Chapter 14
Sara woke up to Lindsey's screams. The little girl was asking for her mother again. Sara tried everything to quiet down the child, but she just wouldn't hush. Sara quietly noticed how her stomach rumbled. She could scarcely keep her mind on the poor child than her stomach. "Lindsey, Lindsey, it's all right. You'll see your Mommy, you will. It might take a little while, but I'll do everything I can to make sure you can see her again. Ok?" Lindsey didn't hear Sara above her wails and kept on crying. Sara heard the footsteps again and fear gripped her stomach almost as hard as hunger. Shelly opened the door and stood there with an angry scowl on her face. The light was turned on now. Sara looked at the woman's face, it wasn't very pretty. Her eyes were blood shot and her face ghostly pale. The smell of alcohol wafted towards Sara and she shuddered. "Shut up! Shut up right now. I can hear you all the way at the house. Shut up!" Sara quickly made a mental note. Their 'prison' was probably not a basement, but something else. A cellar maybe? But not a basement, according to the woman. Sara gathered Lindsey in her arms. "Leave her alone, you..you..." Not wanting to say the word in front of the child Sara fell silent. "What? Huh, what? Huh? You little wretch, I'll teach you." The woman advanced toward the bed trying to hit the little girl. Lindsey ducked behind Sara and the other tried to block Shelly's punch. But she couldn't. Sara was much weaker than she thought and the punch fell on her arm. She winced in pain and the woman made to try again. "Leave her alone!!! Lindsey, go, go over there." Lindsey was looking at Sara's pain stricken face. "No, Sara, I wanna stay here with you." Sara couldn't believe it, "Come on Linds, just stay in that corner over there. Ok? Here, take the blanket." As Sara talked, blows rained down upon her back. She winced in pain as the little girl stumbled over to the farthest corner, dragging the blanket behind her. Sitting down, she huddled in the little corner.
Sara finally turned around to face the mad woman. The other raised her hand again and noticed the child had moved. She made a move to go around the bed but Sara blocked her. "Get away," she said weakly, "Go away!" Shelly smirked, "Not before the child is punished. She must know it is wrong to scream in the middle of the night." Sara was beyond weak now: she was cold, hurt, hungry. She got up and moved around the bed, facing Shelly, ready to protect Catherine's child. "Move now, or you will get the same treatment as her." Shelly pointed a bony finger at Lindsey's corner. Sara held her ground. Shelly's eyes flashed with anger, "You asked for it." Shelly raised her hand and struck Sara on the face. "Sara!!!" Lindsey was horrified, her savior and new found friend was getting badly hurt. The other woman was too weak to do anything but fall onto the hard cement floor. She lay there, trying to catch her breath, while a warm trickle of blood ran down her cheek. Shelly started to move towards the corner, and Sara whispered to Lindsey, "Lindsey, come here now. Come to me, I'll protect you." Lindsey was grateful to rush towards the woman and try to make the pain go away. She ducked under the arms of Shelly and slithered under Sara's arm. Shelly was outraged, screaming out her fury she dove for the child. Sara, covered Lindsey's whole body with her own and lay there, preparing for the worst. In her deadly fury, Shelly started to kick Sara, everywhere and anywhere. Blows rained down upon her sides, legs, arms, head.
Finally, as the beating ceased, Sara got enough strength and courage to say one last thing to their captor, "You know, this never would've happened if you had given any food to us. At least the child." And then, she sank into fortifying blackness that covered her troublesome thoughts.
Grissom and the rest of the gang were all in the DNA lab, waiting for the results. Finally, the printer buzzed and a paper was ejected. Catherine was granted the right to see it first, and the name left her speechless. Nick got a full list of every single person living in Catherine's neighborhood. Everyone: down to the last little baby. All of their DNA samples were taken, which took approximately a day with a max number of CSI's working on this tedious task. Then, they started comparing the DNA extracted from a cigaret butt and the results just came. Grissom softly tapped Catherine's shoulder and she turned around to face her colleagues with wide eyes, "It's Mrs. Field." No one responded, they were waiting for an explanation, "It's this woman that lives on the street opposite mine. She has lots of animals, and that's about all I know. But, I can't believe this. SHE has my baby? And Sara?" Grissom sighed, "Catherine, you of all should expect the unexpected." Catherine stared at Grissom with a shocked expression. Staring for a few seconds, she finally spoke, "Yes. You're right. So...why are we standing here? Let's go!" She then stormed out of the lab and into the parking lot, the three men trailed behind.
All four friends crowded on the porch of Mrs. Field's house. A very drunk woman opened the door. "Mrs. Field? I'm Gil Grissom and I'm with the forensics team. We have a warrant to search the premises." The woman smirked, "Whatever, go ahead, just don't bother me. Got it?" Without waiting for a response the woman stumbled back into the living room where she was watching tv.
The CSI's piled in and started work. They had to find anything that might have presented the idea that either Sara or Lindsey were in the house or anywhere near it. Warrick, though, held back and stayed outside. Trying to find any evidence out of doors. Half an hour later everyone met up on the porch. Catherine, Nick, and Grissom all shook their heads, indicating they had not found anything. "Well, all I found was a set of small footprints, about 70 feet away from the house, I set up markers. And, also, the soil was disturbed in one place. It looked like drag marks but they just suddenly stop in the middle of nowhere, just like the footprints, they lead absolutely nowhere." Everyone nodded, "Well, I presume you took pictures and casts and followed procedure." Warrick nodded with a smile on his face, dangling an evidence bad in front of him, "Well, we didn't find much inside. Mrs. Field does have some bruises on her hands though, especially on her palms and such. The marks left when someone beats on a door very hard with a fist, you know? Didn't look much like self-defense." As Grissom stopped, Catherine continued, "We gave her a card with a date set for tomorrow so she can get sobered up and come in for an interrogation." Nick finally spoke, "Yes, well, let's go back to the lab and try to piece everything together. Catherine, you should stop by your house and bring a pair of Lindsey's shoes so we can identify it to the print that Warrick found." Pausing for a moment, Nick wistfully looked around, "Well, I'm out." Nick started going back to the Tahoes that were parked in the drive way.
Sara woke up to Lindsey's screams. The little girl was asking for her mother again. Sara tried everything to quiet down the child, but she just wouldn't hush. Sara quietly noticed how her stomach rumbled. She could scarcely keep her mind on the poor child than her stomach. "Lindsey, Lindsey, it's all right. You'll see your Mommy, you will. It might take a little while, but I'll do everything I can to make sure you can see her again. Ok?" Lindsey didn't hear Sara above her wails and kept on crying. Sara heard the footsteps again and fear gripped her stomach almost as hard as hunger. Shelly opened the door and stood there with an angry scowl on her face. The light was turned on now. Sara looked at the woman's face, it wasn't very pretty. Her eyes were blood shot and her face ghostly pale. The smell of alcohol wafted towards Sara and she shuddered. "Shut up! Shut up right now. I can hear you all the way at the house. Shut up!" Sara quickly made a mental note. Their 'prison' was probably not a basement, but something else. A cellar maybe? But not a basement, according to the woman. Sara gathered Lindsey in her arms. "Leave her alone, you..you..." Not wanting to say the word in front of the child Sara fell silent. "What? Huh, what? Huh? You little wretch, I'll teach you." The woman advanced toward the bed trying to hit the little girl. Lindsey ducked behind Sara and the other tried to block Shelly's punch. But she couldn't. Sara was much weaker than she thought and the punch fell on her arm. She winced in pain and the woman made to try again. "Leave her alone!!! Lindsey, go, go over there." Lindsey was looking at Sara's pain stricken face. "No, Sara, I wanna stay here with you." Sara couldn't believe it, "Come on Linds, just stay in that corner over there. Ok? Here, take the blanket." As Sara talked, blows rained down upon her back. She winced in pain as the little girl stumbled over to the farthest corner, dragging the blanket behind her. Sitting down, she huddled in the little corner.
Sara finally turned around to face the mad woman. The other raised her hand again and noticed the child had moved. She made a move to go around the bed but Sara blocked her. "Get away," she said weakly, "Go away!" Shelly smirked, "Not before the child is punished. She must know it is wrong to scream in the middle of the night." Sara was beyond weak now: she was cold, hurt, hungry. She got up and moved around the bed, facing Shelly, ready to protect Catherine's child. "Move now, or you will get the same treatment as her." Shelly pointed a bony finger at Lindsey's corner. Sara held her ground. Shelly's eyes flashed with anger, "You asked for it." Shelly raised her hand and struck Sara on the face. "Sara!!!" Lindsey was horrified, her savior and new found friend was getting badly hurt. The other woman was too weak to do anything but fall onto the hard cement floor. She lay there, trying to catch her breath, while a warm trickle of blood ran down her cheek. Shelly started to move towards the corner, and Sara whispered to Lindsey, "Lindsey, come here now. Come to me, I'll protect you." Lindsey was grateful to rush towards the woman and try to make the pain go away. She ducked under the arms of Shelly and slithered under Sara's arm. Shelly was outraged, screaming out her fury she dove for the child. Sara, covered Lindsey's whole body with her own and lay there, preparing for the worst. In her deadly fury, Shelly started to kick Sara, everywhere and anywhere. Blows rained down upon her sides, legs, arms, head.
Finally, as the beating ceased, Sara got enough strength and courage to say one last thing to their captor, "You know, this never would've happened if you had given any food to us. At least the child." And then, she sank into fortifying blackness that covered her troublesome thoughts.
Grissom and the rest of the gang were all in the DNA lab, waiting for the results. Finally, the printer buzzed and a paper was ejected. Catherine was granted the right to see it first, and the name left her speechless. Nick got a full list of every single person living in Catherine's neighborhood. Everyone: down to the last little baby. All of their DNA samples were taken, which took approximately a day with a max number of CSI's working on this tedious task. Then, they started comparing the DNA extracted from a cigaret butt and the results just came. Grissom softly tapped Catherine's shoulder and she turned around to face her colleagues with wide eyes, "It's Mrs. Field." No one responded, they were waiting for an explanation, "It's this woman that lives on the street opposite mine. She has lots of animals, and that's about all I know. But, I can't believe this. SHE has my baby? And Sara?" Grissom sighed, "Catherine, you of all should expect the unexpected." Catherine stared at Grissom with a shocked expression. Staring for a few seconds, she finally spoke, "Yes. You're right. So...why are we standing here? Let's go!" She then stormed out of the lab and into the parking lot, the three men trailed behind.
All four friends crowded on the porch of Mrs. Field's house. A very drunk woman opened the door. "Mrs. Field? I'm Gil Grissom and I'm with the forensics team. We have a warrant to search the premises." The woman smirked, "Whatever, go ahead, just don't bother me. Got it?" Without waiting for a response the woman stumbled back into the living room where she was watching tv.
The CSI's piled in and started work. They had to find anything that might have presented the idea that either Sara or Lindsey were in the house or anywhere near it. Warrick, though, held back and stayed outside. Trying to find any evidence out of doors. Half an hour later everyone met up on the porch. Catherine, Nick, and Grissom all shook their heads, indicating they had not found anything. "Well, all I found was a set of small footprints, about 70 feet away from the house, I set up markers. And, also, the soil was disturbed in one place. It looked like drag marks but they just suddenly stop in the middle of nowhere, just like the footprints, they lead absolutely nowhere." Everyone nodded, "Well, I presume you took pictures and casts and followed procedure." Warrick nodded with a smile on his face, dangling an evidence bad in front of him, "Well, we didn't find much inside. Mrs. Field does have some bruises on her hands though, especially on her palms and such. The marks left when someone beats on a door very hard with a fist, you know? Didn't look much like self-defense." As Grissom stopped, Catherine continued, "We gave her a card with a date set for tomorrow so she can get sobered up and come in for an interrogation." Nick finally spoke, "Yes, well, let's go back to the lab and try to piece everything together. Catherine, you should stop by your house and bring a pair of Lindsey's shoes so we can identify it to the print that Warrick found." Pausing for a moment, Nick wistfully looked around, "Well, I'm out." Nick started going back to the Tahoes that were parked in the drive way.