I'm on a roll now. Thanks for reading and reviewing my little story. 2 more chapters and its over though, and then I'll have to think up something else to post. lol. Well the president is taking over CSI's time slot tonight so I have a little time to think about it. Now on to chapter 14.
Grissom had beat the police to the hotel. He knew he'd be in a lot of trouble for going up without them, but he was armed and that sicko had Sara. And Sara believe she was someone else. He pulled out his gun as he neared the room.
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Amanda sat alone in the bathtub. The water was a crimson red and tears fell freely from her eyes. She heard the door to the room snap open and she screamed loudly despite her efforts to stay calm.
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Grissom panicked when he entered the room. There was blood everywhere and he'd heard Sara scream.
"Sara!," he called out desperately, hoping she could answer. "Sara!!"
"Gil, get out of there!," Brass ordered, but Grissom ignored him. He had to find her.
"Grissom!," Sara yelled out from the bathroom. She remembered who she was now. She wasn't Amanda Peters.. She never had been. She put her hand up to her throat. Ugly purple and blue bruises in the shape of hands had begun to form. She wasn't a killer. But the realization that she had killed was setting in. She'd killed that man and now she'd killed Mike. She'd said before that she could never kill another human being and now she had. Twice. "Sara, honey," Grissom said softly as he took a towel and lifted her from the tub. She clung to him and sobbed into his shirt. "Don't come in here. I'll take care of her."
"I didn't... mean... to," she sobbed. He could see the bruising around her throat.
"Shh. It's ok, honey," he said, holding on to her.
Mike's body lay between the wall and the bed with a knife lodged in his throat. He'd never hurt anyone again.
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The entire lab was quiet. Sara was back, but any thought of celebration was thwarted by the presence of handcuffs on her wrists. She'd killed Mike,and, although Grissom had violently argued self defense, the DA was adamant about her standing trial for it. They claimed it would seem as though they were doing special favors for CSI unless they left it up to a judge and jury.
Grissom sat alone with Sara in her holding cell. She was resting her head on his chest.
"Gris," she whispered, having barely spoken since they'd left the hotel.
"What honey?"
"I killed him."
"Mike deserved it."
"Not him, Gris. That case that Ecklie was working on."
"They found Mike's fingerprints on the knife. The only thing they're accusing you of is killing Mike."
"I can't lie to them."
"You have to, Sara. I can't lose you again."
She looked up at him in shock.
"You want me to lie to the police?"
"Its not really a lie. He had you brainwashed."
She considered it for a moment and nodded. Then she put her head back on his chest.