"Grissom!," Conrad Ecklie bellowed as he burst through the door to Grissom's office. "We found trace evidence of CSI Sidle at a crime scene this morning."
Catherine, who was sitting across from Grissom, was the first to acknowledge his statement.
"Conrad we know Sara's killed before," she began. He interrupted her next sentence.
"We also found trace belonging to a Michael Yurdi. We have an address."
Grissom jumped out of his seat and grabbed his jacket.
"I'm going with you."
Ecklie decided not to argue and just followed Grissom out of the office, throwing Catherine a satisfied smirk before disappearing out the door.
"Glory hound," she remarked, grabbing her car keys from Grissom's desk and going to find Nick and Warrick.
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Mike's aparment now resembled a magazine for housewives. It was spotless. There were large comfortable chairs and a window seat with thick cushions. Grissom picked up a book turned pages down on the windowsill. A journal. Written in Sara's handwriting.
His cell phone ran, startling everyone in the room.
"Grissom," he answered slowly, not recognizing the number that came up.
"Oh god," a bewildered voice whispered on the other end. "I.. I'm sorry. I must have the wrong number."
"Sara?"
"Who?," Amanda asked curiously, remembering the similarities between herself and the missing criminalist, Sara Sidle. "Umm, my name is Amanda. Sorry to bother you."
"Its alright, Amanda," Grissom sighed. "You sound alot like a friend of mine."
"Sara Sidle."
Now she knew she'd crossed a line. She looked around to make sure Mike wasn't close.
"How did you know that?"
Grissom walked away from the others so he could talk to her in private.
"She looks like me. Her picture from the paper."
"What did you say your name was again?"
"Amanda. Look, Mr. Grissom, I don't know how i got your number. I just picked up the phone and dialed it and quite frankly its scaring the shit out of me that I'm talking to a man that probably wants me put away. But then I look at this picture and I don't know who Amanda is, but I know things that your friend should know."
"Amanda, where are you now?"
"I can't tell you that, Mr. Grissom. I already told you, I'm terrified of you. Mike and I left the apartment so you wouldn't find us. I've got to go."
"Sara, don't...."
She'd already hung up, and Catherine stood in front of him, a strange expression on her face.
"Sara?," she questioned, giving him a typical 'you've got a lot of explaining to do' look.
"Michael Yurdi's girlfriend, Amanda," Grissom explained as a picture of Mike and Amanda caught his eye. He picked it up and showed it to Catherine. "Amanda is Sara."
Catherine studied the picture. The girl was most definately Sara. She even had the scar on her hand from the lab explosion a few years back.
"Looks like she is very much alive," Catherine agreed.
"But she doesn't know who she is," he added.
"Trace the call?"
"You read my mind."
----
Amanda stared at her cell phone. She felt uneasy. It almost seemed right for him to call her Sara.
Mike walked out of the hotel bathroom.
"Who were you talking to?," he asked.
"I forgot my journal at the apartment. I was just kicking myself."
He nodded and put his arms around her.
Catherine, who was sitting across from Grissom, was the first to acknowledge his statement.
"Conrad we know Sara's killed before," she began. He interrupted her next sentence.
"We also found trace belonging to a Michael Yurdi. We have an address."
Grissom jumped out of his seat and grabbed his jacket.
"I'm going with you."
Ecklie decided not to argue and just followed Grissom out of the office, throwing Catherine a satisfied smirk before disappearing out the door.
"Glory hound," she remarked, grabbing her car keys from Grissom's desk and going to find Nick and Warrick.
----
Mike's aparment now resembled a magazine for housewives. It was spotless. There were large comfortable chairs and a window seat with thick cushions. Grissom picked up a book turned pages down on the windowsill. A journal. Written in Sara's handwriting.
His cell phone ran, startling everyone in the room.
"Grissom," he answered slowly, not recognizing the number that came up.
"Oh god," a bewildered voice whispered on the other end. "I.. I'm sorry. I must have the wrong number."
"Sara?"
"Who?," Amanda asked curiously, remembering the similarities between herself and the missing criminalist, Sara Sidle. "Umm, my name is Amanda. Sorry to bother you."
"Its alright, Amanda," Grissom sighed. "You sound alot like a friend of mine."
"Sara Sidle."
Now she knew she'd crossed a line. She looked around to make sure Mike wasn't close.
"How did you know that?"
Grissom walked away from the others so he could talk to her in private.
"She looks like me. Her picture from the paper."
"What did you say your name was again?"
"Amanda. Look, Mr. Grissom, I don't know how i got your number. I just picked up the phone and dialed it and quite frankly its scaring the shit out of me that I'm talking to a man that probably wants me put away. But then I look at this picture and I don't know who Amanda is, but I know things that your friend should know."
"Amanda, where are you now?"
"I can't tell you that, Mr. Grissom. I already told you, I'm terrified of you. Mike and I left the apartment so you wouldn't find us. I've got to go."
"Sara, don't...."
She'd already hung up, and Catherine stood in front of him, a strange expression on her face.
"Sara?," she questioned, giving him a typical 'you've got a lot of explaining to do' look.
"Michael Yurdi's girlfriend, Amanda," Grissom explained as a picture of Mike and Amanda caught his eye. He picked it up and showed it to Catherine. "Amanda is Sara."
Catherine studied the picture. The girl was most definately Sara. She even had the scar on her hand from the lab explosion a few years back.
"Looks like she is very much alive," Catherine agreed.
"But she doesn't know who she is," he added.
"Trace the call?"
"You read my mind."
----
Amanda stared at her cell phone. She felt uneasy. It almost seemed right for him to call her Sara.
Mike walked out of the hotel bathroom.
"Who were you talking to?," he asked.
"I forgot my journal at the apartment. I was just kicking myself."
He nodded and put his arms around her.