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A/N- Hello. Thank you for your reviews. They really help. My Grammar and History teachers also pointed out some of my contradicting tenses, so I guess that's my weakness.
KNYC, thank you for pointing out that I should PROOF READ. But I guess you should too, because I had to read your review thrice to understand what you tried to say.
To all who reviewed, thanks again.
Hope you like the following chapters. :D
CHAPTER TWO
Sara was inspecting the crime scene alone, with a police officer, whom introduced himself as Charles Jeremiah. She told Nick that she could manage the whole floor by herself and he said yes after she persisted.
Sara was examining the pool of blood when they heard a small crash somewhere. She raised her head, and looked at the officer. Both were wondering what caused the sounds.
"I'll check it out." She heard him say. She acknowledged what he said, but continued to work on the scene.
When Officer Jeremiah hadn't returned a few minutes later, Sara stopped working and checked on him.
She was nearing one of the unfinished sections of the floor when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw a figure, slightly smaller than Officer Jeremiah, coming towards her. She instinctively reached for her gun.
"Excuse me, sir. But you're not allowed here." She said in a firm voice. Her right hand was poised in her holster if the figure suddenly attacks her.
The shape went towards her. She can now see his face. He has a scar in his right cheek and he was wearing thick glasses.
"Can you please tell me where Cindy went?" The man asked. He was holding a gun.
"Cindy?" Sara asked. Then she remembered. Brass ID'd the victim as Cindy Ryan.
"Where's Cindy?!" The man demanded. He was shaking the gun in front of her. Sara had no choice but to raise both her hands.
"I don't know. I'm only here to collect something." Sara replied. She was praying for intervention, like what happened when they were kidnapped.
"Then why were you with that police man? Tell me where Cindy is!"
"I don't know. What did you do to the officer?" Sara asked. The guy was walking towards her and she was stepping back. They were nearing the edge of the building.
"He was interfering. I didn't mean to shoot him." He replied.
"Shoot him?" Sara asked, unbelievingly. She didn't hear any shots fired.
The man shrugged and let down his guard. Sara saw a chance to disable him. She lunged towards his eyeglasses. 'People who wear glasses this thick are most probably blind without them.' She thought as she reached for it. But the man was amazingly quick.
They struggled. Sara managed to punch him while he managed to tear the sleeve of her blouse and elbow her in the stomach. She was able to get the gun from him. But when she did, the man pushed her.
Sara staggered back and tripped on one of the debris lying around. She fell down. The man kept coming towards her. She frantically stood up. She was at the edge of the building and her voice seemed stuck in her throat.
'Why doesn't someone notice that there's a commotion up here?' she thought as she looked at the man, fearing what he will do.
"You shouldn't have done that." He said, smiling as he leapt forward and pushed her to the edge.
Sara reacted to late and felt her feet leave the cement floor. She felt the pull of gravity and felt the air below passed by her.
'I'm going to die.'
Sara jolted awake. 'Was that a dream? Or am I remembering something?' she thought and looked around the room. She saw a brown-haired guy sitting near the bed.
"Hey, you're awake." He said as he smiled at her.
"Hi. Its… Nick, right?" she asked. she can remember her childhood, her high school university life. But she can't remember anything after her college graduation. Weird.
"Yeah." Nick answered. "Are you hungry?" he asked. He brought along bagels and orange juice in case Sara wakes up famished.
"A bit. Uh, no offense or anything, but what are you doing here?" Sara asked.
"Shift's ended. I wanted to check how you're doing." Nick answered as he gave her the plate of bagels.
"That's kind of you. Where'd you get the plate?" Sara said.
"It was lying around." Nick replied and sat down again.
"So, who's working with you now?" Sara asked as she took a bite on the bagel. She was sort of 'reviewed' on what she does for a living.
"Uh, Warrick."
"Warrick." Sara repeated. She remembered the green eyed African-American who asked if she was okay when she first woke up.
"Uh, he's the…" Nick said.
"Yeah, I know who he is."
"Sorry." Nick said. 'Sara has temporary amnesia, not short term memory loss.' He said to himself. He looked at Sara with an apologetic look.
"Its okay." Sara said and smiled at him.
"Do you want the orange juice?" Nick asked as he stood up to get the Coleman.
"Yeah, thanks." Sara replied. 'Nick is acting like a… a very affectionate older brother.' She thought to herself as she observes him pouring the orange juice to the glass.
"Here." He said and gave her the glass.
"Thank you."
Just as then, somebody knocked on the door and opened it.
It was Catherine.
"Good morning." She greeted and gave Sara a big smile. "You look better today." She said and gave her a small vase of flowers and a card.
"Its from Lindsey. She's in school." Catherine said.
"Thank you… Catherine." Sara replied. When she first woke up after the fall, the only person she vaguely remembered was Grissom. She thought Catherine was his wife.
"You're welcome." Catherine said. "Oh, hi Nick." She greeted, after noticing the young man.
"Hey." He greeted back. "How's Lindsey?"
"Oh, she's fine. Just having a hard time with her math." Catherine replied as she sat down the chair next to Sara.
"What are they discussing in math?" Sara asked.
"Fractions. Which is a pain, since I hated fractions when I was a kid." Catherine said. She didn't like looking for the lowest term of fractions and hated it whenever she computes one number wrong, therefore making the fraction wrong.
"Me too." Sara answered.
"Fractions are handy when you're the youngest child." Nick said, his eyes twinkling. As the youngest, he was normally given the biggest share when his grandmother gives them cake.
They talked for a while, until Sara's doctor came. They said goodbye to her and promised they'll be back, together with the rest of the team.
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"So, how's Sara doing?" Grissom asked Christianna. They were in the lay out room, checking out some of the physical evidences.
"She's doing fine. Why? You haven't visited her since the day we first learned that she has amnesia?" Christianna asked. She was recreating the scene using the lab's computer programs.
"No, I haven't had the time." Grissom said.
"Hmm…" was Chris's reply. She visits Sara in the afternoon because she doesn't want her to see that she's tired.
A few minutes later, Grissom asked Christianna to switch off the lights. He has sprayed luminol on one of the metal bars. She obeyed and when the lights were off, the metal bar showed a streak of purple glow.
"There's blood." Christianna said.
"But that doesn't mean that it came from our suspect." Grissom replied.
"Yes, but you found blood on the ropes. It might be from the same person." Christianna countered.
"It might. But it might not be from the same person." Grissom said. Christianna smiled and resumed creating a 3-D version of their crime scene.
A few minutes later, Catherine arrived.
"Hello." Christianna greeted.
"Hi. Can company dancers be stage hands too?" Catherine asked to both Grissom and Christianna. She was holding several papers.
"Not really. The dancers might injure themselves." Christianna answered.
"There are employees of the theater that actually have those job." Grissom said.
"Well, there's a Mr. Barton. A Martin Barton, who isn't in the list of the stagehands, but I found his name in the cast. He's Romeo. And his fingerprints were all over the bars. He also has a record for resisting arrest."
"He wasn't in the theater when Alaine Tripman died?" Christianna asked.
"Brass gave me the list of the people in the theater when Alaine Tripman died. Martin Barton wasn't on the list." Grissom answered.
"The blood on the rope doesn't have a match, by the way." Catherine added.
"Well then, why don't we ask Brass to invite Mr. Barton here?" Grissom asked.
"You're the boss." Catherine replied.
"Okay. Chris, finish the simulation and after that, check Martin Barton's files, if ever he has one. Catherine will be with me. If you need anything, just call any of us." Grissom said and went out of the room. Catherine shook her head, smiled at Chris and followed Grissom.
Christianna made a face and tried to finish the simulation. She wants to finish early so that she can see if Martin Barton is worthy to be Romeo and if he has any motives to kill his Juliet.
A/N- Sorry, it's a bit short… Please review… thank you…
