Authors note: Sorry it took so long guys! Thank you for bearing with me! Here's the next chapter, so I hope you like it!!
Spoilers: Ummm, let's see. I do believe I mention Invisible Evidence. I think…
Disclaimer: Still not mine! L
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9:02 PM Wednesday
It was another shift, and another chance to bring a bad guy to justice. Time to make good for a society that was bent on producing so much bad. A second chance for a time when maybe you hadn't tried your hardest, didn't get the criminal. And it all started with your assignment.
"Nick, Warrick, you've got a possible homicide at the 'Lucky Cowboy.' See what you can find," said Grissom, sliding the case file across the break room table.
"Maybe not so lucky this time," mumbled Warrick as he trapped the file under his palm.
Grissom glanced down at the next file, "Catherine, B & E at 824 Bennett. Take Greg, he's been bugging me about getting on more cases."
"Yay," said Catherine sarcastically as Grissom handed her the case file.
Grissom looked down at the last file. 'Thank God for slow nights,' he thought.
He glanced at Sara. She absently picked at her nails, careful to avoid his gaze. Grissom bit the inside of his cheek, then took a breath.
"Sara."
She looked up.
"You and I have a double homicide. Brass thinks robbery is a possible motive," he looked at Sara, gaze unfaltering.
She blinked once, then slowly nodded.
"Ok," she said, a hint of disbelief in her voice.
"Ok," repeated Grissom, " Busy shift tonight. Let's get to work."
And with that, they all left. They didn't know that it was the last time they'd all be together before all hell broke loose.
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The ride to the crime scene was quiet. Sara leaned against the door, silently staring out the window, her forehead resting against the cool glass. Every now and then she would bring a hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn.
Grissom, on the other hand, was stealing glances at her from the corner of his eye. He wanted to reach out for her hand, but held tighter to the steering wheel every time the urge rose up in him. He tried to keep his focus on the road, but found it wandering towards her more and more often. He glanced at her soft face, which was made pale by the moonlight that filtered in through the windshield. Grissom couldn't remember a time when she had looked more beautiful.
He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard her speak.
"Right there," she said, sitting up in her seat and pointing towards a growing crowd.
Grissom carefully maneuvered through the crowd, tempted to lay on his horn. But the urge was quelled by the look on Sara's face.
"You can't get people to get off their butts to better themselves, but a crime is committed and they're out of their Lazy-boys faster then you can say two-for-one special," she mumbled.
Grissom chuckled and Sara raised an eyebrow at him before giving him a small smile. Grissom smiled back, then reached behind him for their kits. He handed Sara hers, and they both stepped out of the car.
Side by side they walked to the house. They pushed past the crowd of people and ducked under the yellow crime scene tape. Grissom placed a hand on Sara's back, and slowly guided her through the door. They immediately spotted Brass, giving orders from the living room.
"Hey guys. Busy night?" asked Jim, turning to the CSI's.
Grissom shook his head, "Not really. That's why you have two of us."
Brass smiled a grim smile, " And I've got two d.b.'s for you," he flipped open his notebook, " Michael and Sara Piper. Daughter found them when she got home from work. Looks like a robbery gone bad. Broken window over there, and the daughter said her mom's wedding band and dad's watch were missing. The vics musta come home at the wrong time."
Brass looked around the room, then back at Sara and Grissom. He nodded once.
"All yours now. I'll get the guys outta here, let you have the crime scene to yourselves. Last thing you need is any of these rookies botching your scene," he paused, then added, " I'll be outside if you need me."
Brass walked away, and Grissom and Sara were suddenly aware of how silent the house was. They smiled awkwardly at one another.
"I'll take the bedroom," said Sara, and she quickly walked away.
Grissom stared after her, then set down his kit. He looked around the living room and sighed. So many places to start. He settled for the broken window.
Five minutes had passed in silence. Piece by piece Grissom bagged evidence and put together different scenarios. He made his way over to the two blood stains, where the victims had been before David had moved them. He kneeled down in front of the smaller pool. His hand went up to his chin and he closely studied the stain. Then he heard it.
Thump.
Grissom's eyebrows furrowed. He kept still and listened carefully.
Thump… thump.
Grissom slowly got to his feet. His hand unconsciously went to his gun.
"Sara?" he called as he moved towards the bedroom.
He heard something being moved around. Grissom unclipped his holster as he stepped in front of the closed door. He tilted his head in curiosity. Why would Sara have the door closed? Slowly, he turned the knob and opened the door.
"Sara?" he said again as he peaked in.
Sara stood on the other side of the room, but as Grissom opened the door further, he saw she wasn't alone.
A man stood next to her, a gun to her head.
"Oh my God, Sara…"
"Grissom! Behind you!"
He heard Sara scream. He spun around, but it was too late. Something smashed against his head, and he fell to the floor. He blinked once, twice, then let the darkness engulf him as he passed out.
To be continued…
Spoilers: Ummm, let's see. I do believe I mention Invisible Evidence. I think…
Disclaimer: Still not mine! L
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9:02 PM Wednesday
It was another shift, and another chance to bring a bad guy to justice. Time to make good for a society that was bent on producing so much bad. A second chance for a time when maybe you hadn't tried your hardest, didn't get the criminal. And it all started with your assignment.
"Nick, Warrick, you've got a possible homicide at the 'Lucky Cowboy.' See what you can find," said Grissom, sliding the case file across the break room table.
"Maybe not so lucky this time," mumbled Warrick as he trapped the file under his palm.
Grissom glanced down at the next file, "Catherine, B & E at 824 Bennett. Take Greg, he's been bugging me about getting on more cases."
"Yay," said Catherine sarcastically as Grissom handed her the case file.
Grissom looked down at the last file. 'Thank God for slow nights,' he thought.
He glanced at Sara. She absently picked at her nails, careful to avoid his gaze. Grissom bit the inside of his cheek, then took a breath.
"Sara."
She looked up.
"You and I have a double homicide. Brass thinks robbery is a possible motive," he looked at Sara, gaze unfaltering.
She blinked once, then slowly nodded.
"Ok," she said, a hint of disbelief in her voice.
"Ok," repeated Grissom, " Busy shift tonight. Let's get to work."
And with that, they all left. They didn't know that it was the last time they'd all be together before all hell broke loose.
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The ride to the crime scene was quiet. Sara leaned against the door, silently staring out the window, her forehead resting against the cool glass. Every now and then she would bring a hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn.
Grissom, on the other hand, was stealing glances at her from the corner of his eye. He wanted to reach out for her hand, but held tighter to the steering wheel every time the urge rose up in him. He tried to keep his focus on the road, but found it wandering towards her more and more often. He glanced at her soft face, which was made pale by the moonlight that filtered in through the windshield. Grissom couldn't remember a time when she had looked more beautiful.
He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard her speak.
"Right there," she said, sitting up in her seat and pointing towards a growing crowd.
Grissom carefully maneuvered through the crowd, tempted to lay on his horn. But the urge was quelled by the look on Sara's face.
"You can't get people to get off their butts to better themselves, but a crime is committed and they're out of their Lazy-boys faster then you can say two-for-one special," she mumbled.
Grissom chuckled and Sara raised an eyebrow at him before giving him a small smile. Grissom smiled back, then reached behind him for their kits. He handed Sara hers, and they both stepped out of the car.
Side by side they walked to the house. They pushed past the crowd of people and ducked under the yellow crime scene tape. Grissom placed a hand on Sara's back, and slowly guided her through the door. They immediately spotted Brass, giving orders from the living room.
"Hey guys. Busy night?" asked Jim, turning to the CSI's.
Grissom shook his head, "Not really. That's why you have two of us."
Brass smiled a grim smile, " And I've got two d.b.'s for you," he flipped open his notebook, " Michael and Sara Piper. Daughter found them when she got home from work. Looks like a robbery gone bad. Broken window over there, and the daughter said her mom's wedding band and dad's watch were missing. The vics musta come home at the wrong time."
Brass looked around the room, then back at Sara and Grissom. He nodded once.
"All yours now. I'll get the guys outta here, let you have the crime scene to yourselves. Last thing you need is any of these rookies botching your scene," he paused, then added, " I'll be outside if you need me."
Brass walked away, and Grissom and Sara were suddenly aware of how silent the house was. They smiled awkwardly at one another.
"I'll take the bedroom," said Sara, and she quickly walked away.
Grissom stared after her, then set down his kit. He looked around the living room and sighed. So many places to start. He settled for the broken window.
Five minutes had passed in silence. Piece by piece Grissom bagged evidence and put together different scenarios. He made his way over to the two blood stains, where the victims had been before David had moved them. He kneeled down in front of the smaller pool. His hand went up to his chin and he closely studied the stain. Then he heard it.
Thump.
Grissom's eyebrows furrowed. He kept still and listened carefully.
Thump… thump.
Grissom slowly got to his feet. His hand unconsciously went to his gun.
"Sara?" he called as he moved towards the bedroom.
He heard something being moved around. Grissom unclipped his holster as he stepped in front of the closed door. He tilted his head in curiosity. Why would Sara have the door closed? Slowly, he turned the knob and opened the door.
"Sara?" he said again as he peaked in.
Sara stood on the other side of the room, but as Grissom opened the door further, he saw she wasn't alone.
A man stood next to her, a gun to her head.
"Oh my God, Sara…"
"Grissom! Behind you!"
He heard Sara scream. He spun around, but it was too late. Something smashed against his head, and he fell to the floor. He blinked once, twice, then let the darkness engulf him as he passed out.
To be continued…