Chapter 15
The night Lindsey was missing for four whole days and Sara three and a half, Catherine was suffering from extensive nightmares. She never ceased thrashing about and it came to the point where grissom was sleeping in a chair next to Catherine's bed, subconsciously rubbing her hand in his sleep to soothe her. She woke up every half hour screaming for her daughter. Grissom would always be there to comfort her, and finally, after a couple of hours of this, Grissom sleepily climbed into Catherine's bed, and putting enough distance between them embraced her in a hug. There was no more screams that night. Miles away, Sara comforted a whimpering Lindsey but her thoughts were far far away. On her life, her job, her friends, her...Grissom.
Sara awoke slowly, her eyelids fluttering in the light. 'Oh, the light is on. Something's going on.' Sara quickly sat up and accidently nudged Lindsey. The girl woke up and saw Sara: she was holding her head in her hands. Because she sat up so quickly she got a wave of nausea and a terrible head ache. She carefully lied back down. "Sara, Sara! Are you ok?" Lindsey nudged Sara's arm and the other gave a whimper. "I'm so sorry, is that where the lady hit you? Does it hurt a lot?" Sara spoke softly, too softly, "Yes, Lindsey, the lady hurt me there. I'm not feeling very well, and don't know how much longer I can protect you. How are YOU feeling?" Lindsey's eyes welled up with tears, "I'm hungry Sara, very hungry, and thirsty. Sara, please don't leave me. I'm afraid of the lady." Lindsey lay down beside Sara, looking into her face. Mustering up her strength, Sara spoke again, "Lindsey, can you please look around? The light is on, it shouldn't be. Please look around, then come back to me. Please come back to me..." Lindsey listened intently and waited for Sara to continue speaking. When Sara's eyelids slowly closed she jumped out of the bed and almost crushed a couple of plates. She suddenly cried out. "Sara, Sara, look!!!" Sara softly grunted. There on the floor, just a few inches from where Lindsey jumped there was one massive plate laden with food. Beside that stood a two-liter bottle of water, two glasses, and some silverware. "Sara climbed back on the bed and softly whispered in Sara's ear, "There's food and water. We won't be hungry anymore Sara. There's a lot of food." Sara's faces spread into a weak smile. "Eat it all Lindsey, you need to keep up your strength." Lindsey was shocked, was Sara really giving up? "No, no!!! There's enough for the two of us." Lindsey went and grabbed an apple from the tray and held it up to Sara, the other did not respond. Sara was heavily bruised, had a migraine, hungry, cold, tired. Her body couldn't cope anymore and she slipped into unconsciousness.
All four CSI's were sitting in the interrogating room, waiting for Brass to arrive with the suspect. They were all anxious, so anxious to question this woman. Finally, the door squeaked open and brass appeared, leading a woman by her arm. Mrs. Field sat down and stared intently at Catherine. Before Grissom could begin the questioning, Catherine snapped. "What are you looking at?!?" Nick and Warrick looked on in astonishment, you couldn't talk to a suspect like that. Especially when you're about to question them. Mrs. Field smiled, "You. . . remind me of. . . someone." Catherine tensed up but kept quiet. Grissom shot her a stern look which she returned with a ferocious glare of her own. Nick noticed this little gesture and scooted closer to Catherine putting a reassuring hand on her arm. Grissom started the interrogation, "Mrs. Field, where were you four days ago, approximately 7:15 in the morning?"
"I was at home making coffee for my husband." Warrick jumped in, "Where was your husband when we searched your house yesterday?" Mrs. Field's eyes went hazy, her gaze wondered and she answered uncertainly, "He was, out. Taking a walk..." She finally returned to the present and fixed her gaze upon Catherine. Trying not to lose her temper, Catherine asked the next question. "While we were looking, we saw no man's clothing or um..accessories. How would you explain that?" The accused woman never blinked, "I don't." and fell silent. Warrick was the next to speak, "How do you explain the fact that YOUR cigaret butt was found at the place where two people disappeared?" Mrs. Field slowly put her hands on the table and leaned half way across it, towards Catherine, totally ignoring Warrick's question.. "She looks just like you...imagine that..." Catherine's eyes shot daggers. "If you have done ANYTHING to my daughter or my friend I will personally come after you, you hear me? I will not stop until I have hunted you down and RAN you into the ground!!!" Nick stood up and dragged Catherine up by her hand. "Let go!" she hissed, "That bitch has my daughter. My DAUGHTER!" Nick would not let go and he started heading towards the exit, Grissom spoke up with a cold voice. "Catherine, go and cool down. Nick, please accompany her." Catherine was surprised, Grissom was her friend, he was supposed to side with her, not push her out of the equation. "Gris! She has my daughter!! We all know she does, she probably has Sara too. No, let me stay, I HAVE to stay!" Grissom said nothing, and looked over at Brass for help. Brass opened his mouth but was silenced by the raging woman, "Don't you say a word Brass, I was talking to Grissom." Grissom looked at his own hands, he knew what Catherine was talking about, but she was compromising the case. Mrs. Field could get away form them just because of this little outburst. "She has Sara too. Aren't you going to do anything about this? Grissom, listen to me." She broke loose from Nick's grip and started back towards the table. "You have my daughter and my friend. Tell me where they are! Where are you keeping them?" Catherine was by the table already, gripping the edge until her knuckles turned white. "Cath, please don't do this. Go with Nick and cool down." Catherine paid no heed and Nick advanced towards her and again put a firm hand on her shoulder so that she would not lunge towards the woman sited on the other side of the table. "Where are they?!? Tell me! You will die for this, die, you hear me? If the judge won't do it, I will. Tell me you son of a bitch, I know you're hiding them somewhere!!!" Catherine finally attempted to fly at Mrs. Field, threatening to do considerable physical damage. Good thing that Nick was there, who lunged right after Catherine and stopped her about a foot from the suspect. "Let me go! You have no right to treat me like that. I have seniority over you Nick, now let me go, damn it!" Nick was looking doubtful, but Grissom came to his rescue. "And I have seniority over you. Catherine, you are suspended form this case. I'm sorry. Please leave this room, that's an order." Catherine looked dumbfound, how could he do this to her? Did he not care? Not care for Lindsey's well being, or if not Lindsey's then surely Sara's. Or was she wrong all this time about him? "Gris, you can't do this to me. It is my child!" Catherine would not leave. Grissom was tearing himself up on the inside, he was treating his old friend very cruelly, taking her off the case, but he could not compromise this case. Especially when a child was involved and their own CSI. He finally spoke, "And it is MY Sara. Nick. . . " Nick took the command and moved towards the door with Catherine in tow, that is when Mrs. Field chose to speak, "You know, the longer you keep me here, the longer they suffer." Catherine turned around so fast she almost experienced whiplash, "Griss!!!" No one knew her anymore, this was the motherly Catherine that would go to any lengths at all to protect her child. Nick kept a firm hold on her and they finally exited out the door.
Catherine erupted when they were finally out of earshot in the break room. "I can't believe you Nick! How could you do that to me?" Nick was already feeling very low, it has been four days since Lindsey's been missing and Sara, three and a half. He knew he had done what was right, by taking Catherine out of that room before their only suspect got killed, but he still felt lousy. "Catherine, I'm sorry. You know I had to do it. You would've killed her. She's our only lead right now. And with what you did already, she could get all lawyered up and then they'll have your job for harassing that woman, much less threatening to kill her." Catherine understood but she couldn't let it go, it was her maternal instinct to go after that woman. "Nicky, I know, I know all that. But, it's my child." she paused for a second, thinking of a way to explain this to her friend. "Remember that plane? If it involves the protection of my child I fight to the death. Remember? My views haven't changed. It's my JOB Nick, to protect my child. And there sits the kidnapper in the other room and what am I supposed to do? Sit there like she's my best female buddy? Well, news flash: my best female buddy is with my child, God knows where. And, I can't do this anymore, Nicky," Catherine's voice began to break and tears sprung up in her eyes, "I just can't. This is the last straw, my child is gone, all of my friends have turned against me...I..." She stopped as a torrent of tears rushed down her cheeks. Nick rushed to Catherine's side and hugged her. "Cath, no one has turned their back on you. No one, you still have all of your friends, they are behind you 100%. You hear that?" Catherine nodded into his shoulder and sniffed a couple of times. "I'm sorry, Nicky. I'm so sorry. I don't mean to cause you anymore problems. We have enough of them as it is. I'm just trying to help." Catherine suddenly stepped back away from Nick as an idea formed in her mind. "Please tell Grissom I'm very sorry. I..I'm going to.....I have to.....just tell Grissom he doesn't know how sorry I am, how sorry I will be....but I have to do this..." She broke away and inched towards the door, grabbing her purse from a chair on the way. Nick knew something was up, "Catherine, what are you talking about? Don't do anything you will regret, Cath! Don't go, Catherine!!! Don't, Grissom will kill you, whatever it is you are about to do." Catherine stood in the doorway for a second, "I'm sorry." she whispered and disappeared down the long hallway.
The night Lindsey was missing for four whole days and Sara three and a half, Catherine was suffering from extensive nightmares. She never ceased thrashing about and it came to the point where grissom was sleeping in a chair next to Catherine's bed, subconsciously rubbing her hand in his sleep to soothe her. She woke up every half hour screaming for her daughter. Grissom would always be there to comfort her, and finally, after a couple of hours of this, Grissom sleepily climbed into Catherine's bed, and putting enough distance between them embraced her in a hug. There was no more screams that night. Miles away, Sara comforted a whimpering Lindsey but her thoughts were far far away. On her life, her job, her friends, her...Grissom.
Sara awoke slowly, her eyelids fluttering in the light. 'Oh, the light is on. Something's going on.' Sara quickly sat up and accidently nudged Lindsey. The girl woke up and saw Sara: she was holding her head in her hands. Because she sat up so quickly she got a wave of nausea and a terrible head ache. She carefully lied back down. "Sara, Sara! Are you ok?" Lindsey nudged Sara's arm and the other gave a whimper. "I'm so sorry, is that where the lady hit you? Does it hurt a lot?" Sara spoke softly, too softly, "Yes, Lindsey, the lady hurt me there. I'm not feeling very well, and don't know how much longer I can protect you. How are YOU feeling?" Lindsey's eyes welled up with tears, "I'm hungry Sara, very hungry, and thirsty. Sara, please don't leave me. I'm afraid of the lady." Lindsey lay down beside Sara, looking into her face. Mustering up her strength, Sara spoke again, "Lindsey, can you please look around? The light is on, it shouldn't be. Please look around, then come back to me. Please come back to me..." Lindsey listened intently and waited for Sara to continue speaking. When Sara's eyelids slowly closed she jumped out of the bed and almost crushed a couple of plates. She suddenly cried out. "Sara, Sara, look!!!" Sara softly grunted. There on the floor, just a few inches from where Lindsey jumped there was one massive plate laden with food. Beside that stood a two-liter bottle of water, two glasses, and some silverware. "Sara climbed back on the bed and softly whispered in Sara's ear, "There's food and water. We won't be hungry anymore Sara. There's a lot of food." Sara's faces spread into a weak smile. "Eat it all Lindsey, you need to keep up your strength." Lindsey was shocked, was Sara really giving up? "No, no!!! There's enough for the two of us." Lindsey went and grabbed an apple from the tray and held it up to Sara, the other did not respond. Sara was heavily bruised, had a migraine, hungry, cold, tired. Her body couldn't cope anymore and she slipped into unconsciousness.
All four CSI's were sitting in the interrogating room, waiting for Brass to arrive with the suspect. They were all anxious, so anxious to question this woman. Finally, the door squeaked open and brass appeared, leading a woman by her arm. Mrs. Field sat down and stared intently at Catherine. Before Grissom could begin the questioning, Catherine snapped. "What are you looking at?!?" Nick and Warrick looked on in astonishment, you couldn't talk to a suspect like that. Especially when you're about to question them. Mrs. Field smiled, "You. . . remind me of. . . someone." Catherine tensed up but kept quiet. Grissom shot her a stern look which she returned with a ferocious glare of her own. Nick noticed this little gesture and scooted closer to Catherine putting a reassuring hand on her arm. Grissom started the interrogation, "Mrs. Field, where were you four days ago, approximately 7:15 in the morning?"
"I was at home making coffee for my husband." Warrick jumped in, "Where was your husband when we searched your house yesterday?" Mrs. Field's eyes went hazy, her gaze wondered and she answered uncertainly, "He was, out. Taking a walk..." She finally returned to the present and fixed her gaze upon Catherine. Trying not to lose her temper, Catherine asked the next question. "While we were looking, we saw no man's clothing or um..accessories. How would you explain that?" The accused woman never blinked, "I don't." and fell silent. Warrick was the next to speak, "How do you explain the fact that YOUR cigaret butt was found at the place where two people disappeared?" Mrs. Field slowly put her hands on the table and leaned half way across it, towards Catherine, totally ignoring Warrick's question.. "She looks just like you...imagine that..." Catherine's eyes shot daggers. "If you have done ANYTHING to my daughter or my friend I will personally come after you, you hear me? I will not stop until I have hunted you down and RAN you into the ground!!!" Nick stood up and dragged Catherine up by her hand. "Let go!" she hissed, "That bitch has my daughter. My DAUGHTER!" Nick would not let go and he started heading towards the exit, Grissom spoke up with a cold voice. "Catherine, go and cool down. Nick, please accompany her." Catherine was surprised, Grissom was her friend, he was supposed to side with her, not push her out of the equation. "Gris! She has my daughter!! We all know she does, she probably has Sara too. No, let me stay, I HAVE to stay!" Grissom said nothing, and looked over at Brass for help. Brass opened his mouth but was silenced by the raging woman, "Don't you say a word Brass, I was talking to Grissom." Grissom looked at his own hands, he knew what Catherine was talking about, but she was compromising the case. Mrs. Field could get away form them just because of this little outburst. "She has Sara too. Aren't you going to do anything about this? Grissom, listen to me." She broke loose from Nick's grip and started back towards the table. "You have my daughter and my friend. Tell me where they are! Where are you keeping them?" Catherine was by the table already, gripping the edge until her knuckles turned white. "Cath, please don't do this. Go with Nick and cool down." Catherine paid no heed and Nick advanced towards her and again put a firm hand on her shoulder so that she would not lunge towards the woman sited on the other side of the table. "Where are they?!? Tell me! You will die for this, die, you hear me? If the judge won't do it, I will. Tell me you son of a bitch, I know you're hiding them somewhere!!!" Catherine finally attempted to fly at Mrs. Field, threatening to do considerable physical damage. Good thing that Nick was there, who lunged right after Catherine and stopped her about a foot from the suspect. "Let me go! You have no right to treat me like that. I have seniority over you Nick, now let me go, damn it!" Nick was looking doubtful, but Grissom came to his rescue. "And I have seniority over you. Catherine, you are suspended form this case. I'm sorry. Please leave this room, that's an order." Catherine looked dumbfound, how could he do this to her? Did he not care? Not care for Lindsey's well being, or if not Lindsey's then surely Sara's. Or was she wrong all this time about him? "Gris, you can't do this to me. It is my child!" Catherine would not leave. Grissom was tearing himself up on the inside, he was treating his old friend very cruelly, taking her off the case, but he could not compromise this case. Especially when a child was involved and their own CSI. He finally spoke, "And it is MY Sara. Nick. . . " Nick took the command and moved towards the door with Catherine in tow, that is when Mrs. Field chose to speak, "You know, the longer you keep me here, the longer they suffer." Catherine turned around so fast she almost experienced whiplash, "Griss!!!" No one knew her anymore, this was the motherly Catherine that would go to any lengths at all to protect her child. Nick kept a firm hold on her and they finally exited out the door.
Catherine erupted when they were finally out of earshot in the break room. "I can't believe you Nick! How could you do that to me?" Nick was already feeling very low, it has been four days since Lindsey's been missing and Sara, three and a half. He knew he had done what was right, by taking Catherine out of that room before their only suspect got killed, but he still felt lousy. "Catherine, I'm sorry. You know I had to do it. You would've killed her. She's our only lead right now. And with what you did already, she could get all lawyered up and then they'll have your job for harassing that woman, much less threatening to kill her." Catherine understood but she couldn't let it go, it was her maternal instinct to go after that woman. "Nicky, I know, I know all that. But, it's my child." she paused for a second, thinking of a way to explain this to her friend. "Remember that plane? If it involves the protection of my child I fight to the death. Remember? My views haven't changed. It's my JOB Nick, to protect my child. And there sits the kidnapper in the other room and what am I supposed to do? Sit there like she's my best female buddy? Well, news flash: my best female buddy is with my child, God knows where. And, I can't do this anymore, Nicky," Catherine's voice began to break and tears sprung up in her eyes, "I just can't. This is the last straw, my child is gone, all of my friends have turned against me...I..." She stopped as a torrent of tears rushed down her cheeks. Nick rushed to Catherine's side and hugged her. "Cath, no one has turned their back on you. No one, you still have all of your friends, they are behind you 100%. You hear that?" Catherine nodded into his shoulder and sniffed a couple of times. "I'm sorry, Nicky. I'm so sorry. I don't mean to cause you anymore problems. We have enough of them as it is. I'm just trying to help." Catherine suddenly stepped back away from Nick as an idea formed in her mind. "Please tell Grissom I'm very sorry. I..I'm going to.....I have to.....just tell Grissom he doesn't know how sorry I am, how sorry I will be....but I have to do this..." She broke away and inched towards the door, grabbing her purse from a chair on the way. Nick knew something was up, "Catherine, what are you talking about? Don't do anything you will regret, Cath! Don't go, Catherine!!! Don't, Grissom will kill you, whatever it is you are about to do." Catherine stood in the doorway for a second, "I'm sorry." she whispered and disappeared down the long hallway.