Chapter 20
Catherine gathered Lindsey in her arms, cradling the child soothingly back and forth. "Lindsey, darling, oh my baby. Lindsey, what happened? What happened?" Lindsey, in her state, thought it was the mean lady, shaking her violently back and forth, "Leave me alone, leave me ALONE! Sara!!! Sara where are you? Sara?!?!?" This deeply hurt Catherine, she thought that Lindsey rejected her, her own mother, and was calling for Sara instead. She was so relieved, and hurt, and happy, and mad, and sad, and frightened, and horrified, she never heard those footsteps that approached ever so suddenly. Until the door was slammed shut and Catherine was startled out of her wits. 'What the hell was that?' She thought. Softly placing her child upon the ground she went to the door. Finally noticing the desperateness of the situation: she had just become a prisoner. Her hand mid-air, ready to strike the door, she noticed the smeared blood. The bloody bumps that stood out had cut someone's hands, yet they were parallel to her raised ones, it couldn't have been Lindsey, she's too short. 'Sara!!!' The bloody streaks scared her, they were obviously Sara's. "Oh my goodness, Sara, Sara." She talked to herself until finally she noticed the bed, pushed up against the wall. She slowly walked towards it, afraid of what she was going to find. She neared the bed with baby steps, until finally standing right beside the cold metal, she looked down at the stationary form. She sank to her knees and grabbed Sara's hands, holding onto it, drawing strength from it, rubbing it back and forth, all the while silently crying, "Sara, oh Sara." She viewed the brunette, lying there, with a nasty cut on her face that was now swollen, the ugly purple colored bruises on her face, several smaller cuts here and there, and then she looked down upon the arm that she was caressing. The palms were streaked with dried blood and endless cuts, and as Catherine's eyes roamed further up the exposed flesh of her friend, she once again saw the brutal signs of battery. "Oh my god, Sara, what the hell happened?" She sat there crying, holding onto Sara's hand. She immediately looked up when the woman started mumbling, "Lindsey.....no.....stay.....away...go...Catherine......sorry.....so....sorry.....Grissom.....save....me.......Grissom......" Catherine looked at the woman, and her heart broke in two. She finally let go of the hand and went across the room to gather her baby. Carrying Lindsey with little difficulty, she laid her down upon the bed, right beside Sara. She sat up the rest of the time with Lindsey as her precious baby girl dozed. Some of the times when she awoke, Catherine forced food and a small amount of water down Lindsey's throat. Finally, after wearisome hours, Lindsey awoke. Catherine was on the cold floor, on her knees, head resting upon the mattress of the bed, her arm on Lindsey's body. "Mommy?!? MOMMY!!!!!" Catherine was startled out of her light sleep, and was pulled into a hug by her daughter. "You came!!!!" Lindsey hugged her daughter for a long time, all the while whispering into her ear, "Of course I came baby, you didn't think I'd leave you did you? I came as fast as I could." Finally pulling back, she looked at her daughter's frail body, lightly covered her and there with bruises. "Lindsey, tell me, what happened?" Lindsey truthfully recited all of the events, for such a small girl, she had quite a memory. She finally came to the end and her mother was in tears, "She protected me Mommy, and I promised her that you will never ever, ever fire her. You can't, she saved me from the bad lady. I was starving and she got food, actual, real, food. She's the best." Catherine was outright crying as Lindsey continued, "She even gave me her vest, and I knew she was cold, because her teeth were chattering and she was shaking, but she insisted. She wouldn't take it back. She's my best friend mommy, my new best friend." And Lindsey, gathered in her mother's strong arms once more fell asleep.
Catherine gathered Lindsey in her arms, cradling the child soothingly back and forth. "Lindsey, darling, oh my baby. Lindsey, what happened? What happened?" Lindsey, in her state, thought it was the mean lady, shaking her violently back and forth, "Leave me alone, leave me ALONE! Sara!!! Sara where are you? Sara?!?!?" This deeply hurt Catherine, she thought that Lindsey rejected her, her own mother, and was calling for Sara instead. She was so relieved, and hurt, and happy, and mad, and sad, and frightened, and horrified, she never heard those footsteps that approached ever so suddenly. Until the door was slammed shut and Catherine was startled out of her wits. 'What the hell was that?' She thought. Softly placing her child upon the ground she went to the door. Finally noticing the desperateness of the situation: she had just become a prisoner. Her hand mid-air, ready to strike the door, she noticed the smeared blood. The bloody bumps that stood out had cut someone's hands, yet they were parallel to her raised ones, it couldn't have been Lindsey, she's too short. 'Sara!!!' The bloody streaks scared her, they were obviously Sara's. "Oh my goodness, Sara, Sara." She talked to herself until finally she noticed the bed, pushed up against the wall. She slowly walked towards it, afraid of what she was going to find. She neared the bed with baby steps, until finally standing right beside the cold metal, she looked down at the stationary form. She sank to her knees and grabbed Sara's hands, holding onto it, drawing strength from it, rubbing it back and forth, all the while silently crying, "Sara, oh Sara." She viewed the brunette, lying there, with a nasty cut on her face that was now swollen, the ugly purple colored bruises on her face, several smaller cuts here and there, and then she looked down upon the arm that she was caressing. The palms were streaked with dried blood and endless cuts, and as Catherine's eyes roamed further up the exposed flesh of her friend, she once again saw the brutal signs of battery. "Oh my god, Sara, what the hell happened?" She sat there crying, holding onto Sara's hand. She immediately looked up when the woman started mumbling, "Lindsey.....no.....stay.....away...go...Catherine......sorry.....so....sorry.....Grissom.....save....me.......Grissom......" Catherine looked at the woman, and her heart broke in two. She finally let go of the hand and went across the room to gather her baby. Carrying Lindsey with little difficulty, she laid her down upon the bed, right beside Sara. She sat up the rest of the time with Lindsey as her precious baby girl dozed. Some of the times when she awoke, Catherine forced food and a small amount of water down Lindsey's throat. Finally, after wearisome hours, Lindsey awoke. Catherine was on the cold floor, on her knees, head resting upon the mattress of the bed, her arm on Lindsey's body. "Mommy?!? MOMMY!!!!!" Catherine was startled out of her light sleep, and was pulled into a hug by her daughter. "You came!!!!" Lindsey hugged her daughter for a long time, all the while whispering into her ear, "Of course I came baby, you didn't think I'd leave you did you? I came as fast as I could." Finally pulling back, she looked at her daughter's frail body, lightly covered her and there with bruises. "Lindsey, tell me, what happened?" Lindsey truthfully recited all of the events, for such a small girl, she had quite a memory. She finally came to the end and her mother was in tears, "She protected me Mommy, and I promised her that you will never ever, ever fire her. You can't, she saved me from the bad lady. I was starving and she got food, actual, real, food. She's the best." Catherine was outright crying as Lindsey continued, "She even gave me her vest, and I knew she was cold, because her teeth were chattering and she was shaking, but she insisted. She wouldn't take it back. She's my best friend mommy, my new best friend." And Lindsey, gathered in her mother's strong arms once more fell asleep.