I am incredibly sorry for not updating sooner. I moved into a new house and it took me a while to get my computer back online. I wish I could personally apologize to all of you. Here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
"Run it again," Grissom ordered, reading the twenty-eith printout from CODIS.
"Gris they're all coming out the same," Greg sighed. He was getting tired of running the results on the hairs. He'd much rather trying to find Sara.
"Gil, is this necessary?," Catherine questioned, seeing the desperation in Greg's eyes. "We need to find her, not just run the same hairs through CODIS a million times."
"I just want to make sure its her," Grissom retorted.
"Gris, its her!," Greg exclaimed. "CODIS cannot be wrong almost thirty times! The longer we sit here...."
He did n't have to finish what he was saying. Grissom jumped up and ran to Brass's office while Greg and Catherine silently thanked god for finally making him do something.
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"Jim!," Grissom exclaimed, catching his breath in the doorway of his startled friend. "Sara's alive."
He placed the stack of papers in Brass's hands and waited for the detective to comment on it.
"Gil, are you sure?," he asked, looking up.
"I had Greg run it over and over again," Grissom answered. "She's out there somewhere and I'm going to find her and bring her back."
"I'm not sure you can do that," Brass remarked.
"Don't try to tell me that Ecklie..."
"Slow down, Gil," Brass said calmly. "I used to do what you're doing now, remember? I want her back too, but be reasonable. You don't have enough evidence to find her."
Grissom put his head down in defeat.
"She's alive, Jim."
"Gil, let Ecklie help you. You may have better CSI's but you need all the help you can get right now."
Grissom sighed and looked up. He slowly nodded.
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Amanda looked down. The man's blood was seeping into the white rug beneath her feet, creating a strangely shaped pool of blood.
"Good work, baby," Mike cooed, watching as Amanda stepped back away from the growing pool.
Amanda looked down at her blood soaked hands. She was silent. She watched Mike take the knife from her hand and fling it across the room. He'd made a mistake. And she was too shocked at what she'd done to point out he had no gloves on.