Author: phantombabe
Rating: PG-13 (For violence and some language)
Disclaimer: Same as in chapter one. J
Comments: Thank you sooo much for the reviews that I've already gotten. They mean a lot to me. They inspire me to keep writing. I can only hope that I get more of them. Xoxo to all my fans. Also, I can't remember if Warrick has a sister or not, let alone remember her name. If any one knows please let me know. But enough of that. Lets get to the story.
Chapter Two: Sam
Warrick stared at the shaking tiny figure of a little girl. He started to reach down to help her up but she bolted to a back room. The officer started to chase after her, but Warrick grabbed him by his shoulder.
"No. I think you've helped enough for one night." He said with a look in his eyes that dared the officer to challenge him.
After he was sure he had proven his point, Warrick headed to the back room. He hadn't meant to be so cruel to the younger officer, but he couldn't afford him spooking the little girl again. She had already been through enough. She didn't need a trigger-happy officer hanging around.
He got to the back room where the girl had disappeared. He took a quick look around to be sure it was safe. He didn't see the girl, but he knew she was in there. He shined his light around as he walked into the room.
"Hello?" He said hoping to get some kind of response from the girl. "My name is Warrick Brown. I'm a CSI. I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to help."
"Go away." Said a little voice from behind the bed.
Warrick heard the voice and walked around to the opposite side of the bed. He saw the little girl huddled in a corner with her knees drawn up to her chest.
"Hey there." He said, unable to think of anything else to say to the frightened child.
"I said go away." The girl said trying to move further into the corner than she already was.
Warrick noticed that the girl couldn't be any older than eight or nine.
"What's your name?" Warrick asked, sitting down cross-legged in front of the little girl.
"Samantha Bailey… my mommy and Daddy call me Sam." The little girl said playing with the little ruffles on the bottom of her pink nightgown.
"That's a nice name. My sister's name is Samantha." He said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Really?" The little girl asked, obviously intrigued by the fact that someone else had the same name as her.
"Yeah. She lives downtown. Maybe you'll get to meet her sometime."
"That would be nice." She said slightly smiling. But her smile immediately disappeared when she saw Warrick's gun in it's holster by his side. She immediately cowered back into the corner.
Shit! Warrick thought to himself. Why didn't he think of that.
He immediately took the gun out and laid it behind him.
"No. No. It's ok. Look Sam." Warrick said holding his hands up in the air. "It's gone." He said trying to gain the girls trust again.
She slowly peeked out from behind her arms that were wrapped around her tiny legs. When she did she noticed that Warrick's hand was bleeding.
"Your hand is bleeding." She said.
"It's nothin' but a scratch." He said noticing the gash in his hand.
The little girl reached in her dresser drawer and pulled out a blue bandana and slowly inched her way over to Warrick. She then hesitantly took his hand in hers and gently wrapped the bandana around his hand.
"I hope that helps. She said hurrying back to her corner which was only about three feet away from Warrick.
"Thank you." He said smiling.
"How old are you?" Warrick asked, amazed at how well she wrapped his hand.
"Eight." She said after a long pause.
So he was right.
"Really?" He said examining the make-shift bandage.
"Yeah. My birthday was last Tuesday."
"No kidding! That was my birthday!" Warrick said smiling at the girl who had become comfortable enough to sit cross-legged in front of him, instead of huddled in a corner. "What did you get for your birthday?" He asked.
"This." Said the little girl standing up to get a doll from off the shelf above her bed and sitting down again. "Her name's Emily." She said gently stroking the dolls hair. "You want to meet her?" The girl said with a look of excitement on her face.
"I'd love to." Warrick said taking the doll from the girls outstretched hand. "Hello Emily. My name is Warrick." He said holding the doll about a foot away from his face.
"She likes you." Said the little girl looking at the doll.
"Well I like you too." Said Warrick happy that the girl had finally become comfortable with him.
Sam giggled and took the doll back as Warrick handed it to her.
Warrick finally decided to make a somewhat daring suggestion.
"Hey Sam, what do you say we go outside and meet some of my friends?" Warrick asked hoping the girl would agree, so that he could get her out of this horrible house.
She looked hesitant for a moment.
"What are your friends like?" She asked absentmindedly stroking the dolls hair.
"They're nice people. They work with me. I'm sure you'll love Greg. He's funny." Warrick said trying to convince the girl to come with him.
"How old is he?" The girl asked suddenly becoming interested.
"Well he's my age, but he acts like he's about five." Warrick said smiling. Telling her about the time Greg had jumped out of the lab wearing the women's head piece and was dancing around to the music he's always blaring in there.
"I want to meet him." The girl said smiling.
"I'll take you to meet him right now if you like." Warrick said standing up to leave.
"I don't want to go back out there." The girl said standing up to leave but looking at her feet.
The sound of the girls voice broke Warrick's heart. She sounded so full of sadness and tired. Like she hadn't slept for weeks.
Warrick kneeled down to lower himself to her eye level. But before he could even say anything she ran over and basically fell into his arms. She began crying hysterically.
Warrick was caught off guard, but wrapped his arms around her and held her. Pulling her into his lap. He rocked her back and forth, talking to her softly.
"Shh. Everything's gonna be alright." He said trying to comfort the girl.
After only about the two minutes she was fast asleep in his arms. He grabbed his gun and re-holstered it and stood up. He then carried her out of the room, into the hallway. He saw Grissom outside in the living room with the officer that Warrick had already met. Grissom looked up and saw the small bundle that was in Warrick's arms and just raised one eyebrow.
"Warrick? Who's that?" He asked quietly thinking to himself I leave these people alone for two seconds, and look what happens.
"She's the daughter of the two victims." Warrick said barely above a whisper, as to not wake Sam.
Grissom's features suddenly became full of sympathy and compassion.
"Where'd she come from?" Grissom asked.
"She was here the whole time. The scene wasn't exactly cleared properly." Warrick said quickly glancing at the officer that was standing behind Grissom.
Grissom whirled around to face the officer.
"Do you people not know how to your job? Is that it? Because this is the third time that this has happened. Is it not enough that we lost a CSI and almost lost another one just last month, because of this stupid crap? I mean you people have just one job to do. Make sure the scene is clear and you can't even do that!"
Warrick placed one hand on Grissom's shaking shoulder. He turned back around to face Warrick.
"I'm gonna take her back to the office. I think if we want to get any information as to what happened we need to get her away from this place." Warrick said looking down at the girl sympathetically.
"That's a good idea. Nick and I will finish up here. We'll meet you back at the office in about an hour or so."
"Sounds good." Warrick said turning to walk out, but was stopped when Grissom placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Warrick, I know I don't need to say it, but-"
"I know. Don't get too attached. You're right you don't need to tell me." Warrick said smiling.
Grissom just smiled "Just be careful." With that he walked back to the master bedroom. No doubt hoping to find some of his precious little friends with six legs. Warrick just smiled and walked out the front door. He started walking to his SUV. He kept getting weird looks from the by-standers and other officers. He was sure they were wondering where he was taking her.
He walked up to his SUV and gently laid Sam in the passenger seat. He pulled the seatbelt around her and buckled it. He then went into the rear passenger seat and pulled out a red blanket he kept there. He then shut the door and gently laid the blanket over the sleeping child. He closed the passenger door and walked around the front of the car and pulled himself into the drivers seat and shut the door. He took one final look at the house and drove off.
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