"What've we got today?" Nick asked as Grissom entered the room and got all of their attention.
"Alright, Nick, Sara, you guys are going to head down to the Mirage. Three people checked in, three people were found dead in their hotel room. Cath, you, Warrick, and Greg are going to this address," he handed Warrick a paper with the information on it, "Brass will fill you in on the details and I'll meet up with you later." He mentioned to Sara and Nick
"Got it," Warrick replied and he and the rest of the team headed out to their crime scenes.
Nick got in the passenger's side of Sara's Denali and they headed over to the Mirage. After talking to one of the officers outside, they headed up to the 36th floor and checked out the scene.
"Wow, this place is a mess," Nick looked around the room, "Everything is covered in blood."
"And apparently, someone doesn't like the food service here, all the plates are smashed." Sara looked around and studied the crime scene.
She examined one of the bodies. "There are wounds on the throat and wrists." She got a swab and collected some blood for tests. "From what I can see, the weapon was small and sharp; maybe a pocket knife?"
Nick had been rummaging through an open drawer. "I didn't find any weapon, but I have a notepad here. It might be able to tell us something; looks like it may have been used." He placed the notepad in a plastic bag and continued through the drawer; there was a bible. Nick opened it up and flipped through it. Inside there was a small folded piece of paper.
"What's this?" He took it out and unfolded it to reveal a note, "It says, "I'm sorry, God. You made me do this." Nick flipped the paper over and read the few words that had been written there, "I SEE YOU."
"What the hell?" Sara said and turned around, looking about the room.
"Do you know if that officer did a full and complete search of this whole suite?"
"He said the maid found the bodies and showed them to her and that's it."
"Stay here," he got out his gun and moved towards the doorway. Slowly, he pointed his gun in front of him and turned the corner only to find an empty bathroom.
He turned around shook his head and then moved to the bedroom to the left. Same; nobody in sight. Turning the corner, he went to investigate the other bathroom and closet in there.
Sara glanced around nervously; she had never been in a situation like this before. She became more uneasy when the small closet by the door opened about an inch. Frozen stiff; she didn't know whether to go over and open the door or hold her breath and wait for Nick to come back in a few minutes.
Too late; the door opened more, still so slowly. Sara watched it all in what seemed like slow motion. She tried so hard to yell, but it was useless now. It was all over. Inside, she knew that someone was going to come out of there and she'd end up a murder case; hopefully the night shift wouldn't have to investigate.
It opened more and more and inside it was dark; too dark to actually see anything inside, except for the shine of light reflecting off of something metallic. And just as she had played out in her mind moments before, someone came tumbling out of the closet, but it wasn't what she had expected. The reflected light from a knife came from a knife that was lodged in this person's chest and he was bleeding profusely.
She breathed a sigh of relief, "Nick!"
He came running into the other room and rushed to help the injured person. Sara stood there for a second and then came over, too. "Go get help," she said, "I'll radio Grissom and try to get him over here."
"Here, take my gun. I'll be back soon."
Sara nodded and then knelt down to help the victim. "Sir, we're getting you help. Stay with me." She took out the knife from his chest and put some pressure on the wound. The man looked at her; he saw what she was doing.
With all of his energy, he grabbed the knife from the floor and stabbed her in the side, though not deep enough to cause any serious damage.
Sara gasped out in pain and backed off from the man. What the hell, she thought and grabbed Nick's gun from beside her, pointing it at the man who lay on the floor dying.
She grabbed the radio from her side, "This is Sara, I need some help up here."
She got up and limped to the doorway; carefully walking close to the wall and farthest away from the man who had just tried to kill her. She limped out into the barren hallway and started towards the elevator. It seemed to take an eternity for the elevator to arrive at her floor. Nobody was on it; was that good or bad? It didn't matter, she just needed to get down to the ground level and get some help. Once again, she got her radio and tried to get a hold of Nick. "Nick, I'm using the elevator and I'll be down in a few minutes. That man, he needs help more than I do, even if he tried to kill me. Get paramedics."
Thank god the elevator didn't stop at any other floors, she thought. The doors opened and she limped out and found a spot by the wall to sit down against and wait for someone to come.
Finally, she heard a voice, "Sara?" It wasn't Nick who was calling her name, but Grissom who rushed over to her.
"I was stabbed, but I'm fine."
Grissom knew she wasn't "fine." "No you aren't, Sara." He gave her a hand and helped her up and then she put her arm around his shoulder and he helped her walk down the hallway to the paramedics. "I'm glad you're okay. When Nick said you'd been hurt, I pictured the worst. I didn't know what had happened today and if something had happened that night with the DUI, I don't know what I would have done."