Or so they thought.
It was June 13th, and Greg Sanders just turned on the news.
"This just in, the girl who was kidnaped six weeks ago has turned up alive."
Her picture showed up on the screen and Greg's jaw dropped to the floor. It was the case he had been stuck on. The case he and Grissom had been stuck on. Tracy Myers was supposed to have died. It's what the kidnapperclaimed in his ransom note. It's what everyone thought. The family had already picked out a coffin for heras soon as her body turned up.
"The tables had turned for her kidnapper. Myers single-handedly tricked him when she begged to use a gas station washroom and got the store clerk to call the cops. She seems too shocked to say anything about the past six weeks. No one has a clue what happened to her."
At that, Greg's phone rang on him.
"Talk to me," he said nonchalantly into the phone.
"Greg, it's me."
It was Grissom.
"So you heard?"
"About Tracy? Yeah, of course I have. You know I always watch the news."
"Right."
"Isn't it amazing? We can finally crack this dead end case."
"Yeah... and that she had enough courage to get the store clerk to call the cops."
"It's been done before, Greg."
A sigh from Greg.
"See you later?"
"Tomorrow, Greg."
"Okay, love you too."
Greg hung up before Grissom could reply. He always did that to bug him. But for some strange reason that Greg didn't get, Grissom was annoyed by it.
"Morning, Gris," Greg said, strolling into the lab where Grissom and Sara were. He noticed something was different and realized he'd just ruined "a moment of theirs."
Nice timing, Greg, he thought to himself.
"Where did you ever get the idea that you could call me 'Gris'?" Grissom asked, annoyed as usual.
"Sorry," Greg mumbled.
"See you guys later," Sara said, focusing only on Grissom.
"Ooh, Grissom and Sara, sitting in a tree," Greg cooed.
"What are you talking about?" Grissom asked, giving Greg the same old "you're so weird" look, although he knew perfectly well what Greg was talking about.
"Nothing," Greg said, and added quietly, "Lover boy."
Grissom didn't hear the last remark.
"I'll go call Tracy and ask her to come in for questioning."
"All righty boss," Greg said, saluting him out of the lab. He sat back in his chair and lifted up a photo off the table in front of him. It was a recent picture of Tracy Myers, two days before her disappearance. Greg always thought she was pretty. She looked just like a model, being so thin and so tall. She had long brown hair and brown eyes, and apparently always scribbled things down in a notebook. She majored in English and studied to become a writer. Her father described her as an "old soul." Her mother wanted her to become a model, but Tracy always turned model scouts down. Quoted from her father, "The thought of drifting through life as a prissy, airheaded model made her sick." He knew he would like her if he actually met her. And now that was going to happen. He snapped out of his daze when Grissom walked in.
"She'll be here in an hour," Grissom announced.
Greg dropped the photo back onto the table and walked with Grissom to where they would talk to Tracy for the first time. Every now and then when they waited, Grissom would say things like, "Don't be insensitive" and "Don't be an ass," and then he'd say, "Just don't talk" and "Just be anyone but yourself."
After an hour of listening to Grissom's rules, Tracy Myers and her parents walked through the door.
Her spirit seemed shattered. Her eyes didn't have the same spark as they did in the picture. Her posture was completely terrible. Very un-model like. It blew Greg's mind to see the transformation this girl has made, just by what some terrible man has done.
She looked at Greg right in the eyes when she sat down. And I mean really looked into his eyes.
She seemed to be searching for something in his eyes, like a friend with some comfort for her, something she forgot the meaning of. It was the most intense stare Greg had ever gotten. He was utterly baffled by this girl. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.
A/N: Pleeeeease review my story... it may not be the greatest... I kind of wrote it in twenty minutes. Plus, it is my first real story. Thanks for reading, anyway. I'll only continue if you review.
