Chapter 10
Catherine was shocked. She and Sara got off to a very rocky start, but their friendship was building. It was so strong. Did she throw everything away just now? Catherine slowly backed up to the couch and heavily sat down. Pressing Grissom's jacket close to her own body she slowly began to weep.
Sara made her way to Catherine's house where just a couple of hours ago she was comforting her friend. Also, where a couple of hours ago, she received a brutal slap in the face from Catherine, and from reality. Catherine was right, but Sara could not let it go. She wanted to forgive her friend, but just couldn't. Sara knew she was being stubborn, just like always, but, the thought got pushed to the end of her mind she she reached her destination. Grissom was quickly found inside. "Hey, Sara, did you talk to Catherine.?" Sara nodded, "Yeah, I jotted down some questions and her responses. I don't know of how much help they will be, but who knows?" Grissom nodded thoughtfully. "Hey, Gris, um, tell me you found something. Please tell me you guys found some evidence." Sara's eyes pleaded with Grissom's. Pleaded for the answers, for Lindsey, for the culprit, pleaded for herself. "Sara, there's nothing here. Nothing at all. Nick, War, and I combed out the place. Nothing, zip." Sara let out a shaky breath. This couldn't be happening. She was going to fail Catherine again, not that it mattered at the moment. First, Eddy, now, Lindsey. No, she HAD to solve this case, she just had to.
"Has anyone checked outside? Has anyone checked with the bus route and the bus driver?" Sara was intently searching for answers and considerably raised her voice. Enough that Warrick and Nick appeared. "Hey, Sar, what's up?" Sara paid no heed to the newcomers. Grissom silently shook his head, answering Sara's questions. "Well, what the hell is wrong with you? Get the bus here right now, locate the driver, and get all of the kids that drove that bus here pronto. Our suspects could be skipping borderlines right now! You, Nick and Warrick, go up to the houses and ask people if they saw anything this morning. Come on, we have to do this. Why isn't anyone helping me? Move it, move, go, go, go!!! Damn it, Nick? War? Why the hell are you just standing there? Go!!!" Sara's sudden outburst surprised all three men. Grissom waved his hand at the other two to follow Sara's orders and they immediately left. Glad to be out of range of Sara's fury. "Um, Sara, are you all right? We're doing everything we can, we ARE helping you, you're not the only that is trying to find Lindsey, remember that." Sara fixed a deadly stare on Grissom. "Well, excuse me for trying to make the case go a little faster. I'm just trying to help out a frie.....Catherine, here. And all you're doing is slowing me down. I'm going to check outside for any evidence." With that she strode out of the house and to her blue Tahoe. There, grabbing her kit she made her way to the bus stop. Leaving a very stunned Grissom behind.
After asking a nearby officer where the bus stop is, Sara walked down the road and stood still, as if a kid waiting for the coming bus. She slowly turned around, a busy road to her left, a thicket of bushes on the right, and a sidewalk in front and behind her. There were no signs of a struggle or anything at all, no footprints either, none on the hard cement. 'Where could she have gone?' Sara suddenly took in the whole bush side. They were big, big enough to hide a grown person behind. 'Some one must've pulled her through the bushes, or she walked into them." Sara spotted a broken twig and some misplaced leaves on her right hand and she cautisouly separated the greenery. She uttered a gasp as she took in the amazing view. Someone had made a small refuge on the inside of all of the bushes. It was about five feet across and the same in width, someone was here on a stakeout.
Sara immediately began snapping pictures of everything. The cigaret butts on the ground, a small knife and a pair of scissors, hopefully used to make the small alcove, and everything else that looked suspicious. Food wrappings, footprints, two sets, a bottled drink. She snapped away furiously, finally needing to reload her film, she kneeled down. Taking out a fresh roll of film Sara bent her head to take out the old one and insert the new. Then, she heard the rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs, "Hey, Gris, look what I found..." Feeling a blunt object at her head, Sara's world went black.
Catherine was shocked. She and Sara got off to a very rocky start, but their friendship was building. It was so strong. Did she throw everything away just now? Catherine slowly backed up to the couch and heavily sat down. Pressing Grissom's jacket close to her own body she slowly began to weep.
Sara made her way to Catherine's house where just a couple of hours ago she was comforting her friend. Also, where a couple of hours ago, she received a brutal slap in the face from Catherine, and from reality. Catherine was right, but Sara could not let it go. She wanted to forgive her friend, but just couldn't. Sara knew she was being stubborn, just like always, but, the thought got pushed to the end of her mind she she reached her destination. Grissom was quickly found inside. "Hey, Sara, did you talk to Catherine.?" Sara nodded, "Yeah, I jotted down some questions and her responses. I don't know of how much help they will be, but who knows?" Grissom nodded thoughtfully. "Hey, Gris, um, tell me you found something. Please tell me you guys found some evidence." Sara's eyes pleaded with Grissom's. Pleaded for the answers, for Lindsey, for the culprit, pleaded for herself. "Sara, there's nothing here. Nothing at all. Nick, War, and I combed out the place. Nothing, zip." Sara let out a shaky breath. This couldn't be happening. She was going to fail Catherine again, not that it mattered at the moment. First, Eddy, now, Lindsey. No, she HAD to solve this case, she just had to.
"Has anyone checked outside? Has anyone checked with the bus route and the bus driver?" Sara was intently searching for answers and considerably raised her voice. Enough that Warrick and Nick appeared. "Hey, Sar, what's up?" Sara paid no heed to the newcomers. Grissom silently shook his head, answering Sara's questions. "Well, what the hell is wrong with you? Get the bus here right now, locate the driver, and get all of the kids that drove that bus here pronto. Our suspects could be skipping borderlines right now! You, Nick and Warrick, go up to the houses and ask people if they saw anything this morning. Come on, we have to do this. Why isn't anyone helping me? Move it, move, go, go, go!!! Damn it, Nick? War? Why the hell are you just standing there? Go!!!" Sara's sudden outburst surprised all three men. Grissom waved his hand at the other two to follow Sara's orders and they immediately left. Glad to be out of range of Sara's fury. "Um, Sara, are you all right? We're doing everything we can, we ARE helping you, you're not the only that is trying to find Lindsey, remember that." Sara fixed a deadly stare on Grissom. "Well, excuse me for trying to make the case go a little faster. I'm just trying to help out a frie.....Catherine, here. And all you're doing is slowing me down. I'm going to check outside for any evidence." With that she strode out of the house and to her blue Tahoe. There, grabbing her kit she made her way to the bus stop. Leaving a very stunned Grissom behind.
After asking a nearby officer where the bus stop is, Sara walked down the road and stood still, as if a kid waiting for the coming bus. She slowly turned around, a busy road to her left, a thicket of bushes on the right, and a sidewalk in front and behind her. There were no signs of a struggle or anything at all, no footprints either, none on the hard cement. 'Where could she have gone?' Sara suddenly took in the whole bush side. They were big, big enough to hide a grown person behind. 'Some one must've pulled her through the bushes, or she walked into them." Sara spotted a broken twig and some misplaced leaves on her right hand and she cautisouly separated the greenery. She uttered a gasp as she took in the amazing view. Someone had made a small refuge on the inside of all of the bushes. It was about five feet across and the same in width, someone was here on a stakeout.
Sara immediately began snapping pictures of everything. The cigaret butts on the ground, a small knife and a pair of scissors, hopefully used to make the small alcove, and everything else that looked suspicious. Food wrappings, footprints, two sets, a bottled drink. She snapped away furiously, finally needing to reload her film, she kneeled down. Taking out a fresh roll of film Sara bent her head to take out the old one and insert the new. Then, she heard the rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs, "Hey, Gris, look what I found..." Feeling a blunt object at her head, Sara's world went black.