Chapter 11
Catherine was nervously pacing Brass's office. She was done crying, it wouldn't help anyway. She should be out on the field, helping solve the crime, not stand here at the lab doing nothing. Brass had checked in on her and said that he was working on finding her Lindsey. An alert was already being printed in the evening paper and another would be fed live on the evening news. Catherine hardly acknowledged him and said a barely audible thank you.
Another half hour went by and no one called, no one came into the lab bearing loads of evidence. Nothing. It's like everyone disappeared and left her in a nightmare. 'That's it. I'm not waiting anymore.' Catherine briskly walked out of the older man's office and went to the break room. There, she spotted her purse and snatching that up she ran outside. In the cool autumn air, she hailed a lab. Telling the elderly man her address she asked him to hurry. Catherine was acutely watching everything that was going on. She gazed at the familiar bus stop as the cab slowed down because of all the traffic in Catherine's drive way. She noted a commotion in the bushes but didn't even give it a second thought, there were lots of animals here, cats, dogs, it was probably one of Mrs. Field's cats.
She quickly paid the fare and literally jumped out of the car. She ducked past patrolling officers and finally was in her own home. No child greeted her there, though. "Gris? Grissom where are you?!?" Catherine was desperate she needed someone to talk to, someone to lean on, someone like...Sara. Sure Nicky, War, and Grissom were there, but a woman's sorrow can be better helped by another woman, who understands the pain, who HAS been through pain. Grissom immediately emerged from around the corner and saw catherine. "Catherine, honey, what are you doing here? You should be back at the CSI HQ, not here." Catherine was about to have an emotional break down. "Grissom, I couldn't stay there and do nothing. Everyone just left me, even Sara. I was all alone, all alone!" She began to shake uncontrollably and cry. Grissom immediately gathered her in a bear hug and the two stood there, rocking back and forth. "Don't worry Catherine, no one left you, Sara wanted to help too, that's all. You know how restless she gets. Don't worry, I'll go find her and she'll take you somewhere where you can talk and sort this mess out." Catherine opened her teary eyes, "No, Grissom. Sara doesn't want to see me, she doesn't. She hates me, she HATES me Grissom!!!" Anger was boiling inside of Grissom. How could Sara do this? When Catherine needed her so badly, how could she leave her friend all alone?
"Wait right here, Catherine. I'll go get Sara, she went outside a just little while ago." Catherine nodded, then Grissom's words registered, "Outside? I didn't see her. I took a cab over here and I didn't see Sara out there." A small tint of worry colored Grissom's mind. 'Not outside? Where would she be?' "I'll be right back, don't worry, I'll find her." Grissom ushered out the door in search of Sara. He saw no one, waving an office over to himself, he asked where the bus stop was. Getting directions, Grissom quickly walked over to the spot. He immediately recognized the side of the bush thicket that was tampered with and carefully separating the thick leaves, he peeked in.
He couldn't believe it. A lab kit lay upset on the ground of the alcove, its contents spread all over the place. He knew it was Sara's because he recognized her hand writing on the tag. A little ways off, he saw a roll of film that was half covered with dust. 'Sara!' He immediately stepped back and onto the sidewalk, where he collected his thoughts. 'Ok, Sara might be in trouble. Where did she go? Did the kidnapper get her too?' He flashed out his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. As he waited in silence for the cops to arrive, a thought struck him. 'I'll try calling her, maybe she just wandered off, following the evidence. Maybe, I called the police for nothing after all. Hah.' He pressed in the number that was memorized by heart, and awaited for that angelic voice on the other end to say, "Sidle." He never heard the voice, and soon afterwards, the long awaited sirens came.
Catherine was nervously pacing Brass's office. She was done crying, it wouldn't help anyway. She should be out on the field, helping solve the crime, not stand here at the lab doing nothing. Brass had checked in on her and said that he was working on finding her Lindsey. An alert was already being printed in the evening paper and another would be fed live on the evening news. Catherine hardly acknowledged him and said a barely audible thank you.
Another half hour went by and no one called, no one came into the lab bearing loads of evidence. Nothing. It's like everyone disappeared and left her in a nightmare. 'That's it. I'm not waiting anymore.' Catherine briskly walked out of the older man's office and went to the break room. There, she spotted her purse and snatching that up she ran outside. In the cool autumn air, she hailed a lab. Telling the elderly man her address she asked him to hurry. Catherine was acutely watching everything that was going on. She gazed at the familiar bus stop as the cab slowed down because of all the traffic in Catherine's drive way. She noted a commotion in the bushes but didn't even give it a second thought, there were lots of animals here, cats, dogs, it was probably one of Mrs. Field's cats.
She quickly paid the fare and literally jumped out of the car. She ducked past patrolling officers and finally was in her own home. No child greeted her there, though. "Gris? Grissom where are you?!?" Catherine was desperate she needed someone to talk to, someone to lean on, someone like...Sara. Sure Nicky, War, and Grissom were there, but a woman's sorrow can be better helped by another woman, who understands the pain, who HAS been through pain. Grissom immediately emerged from around the corner and saw catherine. "Catherine, honey, what are you doing here? You should be back at the CSI HQ, not here." Catherine was about to have an emotional break down. "Grissom, I couldn't stay there and do nothing. Everyone just left me, even Sara. I was all alone, all alone!" She began to shake uncontrollably and cry. Grissom immediately gathered her in a bear hug and the two stood there, rocking back and forth. "Don't worry Catherine, no one left you, Sara wanted to help too, that's all. You know how restless she gets. Don't worry, I'll go find her and she'll take you somewhere where you can talk and sort this mess out." Catherine opened her teary eyes, "No, Grissom. Sara doesn't want to see me, she doesn't. She hates me, she HATES me Grissom!!!" Anger was boiling inside of Grissom. How could Sara do this? When Catherine needed her so badly, how could she leave her friend all alone?
"Wait right here, Catherine. I'll go get Sara, she went outside a just little while ago." Catherine nodded, then Grissom's words registered, "Outside? I didn't see her. I took a cab over here and I didn't see Sara out there." A small tint of worry colored Grissom's mind. 'Not outside? Where would she be?' "I'll be right back, don't worry, I'll find her." Grissom ushered out the door in search of Sara. He saw no one, waving an office over to himself, he asked where the bus stop was. Getting directions, Grissom quickly walked over to the spot. He immediately recognized the side of the bush thicket that was tampered with and carefully separating the thick leaves, he peeked in.
He couldn't believe it. A lab kit lay upset on the ground of the alcove, its contents spread all over the place. He knew it was Sara's because he recognized her hand writing on the tag. A little ways off, he saw a roll of film that was half covered with dust. 'Sara!' He immediately stepped back and onto the sidewalk, where he collected his thoughts. 'Ok, Sara might be in trouble. Where did she go? Did the kidnapper get her too?' He flashed out his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. As he waited in silence for the cops to arrive, a thought struck him. 'I'll try calling her, maybe she just wandered off, following the evidence. Maybe, I called the police for nothing after all. Hah.' He pressed in the number that was memorized by heart, and awaited for that angelic voice on the other end to say, "Sidle." He never heard the voice, and soon afterwards, the long awaited sirens came.