Part 11
Later that evening, when they both awoke, Grissom prepared for work as Sara rested on the sofa. Her shoulder was causing her extreme pain, and there was nothing anyone could do to
Ease her pain.
Grissom entered the room se occupied and sat next to her.
"Sara, honey." He spoke softly as he brushed aside a few stray hairs from her pale face. "I can stay with you tonight if you want. I'm sure they can manage with out me."
"No Griss, I'll be fine, I kind of want to be alone right now anyways." She gave him a weak smile in attempt of reassuring him she would, "Honest, I'll be ok. I just need some time to think."
"Ok, baby. If you need me I have my cell, and my beeper, and you can reach me at the lab too, ok?"
"Ok Griss, but really I'll be fine.
"Ok, just make sure all the windows and doors are locked." He said rubbing her cheek softly and kissing her lips.
"I will." She said quietly.
"Ok." He said getting up, and walking towards the door.
"Would you like me to bring anything home for breakfast?"
She answered his question with a silent nod.
Whispering a soft goodbye, he stepped out the door, locking it behind him.
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Brandon sat outside and watched as Grissom walked out the door, he looked around a couple times, before deciding it was ok, but if he only knew it wasn't.
An evil smirk crept across his lips as he watched the blue Tahoe drive off and he thought to himself, "Let the games begin."
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Sara stayed in her position on the couch for a while before the growling of her stomach persuaded her to eat.
Being hungry was becoming a familiar feeling, one she was sure was not going to go away for a while. Looking at the digital clock on the microwave, the blue numbers read 12:36. She then established it was time for a midnight snack.
Opening the fridge she found that nothing occupying the space seemed desirable.
Picking up the phone and dialing the memorized number she waited for him to pick up.
"Grissom." He answered.
"Hi." She said more frustrated.
"Sara are you ok?"
"Fine, I'd better though if there was some sort of food in this place." She sighed closing a cupboard. "Do you think you could bring some sort of food home on your break?"
"Sure baby, what do you feel like?"
"Anything." She paused to think about what she had just said, "Ok, never mind, how about a pizza. With everything?" it came out as more of a question than a request.
Grissom laughed silently at her request. "Even the meat?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, well, I'll be able to take my break in about half an hour. Do you think you can wait till then?" he asked awaiting a reply, but received none.
On Sara's end of the line, everything went dead and dark. Immediately she knew who was there waiting and wanting her.
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Grissom called after Sara, praying she had only accidentally dropped the phone. But his hopes were in vain, and he received no answer.
Running at full speed he grabbed Brass by the arm and pulled him to the car. Climbing in, with Brass doing the same but questioning Grissom, he pushed the gas pedal and took off, explaining everything to Brass on the way.
Brass, comprehending what he had just been told, spoke into the radio, telling all available units in the area of Grissom home, to report there.
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Sara stood in silence, not even breathing, praying she would be rescued in some way, and fast.
Just as a silent tear crept from the corner of her eye and fell, the lights regained their illumines glow, and the phone rang. Jerking it from the side table she had set it on and frantically answered "Grissom?" but was answered by a deep rough laugh. "Guess again sweetheart."
Brandon loved the chase. It was always fun. This was the part of the game when he manipulated and tortured people.
"What do you see in him anyways? He's almost as old as your dad."
Sara did not speak.
"What's wrong Sara? Before I couldn't even shut you up, and now you won't even talk to me." he mocked.
She still didn't reply, only a few more silent tears escaped.
"I'm sorry to have to do this Sara, but you just don't listen. I am the only man good enough for you. Look at everything I have done and sacrificed for you."
Sara still remained silent.
"I'm not going to take this Sara. You only have two choices: me, or no one. What's it going to be?"
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Grissom barely stopped the car before it almost ran into the brick wall of the apartment complex. Running up to the door and pushing it open, not even realizing that he was cracked, ran in and found Sara standing in the middle of the room holding the phone.
Seeing him she dropped the phone ran to him, allowing him to embrace her as she wept.
Brass walked in moments later and awaited the appropriate time to speak. When that moment arose he explained his findings. "It looks like the lock was picked, that would explain why the door was cracked. Just a few seconds later and…" he trailed off with the rest of his sentence. He did not want to cause any more pain or worry for his two companions. "We need to get you guys somewhere safer."
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Brandon watched as the scene before him unfolded. Two police cars, along with the vehicle Grissom and that other man had arrived in. He was certain he had had her, but he did not fret; this was all part of the chase.
He needed to get away, he needed a new plan. He couldn't go back to hs car, he would be caught for sure; and at that very moment, as if it were a God send, a couple parked their car next to the bushes in which he was hiding in. His lips curled at the corners at the thought of what he would do. This was all part of the chase.
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Sara crawled into the backseat of the car, Grissom following closely behind her. Sitting in silence momentarily, neither looking anywhere other than straight ahead.
Sara was the first to break the silence, her words resounded in the cab of the SUV like the echo of a valley. You could hear here words coming from all directions. "Grissom I don't feel safe. I just feel like every time he tries this he is just going to get closer and closer to what he wants" she paused, "me." she said falling into his arms. "At first I could at least pretend that this was going to get better, I even had myself fooled that it would, but obviously not. I know he's only going to keep getting closer."
Rubbing her back up and down trying to comfort her he spoke softly, his words not having as strong as effect of Sara's sudden ones. "Sara, sweetie, we are going to get him, nothing can stop us from catching him right now. Everyone at the lab is working on this case. We will bring him to justice. Please baby, be strong just a bit longer."
Before another word was spoken, a loud ring penetrated the cold air of the cab of the car. After fumbling to get the phone out of its holster, he answered it, knowing he would regret doing so. "Grissom." it was Catherine. "No… Brandon tried to break into our home…. No but we got to her in time… No she's fine, a bit shaken up though." Sara laid against him, mentally filling in the rest of the conversation. "Ok. , I'll be there soon… sure…bye."
What was that all about?"
"Nothing baby, don't worry about it." he said and kept quiet till they reached CSI.
Once they arrived, many people gathered around Sara to greet her on her return, but she quickly found refuge in the quite and empty break room.
There she found a large pizza. Deducting that it was more then likely Nick's and Warrick's, she helped herself, and after devouring two pieces, she made her way down the dreary hall of the lab to Greg's "office".
The cheery lab rat leaped for joy off his stool when he saw her, and greeted her with a friendly smile and a cautious hug, being careful of her sore shoulder.
Greg filled her in on all the gossip before she made her way in search of Grissom. Opening the door to layout room three, she immediately discovered why it was closed.
"So Brandon really killed the man at the hotel, and my neighbors?"
"Yea-" Catherine halted the rest of the word from escaping her mouth realizing Sara had walked into the room.
Grissom turned around to see an upset Sara standing in the middle of the door way. Walking towards her and embracing her, hoping to sooth her worries he spoke softly, "It's all going to be ok Sara, I promise honey."
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Later that evening, when they both awoke, Grissom prepared for work as Sara rested on the sofa. Her shoulder was causing her extreme pain, and there was nothing anyone could do to
Ease her pain.
Grissom entered the room se occupied and sat next to her.
"Sara, honey." He spoke softly as he brushed aside a few stray hairs from her pale face. "I can stay with you tonight if you want. I'm sure they can manage with out me."
"No Griss, I'll be fine, I kind of want to be alone right now anyways." She gave him a weak smile in attempt of reassuring him she would, "Honest, I'll be ok. I just need some time to think."
"Ok, baby. If you need me I have my cell, and my beeper, and you can reach me at the lab too, ok?"
"Ok Griss, but really I'll be fine.
"Ok, just make sure all the windows and doors are locked." He said rubbing her cheek softly and kissing her lips.
"I will." She said quietly.
"Ok." He said getting up, and walking towards the door.
"Would you like me to bring anything home for breakfast?"
She answered his question with a silent nod.
Whispering a soft goodbye, he stepped out the door, locking it behind him.
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Brandon sat outside and watched as Grissom walked out the door, he looked around a couple times, before deciding it was ok, but if he only knew it wasn't.
An evil smirk crept across his lips as he watched the blue Tahoe drive off and he thought to himself, "Let the games begin."
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Sara stayed in her position on the couch for a while before the growling of her stomach persuaded her to eat.
Being hungry was becoming a familiar feeling, one she was sure was not going to go away for a while. Looking at the digital clock on the microwave, the blue numbers read 12:36. She then established it was time for a midnight snack.
Opening the fridge she found that nothing occupying the space seemed desirable.
Picking up the phone and dialing the memorized number she waited for him to pick up.
"Grissom." He answered.
"Hi." She said more frustrated.
"Sara are you ok?"
"Fine, I'd better though if there was some sort of food in this place." She sighed closing a cupboard. "Do you think you could bring some sort of food home on your break?"
"Sure baby, what do you feel like?"
"Anything." She paused to think about what she had just said, "Ok, never mind, how about a pizza. With everything?" it came out as more of a question than a request.
Grissom laughed silently at her request. "Even the meat?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, well, I'll be able to take my break in about half an hour. Do you think you can wait till then?" he asked awaiting a reply, but received none.
On Sara's end of the line, everything went dead and dark. Immediately she knew who was there waiting and wanting her.
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Grissom called after Sara, praying she had only accidentally dropped the phone. But his hopes were in vain, and he received no answer.
Running at full speed he grabbed Brass by the arm and pulled him to the car. Climbing in, with Brass doing the same but questioning Grissom, he pushed the gas pedal and took off, explaining everything to Brass on the way.
Brass, comprehending what he had just been told, spoke into the radio, telling all available units in the area of Grissom home, to report there.
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Sara stood in silence, not even breathing, praying she would be rescued in some way, and fast.
Just as a silent tear crept from the corner of her eye and fell, the lights regained their illumines glow, and the phone rang. Jerking it from the side table she had set it on and frantically answered "Grissom?" but was answered by a deep rough laugh. "Guess again sweetheart."
Brandon loved the chase. It was always fun. This was the part of the game when he manipulated and tortured people.
"What do you see in him anyways? He's almost as old as your dad."
Sara did not speak.
"What's wrong Sara? Before I couldn't even shut you up, and now you won't even talk to me." he mocked.
She still didn't reply, only a few more silent tears escaped.
"I'm sorry to have to do this Sara, but you just don't listen. I am the only man good enough for you. Look at everything I have done and sacrificed for you."
Sara still remained silent.
"I'm not going to take this Sara. You only have two choices: me, or no one. What's it going to be?"
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Grissom barely stopped the car before it almost ran into the brick wall of the apartment complex. Running up to the door and pushing it open, not even realizing that he was cracked, ran in and found Sara standing in the middle of the room holding the phone.
Seeing him she dropped the phone ran to him, allowing him to embrace her as she wept.
Brass walked in moments later and awaited the appropriate time to speak. When that moment arose he explained his findings. "It looks like the lock was picked, that would explain why the door was cracked. Just a few seconds later and…" he trailed off with the rest of his sentence. He did not want to cause any more pain or worry for his two companions. "We need to get you guys somewhere safer."
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Brandon watched as the scene before him unfolded. Two police cars, along with the vehicle Grissom and that other man had arrived in. He was certain he had had her, but he did not fret; this was all part of the chase.
He needed to get away, he needed a new plan. He couldn't go back to hs car, he would be caught for sure; and at that very moment, as if it were a God send, a couple parked their car next to the bushes in which he was hiding in. His lips curled at the corners at the thought of what he would do. This was all part of the chase.
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Sara crawled into the backseat of the car, Grissom following closely behind her. Sitting in silence momentarily, neither looking anywhere other than straight ahead.
Sara was the first to break the silence, her words resounded in the cab of the SUV like the echo of a valley. You could hear here words coming from all directions. "Grissom I don't feel safe. I just feel like every time he tries this he is just going to get closer and closer to what he wants" she paused, "me." she said falling into his arms. "At first I could at least pretend that this was going to get better, I even had myself fooled that it would, but obviously not. I know he's only going to keep getting closer."
Rubbing her back up and down trying to comfort her he spoke softly, his words not having as strong as effect of Sara's sudden ones. "Sara, sweetie, we are going to get him, nothing can stop us from catching him right now. Everyone at the lab is working on this case. We will bring him to justice. Please baby, be strong just a bit longer."
Before another word was spoken, a loud ring penetrated the cold air of the cab of the car. After fumbling to get the phone out of its holster, he answered it, knowing he would regret doing so. "Grissom." it was Catherine. "No… Brandon tried to break into our home…. No but we got to her in time… No she's fine, a bit shaken up though." Sara laid against him, mentally filling in the rest of the conversation. "Ok. , I'll be there soon… sure…bye."
What was that all about?"
"Nothing baby, don't worry about it." he said and kept quiet till they reached CSI.
Once they arrived, many people gathered around Sara to greet her on her return, but she quickly found refuge in the quite and empty break room.
There she found a large pizza. Deducting that it was more then likely Nick's and Warrick's, she helped herself, and after devouring two pieces, she made her way down the dreary hall of the lab to Greg's "office".
The cheery lab rat leaped for joy off his stool when he saw her, and greeted her with a friendly smile and a cautious hug, being careful of her sore shoulder.
Greg filled her in on all the gossip before she made her way in search of Grissom. Opening the door to layout room three, she immediately discovered why it was closed.
"So Brandon really killed the man at the hotel, and my neighbors?"
"Yea-" Catherine halted the rest of the word from escaping her mouth realizing Sara had walked into the room.
Grissom turned around to see an upset Sara standing in the middle of the door way. Walking towards her and embracing her, hoping to sooth her worries he spoke softly, "It's all going to be ok Sara, I promise honey."
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