Chapter 6
So Grissom just stood there, rooted to the ground, and he saw Sidle's Tahoe tail it out of the apartment complex, breaking all speed limits. "Yes!!" His mind screamed, "I got Sara back, she's working for me again. Thank you!!!" He then speedily sat himself in his own car and sped of to the lab. He arrived there in record time and ran into the lab. Warrick and Nick were there, at the table, engrossed in arm wrestling. Both were so into the silly game that they did not hear Grissom walk in. "Excuse me..." Grissom stopped right in front of the CSI's, "Oh shit," Warrick muttered and immediately relaxed his hand, losing the match. "Hah, see? I told you I could beat you." Warrick immediately bolted upright and stood by Grissom, and as the excitement wore off, Nick too noticed. "Oh, um, hi Grissom... We were uh...all..uh... done, with our, um, cases." Grissom cocked an eyebrow and Nick hushed. "Gentlemen, we have a problem." And in a few words Girssom explained Catherine's problem to the two men and fell silent, looking for a reaction. As the first shock wore off, Warrick was the first to recover, "Come on man, what are you standing there for? Let's go, there's a crime scene out there, calling our name. We have to work fast so we can get Lindsey back to Catherine." He made a move towards the door, but Grissom, who was blocking it, did not move. Finally, Nick chimed in, "Come on Gris, stop playing around, let us through, we have to go see Catherine, she must be so upset right now. We're her friends, we have to comfort her." Warrick silently looked around, Sara wasn't there. "Hey, yo, boss. Where's Sara? Isn't she like always here?" grissom jerked his head towards the young, black man, " Warrick, Sara went to comfort Catherine. I was at her apartment, and when I left, she ran out and told me. Sara said that she would call when the time was right. When she soothed Catherine." Warrick nodded but Nick caught on, "Hey, Gris, what were you doing at Sara's apartment?" Grissom slowly turned his head from Warrick to Nick Stokes, "Nick, I'll tell you later. Right now, get some coffee and get ready for a double shift." Grissom's eyes clouded and he stood deep in thought. Neither Warrick nor Nick wanted to press the matter, seeing what shape their boss was in, so they accepted the sorry excuse. Getting three cups of strong black coffee, the three CSI's sat opposite one another at the table, and began to wait.
Sara's brakes squealed as she stopped at Catherine's door. She all but ran out and rang the bell about a hundred times. Catherine immediately opened the door, as if she was standing right by it. "Oh." Sara uttered. Catherine looked horrible. Her hair was uncombed and tangled all around her face. The mascara ran a long time ago, and now dried on the older woman's skin. "Hi, Sara, thanks for coming so fast. I know, I look terrible, but you have to help me. You have to help me find my baby." Catherine looked ready to collapse so Sara gathered her in a big hug and stepped over the threshold, gingerly knocking the door closed with her foot. Still wrapped in Sara's embrace, the two women sat on the couch. Sara lifted Catherine's chin up to look at her. "Come on, Catherine, let's get you washed up. Don't go anywhere...stay right there...we don't want to contaminate the crime scene." Catherine nodded her head and Sara heard a sharp intake of breath at the word crime scene. Sara was feeling very sorry for Catherine. How many cases had they seen like this? Child goes missing, parents go crazy, child surfaces...dead. Not all cases were like this, though, just most.
So Grissom just stood there, rooted to the ground, and he saw Sidle's Tahoe tail it out of the apartment complex, breaking all speed limits. "Yes!!" His mind screamed, "I got Sara back, she's working for me again. Thank you!!!" He then speedily sat himself in his own car and sped of to the lab. He arrived there in record time and ran into the lab. Warrick and Nick were there, at the table, engrossed in arm wrestling. Both were so into the silly game that they did not hear Grissom walk in. "Excuse me..." Grissom stopped right in front of the CSI's, "Oh shit," Warrick muttered and immediately relaxed his hand, losing the match. "Hah, see? I told you I could beat you." Warrick immediately bolted upright and stood by Grissom, and as the excitement wore off, Nick too noticed. "Oh, um, hi Grissom... We were uh...all..uh... done, with our, um, cases." Grissom cocked an eyebrow and Nick hushed. "Gentlemen, we have a problem." And in a few words Girssom explained Catherine's problem to the two men and fell silent, looking for a reaction. As the first shock wore off, Warrick was the first to recover, "Come on man, what are you standing there for? Let's go, there's a crime scene out there, calling our name. We have to work fast so we can get Lindsey back to Catherine." He made a move towards the door, but Grissom, who was blocking it, did not move. Finally, Nick chimed in, "Come on Gris, stop playing around, let us through, we have to go see Catherine, she must be so upset right now. We're her friends, we have to comfort her." Warrick silently looked around, Sara wasn't there. "Hey, yo, boss. Where's Sara? Isn't she like always here?" grissom jerked his head towards the young, black man, " Warrick, Sara went to comfort Catherine. I was at her apartment, and when I left, she ran out and told me. Sara said that she would call when the time was right. When she soothed Catherine." Warrick nodded but Nick caught on, "Hey, Gris, what were you doing at Sara's apartment?" Grissom slowly turned his head from Warrick to Nick Stokes, "Nick, I'll tell you later. Right now, get some coffee and get ready for a double shift." Grissom's eyes clouded and he stood deep in thought. Neither Warrick nor Nick wanted to press the matter, seeing what shape their boss was in, so they accepted the sorry excuse. Getting three cups of strong black coffee, the three CSI's sat opposite one another at the table, and began to wait.
Sara's brakes squealed as she stopped at Catherine's door. She all but ran out and rang the bell about a hundred times. Catherine immediately opened the door, as if she was standing right by it. "Oh." Sara uttered. Catherine looked horrible. Her hair was uncombed and tangled all around her face. The mascara ran a long time ago, and now dried on the older woman's skin. "Hi, Sara, thanks for coming so fast. I know, I look terrible, but you have to help me. You have to help me find my baby." Catherine looked ready to collapse so Sara gathered her in a big hug and stepped over the threshold, gingerly knocking the door closed with her foot. Still wrapped in Sara's embrace, the two women sat on the couch. Sara lifted Catherine's chin up to look at her. "Come on, Catherine, let's get you washed up. Don't go anywhere...stay right there...we don't want to contaminate the crime scene." Catherine nodded her head and Sara heard a sharp intake of breath at the word crime scene. Sara was feeling very sorry for Catherine. How many cases had they seen like this? Child goes missing, parents go crazy, child surfaces...dead. Not all cases were like this, though, just most.