Disclaimer: Why, yes, I am Carol Mendohlsohn, and I do own CSI…whoops! It was just a dream. Oh! And I also don't own Lost. How disheartening. I don't even own a car.
A/N: Okay, I've figured out a better way to lay this story out, so, enjoy! And keep the reviews coming!
Before Long and Long After
The gang all lead Catherine down to where the other castaways were gathered.
"Okay guys," Sara began, "this is Catherine Willows. We've found one, let's keep looking for others." The group disbanded, leaving the CSIs.
Warrick had a look of panic on his face.
"Hey guys, did Greg get on the plane?" He asked.
Everyone thought about it. Nick was the first to speak.
"Well, he was pretty gung-ho about going on this trip, so maybe he got there late and had to sit away from us."
"But then that would mean…" Catherine began, but couldn't spit the words out.
Sara had left the group and began to walk down the beach, looking for anything that would answer some questions.
"Mom, look! Look what I made!" A twelve-year-old Sara Sidle yelled to her mother as she entered the home.
"Mom! I made this in science class. It's a mousetrap car. The string is attached to the snappy thing which is also attached to the wheels," She explained excitedly.
"That's very nice Sara," Her mother said wearily. "Why don't you go show your father?"
Sara raced out into the yard where her father would sit and read in the gazebo.
"Dad! Dad! Look what I made in school tod-"
There, in the gazebo, was her dad and Miss Smith, their neighbor, half dressed. Sara ran for the house, dropping her car and smashing it to pieces. Her father called out to her.
"Sara!"
"Sara!"
She looked back to see who was calling out to her, snapping out of her daze.
"Yeah?"
Nick came running down the beach towards her.
"They found another one, a young girl."
"How young?" She asked while getting out her notebook and pen.
"Younger than Lindsey, I'd say about four or five, six maybe."
Sara scribbled down the information and went with Nick to where the little girl was stationed. Sara sat down next to the little redheaded girl.
"Hi," Sara said, trying to get the girl's attention. She looked up from the sand she was playing with.
"Hi," She replied shyly.
"My name's Sara, what's yours?"
"Hera."
"That's a pretty name."
"My daddy said that Hera was the name of the queen of the gods on Mount Olympus and was the mother of Hercules, the strongest and bravest guy."
"Okay, Hera, you just stay right here and I'll be back to check on you, all right?"
Hera nodded and turned her attention back to the sand.
Sara ran into the house and accidentally slammed the door.
"Sara, what did I tell you about slamming doors?" Her mother asked as she turned the corner into the kitchen. Her scornful look turned into a frightful look as she saw the expression on her daughter's face.
"Sara, what's wrong?"
All young Sara could do was point to the gazebo where Miss Smith and her father were coming. Miss Smith's hair was all frazzled and instantly her mother knew what had happened.
"Sara, go to your room."
"But I didn't do anything!"
"Now, Sara."
Sara did as she was told. Up in her room, she got out a book and began to read. The next thing she knew, a police car and an ambulance were out in the driveway. An unfamiliar voice was yelling out to her.
"Sara!"
She remained silent, until she saw that it was a police officer calling to her.
"There you are. Sara, can you come with me please?"
"What's happening? Where are my mom and dad?"
The officer just looked at her, then knelt down in front of her.
"Sara, your mother did a terrible thing, and-"
"What did she do?" Sara demanded.
The officer closed his eyes and sighed.
"He killed your father and another person. I'm sorry."
Sara began to cry hysterically as the cop escorted her out to a second squad car.
"You'll be okay, Sara," The second officer comforted.
Sara began to calm down. She looked out the back window and saw her mother in handcuffs.
The last image she had of both of her parents weren't good ones.
Sara sat in the shade of some trees, reading over the list of survivors over and over again.
"Any sign of Greg?" Sara asked Grissom as he walked by.
"Not yet, but hopefully he'll turn up soon. We can only hope for the best.
TBC
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