Chapter 5
And there he stood, behind the closed door, not knowing what to do. The love of his life had just turned him away. "What did I do wrong this time?" he thought, even though he might be the smartest CSI in Las Vegas, he couldn't figure out his own problems. "I didn't tell her, did I? Didn't tell her that I love her, no, I didn't. She still doesn't know." His hand subconsciously traveled up to his face where a small imprint of a hand could be seen. He deeply sighed and walked away from Sara's apartment. He sat in his Tahoe thinking, waiting, waiting for the pain to go away.
Sara reeled back as the door slammed on the face of her one true love. She walked in a trance all the way to her bedroom and collapsed upon her bed. The tears came willingly. Her soul was hurt, shattered, the only man that she fully trusted and loved, had hurt her, hurt her deeply. She let the sobs rock her body, until finally she fell asleep, exhausted, spent, still hurting. She awoke a couple of hours later to her cell phone. Desperately hoping that it was not Grissom, she looked at the caller ID: Catherine Willows. Sara slowly pressed the talk button and held the phone to her ear, "Sidle." She heard a sharp intake of breath on the other side before catherine started rambling, "Sara, Sara, it's Catherine." Sara's mind was reeling, what happened? Was something the matter? Was it Gris? "Yes, Catherine. Hi, is everything ok?" She thought that she heard sniffles on the other end, "No, no Sara, it's Lindsey," Sara froze, her breath caught in her windpipe, "Lindsey, she's gone! She's gone sara, she's not here. Someone took her, someone kidnapped her, our house, it's all ransacked, and my baby isn't here. Oh, Sara, what am I going to do? My baby, MY baby isn't here!!!" The older woman burst into tears but Sara quickly recovered, "Catherine, don't worry. We'll find your Lindsey, just don't worry, everything will be all right. Now, take a deep breath and tell me what happened." Catherine quieted down and started all over. "I was going to her school to pick her up, but she never showed up. I went into the school and the teachers said she wasn't there at all today. But, she left, I saw her get on that bus. I saw her get on that damned bus!!" Sara was seeing that this was not very helpful. "OK, Catherine? Calm down, where are you right now?" "I'm at my house Sara, I don't know what to do. I called you first...I just don't know what to do." Sara quickly grabbed a nearby jacket and went in search of her keys. "Catherine, stay right there, don't move ok? And don't touch anything at all in your house, it is a crime scene." She heard a shaky ok on the other end and hurriedly hung up. She practically sprinted out of her apartment and to her car. She suddenly stopped, as if an invisible barrier had smashed into her. She had noticed Grissom's car. She sidetracked her steps and hurriedly went over to the blue Tahoe. Grissom was still sitting there, staring straight ahead, in a trance. She impatiently knocked on the window, forgetting the previous events of the day. "Gris, Gris!! Damn it, Grissom, wake up!!!" The man slowly turned his head and saw a desperate, irritated Sara. He immediately jumped out of his car, the trance completely gone. "What's wrong Sara, what is it?" Sara, unabashed, told him the story. "Now, I want you to hurry up and go to the lab. Wait there until I call, maybe we'll be able to figure this out fast. But, I have to talk to Catherine first, she's waiting for me, I don't think she's doing very well." She suddenly remembered that she wasn't working for Grissom anymore and Grissom read her mind. "Um, Sara, remember.." She thrust her hand into the breast pocket of his shirt and pulled out her ID. "This is temporarily on hold, I have to help my friend." With that she strode off, not waiting for Grissom to reply, afraid of his reaction. She securely tucked the small plastic card into her own pocket and jumped into her car. Furiously shifting to drive, Sara fled out of the parking lot.
And there he stood, behind the closed door, not knowing what to do. The love of his life had just turned him away. "What did I do wrong this time?" he thought, even though he might be the smartest CSI in Las Vegas, he couldn't figure out his own problems. "I didn't tell her, did I? Didn't tell her that I love her, no, I didn't. She still doesn't know." His hand subconsciously traveled up to his face where a small imprint of a hand could be seen. He deeply sighed and walked away from Sara's apartment. He sat in his Tahoe thinking, waiting, waiting for the pain to go away.
Sara reeled back as the door slammed on the face of her one true love. She walked in a trance all the way to her bedroom and collapsed upon her bed. The tears came willingly. Her soul was hurt, shattered, the only man that she fully trusted and loved, had hurt her, hurt her deeply. She let the sobs rock her body, until finally she fell asleep, exhausted, spent, still hurting. She awoke a couple of hours later to her cell phone. Desperately hoping that it was not Grissom, she looked at the caller ID: Catherine Willows. Sara slowly pressed the talk button and held the phone to her ear, "Sidle." She heard a sharp intake of breath on the other side before catherine started rambling, "Sara, Sara, it's Catherine." Sara's mind was reeling, what happened? Was something the matter? Was it Gris? "Yes, Catherine. Hi, is everything ok?" She thought that she heard sniffles on the other end, "No, no Sara, it's Lindsey," Sara froze, her breath caught in her windpipe, "Lindsey, she's gone! She's gone sara, she's not here. Someone took her, someone kidnapped her, our house, it's all ransacked, and my baby isn't here. Oh, Sara, what am I going to do? My baby, MY baby isn't here!!!" The older woman burst into tears but Sara quickly recovered, "Catherine, don't worry. We'll find your Lindsey, just don't worry, everything will be all right. Now, take a deep breath and tell me what happened." Catherine quieted down and started all over. "I was going to her school to pick her up, but she never showed up. I went into the school and the teachers said she wasn't there at all today. But, she left, I saw her get on that bus. I saw her get on that damned bus!!" Sara was seeing that this was not very helpful. "OK, Catherine? Calm down, where are you right now?" "I'm at my house Sara, I don't know what to do. I called you first...I just don't know what to do." Sara quickly grabbed a nearby jacket and went in search of her keys. "Catherine, stay right there, don't move ok? And don't touch anything at all in your house, it is a crime scene." She heard a shaky ok on the other end and hurriedly hung up. She practically sprinted out of her apartment and to her car. She suddenly stopped, as if an invisible barrier had smashed into her. She had noticed Grissom's car. She sidetracked her steps and hurriedly went over to the blue Tahoe. Grissom was still sitting there, staring straight ahead, in a trance. She impatiently knocked on the window, forgetting the previous events of the day. "Gris, Gris!! Damn it, Grissom, wake up!!!" The man slowly turned his head and saw a desperate, irritated Sara. He immediately jumped out of his car, the trance completely gone. "What's wrong Sara, what is it?" Sara, unabashed, told him the story. "Now, I want you to hurry up and go to the lab. Wait there until I call, maybe we'll be able to figure this out fast. But, I have to talk to Catherine first, she's waiting for me, I don't think she's doing very well." She suddenly remembered that she wasn't working for Grissom anymore and Grissom read her mind. "Um, Sara, remember.." She thrust her hand into the breast pocket of his shirt and pulled out her ID. "This is temporarily on hold, I have to help my friend." With that she strode off, not waiting for Grissom to reply, afraid of his reaction. She securely tucked the small plastic card into her own pocket and jumped into her car. Furiously shifting to drive, Sara fled out of the parking lot.