Author: phantombabe
Rating: PG-13 (for violence and some language)
Disclaimer: Same as in chapter one. J
Comments: Once again, thanks to all of you who have taken the time to review and tell me what you think of the story. By all means feel free to give me some suggestions. I might add them to my story. Also xoxo to all my fans.
Chapter Three: Meet'n the Guys
Warrick pulled up at the office about thirty minutes after he left the crime scene. He turned the car off and got out and walked to Sam's side of the car. Amazingly she had slept the whole way.
He opened the passenger side door and unbuckled her seatbelt. When he did, she all but fell out of the car into his arms. He caught her and picked her up blanket and all, and carried her up to the glass doors that led into the building. Someone coming out was nice enough to open the door for him, but giving him an awkward look when he saw the girl sleeping in his arms. Warrick thanked him and walked to the elevators. He pushed the button and waited for the elevator. While he was waiting, Sarah had come in. She walked up to him.
"Whatcha got there?" She asked looking at Sam.
Warrick looked up and saw Sarah.
"Oh. Well good morning to you too." He said sarcastically. "Do you remember that case that Grissom Catherine and I got assigned to this morning?"
"Yeah the husband and wife case over on Harris road. What about it."
"Well they had a daughter. Nobody even knew she was there until I got there."
The elevator doors opened and they walked in hitting the button for the ninth floor.
Sarah looked shocked, "You mean they didn't clear the scene properly?"
"Nope. Grissom was furious. I really thought he was gonna lose it." Warrick said, remembering having to stop Grissom before he said or did something that he probably would regret later.
"What's her name?" Sarah said gently moving a strand of hair away from the girls face.
"Sam. She's only eight years old." Warrick said felling sorry for her. In only a few moments, her whole life had disappeared.
"Poor thing." Sarah said sympathetically.
The elevator doors opened and they walked out. Just when she was about to walk to her office she suddenly she noticed Warrick's hand was wrapped in a blue bandana and appeared to be bleeding.
"What happened?!" She asked worriedly as she took Warrick's right hand into hers.
"An officer got spooked and almost shot Sam on accident, but I grabbed the gun before that happened." He said letting her examine his hand.
"Ouch." She said as she unwrapped the bandana. When she did she saw that it was still bleeding a little.
"Let me stitch that up." She said never taking her eyes off the wound.
Warrick was hesitant at first.
"It's ok. It's just a scratch." He said trying to balance Sam with one arm.
"Humor me." She said wrapping his hand back up.
They walked into Warrick's office. Warrick gently laid Sam onto his small black couch. And pulled the blanket up to her chin. When he was satisfied that she was comfortable, he walked back to his desk and sat behind it.
Apparently Sarah had gone into the lounge and gotten the first aid kit and returned in the time it took Warrick to situate Sam.
"Give me your hand." She said turning Warrick's desk light on and situating it over his hand.
She then unwrapped his hand and wiped it with a antibacterial wipe.
Warrick made a sort of hissing sound when she did.
"Sorry. I forgot to mention that that would burn a little.
"No kidding." He said sarcastically.
It was all she could do to keep from laughing. But she managed. She then pulled out a syringe and filled it with some sort of liquid.
"What's that?" He asked, starting to get a little worried.
"Unless you want me to stitch your hand, and you feel every single stitch I suggest you let me give you this." She said smirking at the way his face suddenly got even more worried.
"Just relax." She said as the injected his hand.
"So what do you think happened?" Sarah asked, trying to get his mind off of his hand.
"I don't think he killed her." He said watching her work. "I think they were murdered and I'm not sure yet why they left Sam behind." He said glancing over at Sam sleeping on his couch.
"How do you know?"
"I don't, but it just doesn't fit. Why would a husband brutally beat his wife but leave the daughter, that he knew was home, and then kill himself."
"It does seem odd, but I've seen stranger." She said without looking away from his hand.
"I know. I'm gonna talk to Sam when she wakes up and see if there's anymore family. Then later this afternoon I guess I'll go talk to the guys at Mr. Bailey's work." He looked up at the clock and noticed that it was almost 5:00 am.
"Ok. All finished." She said as she cut the last thread.
"Thanks Sarah." He said as she wrapped his hand in a white bandage.
"No problem. Anytime. But that's not an invitation for you to go out and get yourself hurt again." She said smiling as she put the extra bandage and supplies back into the first-aid pack.
Then suddenly Sam started to move around.
Warrick got up quickly and walked over to her and kneeled down in front of the couch.
She opened her eyes and looked at Warrick and then at Sarah.
"Who is she?" She asked, directing her question to Warrick.
"Her name is Sarah. She's a friend of mine that I work with."
"Hi." She said inching closer to Warrick, not too sure about the new stranger.
"Hi there. What's your dolls name?" Sara asked pointing at Sam's doll.
"Emily." Sam said sweetly as she held her out so Sarah could see.
"She's beautiful." Said Sarah. "I have to go now but maybe we can talk later and I'll introduce you to my favorite doll." Sarah said smiling.
"Really!" Sam said sitting up excitedly.
"Sure." Sarah said as she stood up. "I guess I'll see you then."
"Ok. I look forward to it."
"Me too." Said Sarah as she walked out of Warrick's office.
Sam watched her leave and looked at Warrick.
"She's nice." She said hugging her doll.
"Yes she is. She loves kids." He said pushing a strand of stray hair, that was in her face, back behind her ear.
"Can I meet Greg now?" Sam asked excitedly.
"Sure. But first lets see what we can do about getting you some clothes." He said pulling out his cell phone. He called Catherine.
PHONE CONVERSATION
"Hello?"
"Hey Catherine."
"Oh hey Warrick."
"Hey listen. Would you mind bringing in some of Lindsey's old clothes, from when she was about eight on your way in?
"Sure no problem. But I gotta ask… Why?"
"I'll explain everything when you get here."
"Ok. I'll see ya then."
"Bye."
"Bye."
END OF PHONE CONVERSATION
"Well Catherine will be bringing you some clothes to change into." Warrick said putting his cell phone back into it's holster at his hip.
"Is Catherine another one of your friends?" Sam asked curiously.
"Yes. If anything she's my best friend. She's a truly kind person and has always been there when I needed her."
"Do I get to meet her too?" She asked suddenly getting sleepy again.
"Of course. You get to meet all of my friends. But for now, why don't you get some sleep. I'll wake you up when Catherine gets here."
"You promise?" She asked snuggling down into the blanket that Warrick tucked under her chin.
"I promise." He said turning out the light that was on the table next to her head.
He got up and walked over to his desk and sat down in his leather chair.
He watched her sleep for the longest time and then finally started getting sleepy too.
As he laid his head down on his folded arms he thought Sorry Grissom. I guess I can't do anything right.
He was becoming more attached than he was willing to admit.