My Tourniquet
PG-13 for language, romance, and violence
Genre:: Romance/ Drama/ Angst
Italics Thoughts
"Regular text" dialogue
Bold Italic Dreams
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Looking for Sara, Nick walked all over the CSI headquarters calling her name.
Where could she be? Damnit, Sara! Where are you?
The only other place Nick Didn't look was at the lab. Quickly walking to the lab, he saw Sara talking quietly to Greg Sanders.
"Hey, Sara. You're working with me on a supposedly suicidal case. The vic's name is Peter Domine. You ready to go?" Nick said, noticing that Sara had stopped talking a second before.
"Uh...yeah. I'll be there in a minute. Why don't I go to the vic's house and see if there's any clues there." Sara replied, eyeing Greg slightly.
"Good idea. I'll meet up with you later, okay?" Nick asked, walking towards the door.
"Okay." Sara replied, quietly.
Nick left the lab, leaving a silence behind him. Sara glanced at Greg and shifted uneasily.
"Well, I better go. See you around Greg." Sara said, walking quickly to the door and leaving Greg in a state of confusion.
Slamming the door of her SUV, Sara walked up the steps of the large apartment complex. Opening the door of the apartment, she saw that someone had been here recently. Setting down her kit, she surveyed the mess before her.
"Well, better get started." Sara said, bitterly.
Getting out her things, Sara didn't notice the man behind her. She didn't notice the knife in his hand. But very softly, he made a noise that caused Sara to turn around. With fear in her eyes, she had no time to draw any means of defense if she could have. She was frozen, stuck. She had no idea what to do. The years she spent in CSI flew out of her brain as her attacker bore down on her....
"Where's Sara?" Grissom asked as Nick came through the door.
"She was checking out the house of the vic. She really wanted to do it, so I let her. I thought she'd be here." Nick said, taking out the evidence he found to give to Greg.
"Well she's not. Maybe she's still there. Go check on her later, okay?" Grissom said, worrying about Sara, but nothing to bother him too much.
"Okay. How's your case going?" Nick asked, cheerfully.
"Well, our D.B. didn't die from poison. It looks like he was strangled." Grissom said, sighing.
"I gotta go to the lab and get these processed. I'll see you, Griss." Nick replied, walking towards the lab.
"Gotta go to the autopsy room." Grissom whispered as he waved slightly to Nick. Walking to the autopsy room, Grissom was still worrying about Sara.
Maybe I was too hard on her. I should say sorry or something...
Opening the door, he saw Dr. Al Robins inspection the D.B.
"What did you find?" Grissom asked, coming to stand next to the Doctor.
"Well, it looks like a concussion is what killed him. And it looks as if he was taking drugs." Dr. Robins replied, pointing to the head and holding up the D.B.'s stomach contents. Just then Grissom's phone rang.
"Grissom."
"We have a problem." It was Brass.
"Well what is it?" Grissom asked, impatiently.
"Sara. She's no where. We can't find her. She's not at the crime scene or at the vic's house. We think she was kidnapped by the killer of her case." Brass said quickly.
"did you check her apartment?" Grissom asked, the breath coming in quick gasps.
"Yes, she wasn't there. We checked everywhere she could have gone. Nothing. She's gone. You..." Brass started.
"Grissom hung up his phone and burying his face in his hands, he had no idea what to do.
TBC
Oooooooooo! What's going to happen? Will they find Sara? Will she perish? Suspense! R&R please! Buwahaha! I have the power! Hear me roar!