Alright, I know the last chapter was shit, and the lack of reviews proves it. I think this one is better, but what do I know? Oh, and I am not a very creative person so every name that you do not recognize from CSI, other than Lisa's, was "borrowed" from something else. Any idea where any of the names came from? The song in this chapter is Caught you Like a Cold by Vendetta Red. I bought their CD this week just so I could hear the songs that go with their amazing song lyrics. Ten bucks I spent on that CD, so you guys will be seeing a lot of their lyrics in chapters to come (It's a pretty good CD, by the way. Not my normal type of music, but I like it. DOWNLOAD THEIR SONG 'STAY HOME'. THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME A SONG EVER GAVE ME CHILLS).
Also, I have noticed that most of my old reviewers have either stopped reviewing or stopped reading this story. Did this story really start sucking so much that you guys just gave up? If so, let me know. I would really appreciate the feedback.
The next chapter will be filled with angst, depression, and anger. Wait for it (I hope it will be worth the wait.)
And Scarlet Rose 4: they correct way to end your review is Sara is acting like a stupid, sadistic, abusive, fucking whore! (Thank you, Disturbed).
"Any luck?" Lisa walked in to find Sara glaring at her computer, looking through the database and hoping to find a match to a set of fingerprints she pulled off an unregistered gun at their latest crime scene. It had been two weeks since their conversation in the break room. Sara hadn't mentioned her old team since and Lisa hadn't pushed the subject. In fact, the two had barely spoken since that day.
" Guess not." Lisa remarked after Sara's sigh of frustration. "Well," Lisa began, while pulling a chair next to Sara's spot in front of the computer. "I think you'll be happy to know we have a suspect." Sara looked over at her questioningly. " A Mrs. Lynn White, Elizabeth Short's, a.k.a. the dead girl, best friend who packed up and moved the day after her friend was murdered."
"Where is she now?"
Lisa grinned. "Vegas." Sara's response was interrupted by a loud beeping noise from the computer; they had a match.
"Wendell White, a former cop who lost his job and was arrested for assault two years ago. He's currently living in Vegas."
"Here." Lisa handed Sara an unmarked envelope.
"What's this?"
"A plane ticket. Tomorrow, you and I are going to Vegas."
"But-"
"No buts. I've already got a sitter for Jeremy and Susie. I just got off the phone with the Las Vegas CSI supervisor, Gil Grissom. He's sending one of his team to pick us up from the airport tomorrow. You're picking me up tomorrow afternoon at one. The flight's at two thirty." She stood and walked toward the door.
Sara looked at her boss, shocked.
"And yes, I told him you would be coming with me."
Sara parked directly in front of Lisa's house. Lisa had been working as a csi for some time now and had managed to use the paychecks to buy a fairly large house right in the middle of the suburbs. Lisa kissed both of her kids goodbye, gave some last minute instructions to the babysitter, and lugged her huge suitcase to Sara's car. Before she knew it, they were on a plane, headed to Vegas.
A sense of anxiety arose in Sara. She was dreading her arrival. It had been over a year since she had said a word to a single member of that team. She deserted them in a time when they all needed her there the most. Her departure had been followed by a series of events that even she hadn't expected. She said to herself many times before that the San Franciscan team that she worked with was more open, outspoken. They seemed closer than the Vegas CSIs; they went on trips together, had dinner at each other's houses at least twice a month, and talked to one another daily. Not the meaningless, work related, awkward conversations that she had been used to, but deep, truthful, soul bearing ones. And yet, the Vegas team seemed much more realistic. They were real people with real problems and issues that kept them from bonding with one another. Even though they didn't spend as much time getting to know one another, Sara knew that if she ever needed anything, one of them would be there to help her.
She left Vegas in anger. She was denied the promotion she wanted, she was denied the man she wanted. Grissom was the only reason she came to Vegas, and once she realized her futile chances with him, she thought she had to leave. Once you have those feeling for a person for so long and find out they don't feel exactly the same way as you, you can't stand to be around them. But Sara hadn't realized how close she became with the other members of that team; she didn't realize how close they became with her. Deep down, she knew she needed them. Which was why she was excited to be going back.
Sara nudged Lisa's arm in an attempt to wake her up. "We're here". The two-hour plane ride seemed shorter than she expected. Sara helped Lisa hoist her huge bag, the one she insisted on not checking, out of the overhead compartment and they slowly exited the plane.
"You know, that was my first plane ride."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."
"That's because you were asleep for the majority of the flight." The two idly sauntered into the lobby of the airport.
"Sara?" She heard Nick's unmistakable drawl yell out for her. He approached the two with that unforgettable grin on his face. Sara didn't have to worry about Nick being pissed off that she left. He didn't hold grudges. He gave her a quick hug.
"Let me get those bags from you." He took the suitcases from the two women. "Whoa". His knees almost buckled under the weight of Lisa's suitcase.
"Sorry about that. I tend to over pack." She smiled up at him and extended her hand. "I'm Lisa Johnson." Nick matched her grin and grasped her hand. " Nick Stokes."
The trio exited the airport and made their way through the parking lot until they reached Nick's Tahoe. Lisa quickly took the backseat and began to look over the case file, as to not interrupt the reunion of two old friends.
Nick looked exactly the same as he did when she left, except older. Nick noticed the smug grin on her face.
"What?"
"You're starting to go gray." Nick blushed ever so slightly and touched his graying sideburns. "Yeah, I know. Greg loves to rub it in. He finds it hilarious."
She was afraid to ask but now she knew that Greg had made it through that low point in his life and was still working at the lab. Which meant she would have to face him again. Walking out on him the day she left was one of her biggest regrets. She had treated him exactly the same way Grissom treated her.
"How is Greg?"
Nick made a face that resembled a grimace. "He's alive and healthy, which is an accomplishment in itself. But he's not himself anymore. He's so quiet. Unless you talk to him, he probably won't even approach you. But once you start talking to him, he's almost like the same old Greg. I'm worried about him.
"Sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all of this. Just insecurities, I guess. You never really get over seeing him like that. But he's so much better than he was."
"Oh, ok."
No one spoke for the next few minutes.
"Hey, did you know Catherine's getting married?"
Relief washed over Sara when Nick broke the silence. "To who?"
Nick grinned, as if he knew a secret that she could never guess.
"Grissom."
Sara plastered on a smile, ignoring the lump forming in her throat. "I never saw that one coming."
"Yeah, I know. No one did. It was weird; no one knew they were dating or anything until one day they announced they're getting married."
They pulled into the crime lab's parking lot. "Just leave your bags in my car. I'll take ya'll home after shift."
"No, it's alright. We'll take a cab. We don't even know what hotel we're staying at yet."
"Hotel? No, you're staying at Grissom and Catherine's place. And that's a direct order from Grissom himself."
They all hopped out of the car and walked up to the front door, which Nick held open for the two women. Lisa walked in first with Sara trailing behind her. Sara's eyes watered when she saw the familiar faces. Archie was tailing some poor intern, bugging the hell out of her. Bobby and Ecklie were discussing something and looking over papers as the briskly walked past the group. Doc Robbins limped down the hallway with an evidence bag in his hands.
Nick put a hand on her shoulder.
"Welcome Home".
Hey I am sure to fall this time around
And I could look you in the eye but you never show your face
Something sticky in your ears turned to logic
And what you reiterate is meaningless to me
Save yourself because you're dying slowly
Say goodnight before you ever say goodbye
Tore the buttons off your coat to keep the wind out
Held a candle to the sun to drown the twilight
But when you bruise you never bleed no you never cry out
Save yourself because you're dying slowly
Say goodnight before you ever say goodbye
Strong carry on carry me home
Serve your flesh circuits unknown
Stitches sewn to leave me alone
Crane your neck till I crawl
Save yourself because you're dying slowly
Say goodnight before you ever say goodbye
Does it make you sick?
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