter of the body that was stolen from a funeral home and a second body found at his apartment."
"What body? We were there yesterday, there was no body..." Brass looked towards Grissom for support before continuing. "The body of Alicia Silverman was found there this afternoon, she was his...she worked for Lady Heather and...well had a striking resemblance to you."