Ya i know its been a while, but hey i cant help it when all the teachers
decide to cram everything on all at once. well yall have made it... this is
the big surprise chapter! I hope yall find it shocking and interesting.
Thanks again Peggie!
And.... on with the fic!
Part 4/?
Grissom and Catherine made their way up the stairs and into Sara's apartment.
"Griss, I'll take the bedroom and living room."
"Ok. I'll take the bathroom, and kitchen."
Catherine went over every inch of Sara's bedroom but found nothing. Her room was in perfect order, almost too perfect.
Grissom, on the other hand was on the verge of a discovery that nothing in the world could have prepared him for.
As he opened the cabinets under Sara's sink, he found a trashcan. Inside, was a narrow piece of plastic. It took a few seconds to register in his brain what it was, but when it did he nearly passed out.
"Catherine!" he yelled.
"What. Gil, I'm right here!"
"Sorry."
"Oh, my God. Is that, what I think it is?"
"Yeah. Cath. It is."
They both looked at each other, now confused, and even more concerned. ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:
Sara hadn't eaten since the night before, and she was dearly regretting that decision, as her stomach ached with hunger. Her stomach wasn't the only thing that was hurting. Her swollen cheek was causing more pain than anything.
Brandon walked into the room and pulled up a chair to sit across from her. She sat staring at him, and he back her. He began to smile.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just the purple of your bruise looks really good on you." He said sarcastically.
"Shut up!" she turned her head to the right to hide it from him.
"Ok, fine be that way." He said getting up and putting the chair back where he had found it.
"Thanks for the short visit, next time be sure to bring some food so I don't starve to death." She growled.
He didn't say anything as he disappeared into the opposing room, closing the door behind him as he exited.
He was gone for several hours; at least that was what Sara had assumed, since she had fallen asleep shortly after he left. The slamming of a door and a nauseous feeling had awoken her a few minutes ago. She could hear the shuffling of feet behind it, and then it opened. Brandon appeared carrying a brown bag. The smell that was emerging from it was nauseating to Sara.
"Here. Eat." He threw the bag next to her.
"What is it?"
"What do you care? If you're hungry enough you'll eat it."
She peeled open the bag and found a chicken sandwich. Immediately ill, she could no longer even think of eating. Her stomach was doing flips, and she could feel what little stomach contents she had rising.
"See ya." He said walking out the door.
She let out a load moan and threw the bag across the room at the door.
She prayed that she would make it out alive, and that she could see Grissom at least one more time to tell him.
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And.... on with the fic!
Part 4/?
Grissom and Catherine made their way up the stairs and into Sara's apartment.
"Griss, I'll take the bedroom and living room."
"Ok. I'll take the bathroom, and kitchen."
Catherine went over every inch of Sara's bedroom but found nothing. Her room was in perfect order, almost too perfect.
Grissom, on the other hand was on the verge of a discovery that nothing in the world could have prepared him for.
As he opened the cabinets under Sara's sink, he found a trashcan. Inside, was a narrow piece of plastic. It took a few seconds to register in his brain what it was, but when it did he nearly passed out.
"Catherine!" he yelled.
"What. Gil, I'm right here!"
"Sorry."
"Oh, my God. Is that, what I think it is?"
"Yeah. Cath. It is."
They both looked at each other, now confused, and even more concerned. ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:
Sara hadn't eaten since the night before, and she was dearly regretting that decision, as her stomach ached with hunger. Her stomach wasn't the only thing that was hurting. Her swollen cheek was causing more pain than anything.
Brandon walked into the room and pulled up a chair to sit across from her. She sat staring at him, and he back her. He began to smile.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just the purple of your bruise looks really good on you." He said sarcastically.
"Shut up!" she turned her head to the right to hide it from him.
"Ok, fine be that way." He said getting up and putting the chair back where he had found it.
"Thanks for the short visit, next time be sure to bring some food so I don't starve to death." She growled.
He didn't say anything as he disappeared into the opposing room, closing the door behind him as he exited.
He was gone for several hours; at least that was what Sara had assumed, since she had fallen asleep shortly after he left. The slamming of a door and a nauseous feeling had awoken her a few minutes ago. She could hear the shuffling of feet behind it, and then it opened. Brandon appeared carrying a brown bag. The smell that was emerging from it was nauseating to Sara.
"Here. Eat." He threw the bag next to her.
"What is it?"
"What do you care? If you're hungry enough you'll eat it."
She peeled open the bag and found a chicken sandwich. Immediately ill, she could no longer even think of eating. Her stomach was doing flips, and she could feel what little stomach contents she had rising.
"See ya." He said walking out the door.
She let out a load moan and threw the bag across the room at the door.
She prayed that she would make it out alive, and that she could see Grissom at least one more time to tell him.
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