Post-Butterflied
Disclaimer: I still don't own CSI and get no profit from writing these stories…yadda yadda yadda.
Chapter 12
"I never knew those old movies were so interesting," Sara said as she and Grissom walked out of the theater.
"They are my favorites. The movies these days are just not any good," Grissom explained.
"Well thanks for bringing me here," Sara told him.
"I'd ask if you want to go for a walk, but it can't be fun walking around with crutches," Grissom eyed her foot.
"I'm hoping to get a walking cast soon," Sara sighed, "but I don't know. We could walk for a little while."
"Are you sure? You don't have to do it for me," Grissom started to turn towards the parking lot.
"No, no I want to. Let's head down to the coffee shop at the end of the block. We can stop and sit and drink coffee," Sara offered.
"All right, if you insist," Grissom said.
"Oh I insist," Sara grinned.
"You're the cripple," Grissom teased, "if you are up for it then I am."
"Ha ha," Sara shook her head, "I'm not a cripple."
"Yet you can't walk on your own," Grissom raised his eyebrows.
"Oh be quiet," Sara said, "or I might crush your foot with my crutches. Then we could have matching injuries. It'd be cute."
"Uh, no thanks," Grissom stepped away from her, "I'm fine with two working feet."
"Well you're no fun," Sara laughed.
"Yes, how boring am I?" Grissom rolled his eyes, "because having your foot broken is a party."
"It is. You get to take a couple weeks off work. You make your boss skip out on work, claiming to be sick," Sara smiled, "it's really quite fun."
"You're not going to tell on me, are you?" Grissom asked.
"No way," Sara said, "I have no reason to turn you in. Besides, I'm an accomplice now, I was in on the fact that you faked an illness. You better act a little sick tomorrow at work though."
"Don't you worry about me," Grissom faked a cough.
Catherine's cell phone rang as she and Warrick were enjoying their breakfast.
"I have to take this," Catherine said, "it's Lindsey's school."
"Okay," Warrick replied through a bite of egg.
"Hello," Catherine answered.
"Ms. Willows?" a woman asked.
"This is her," Catherine replied.
"I'm Mrs. Kaminski, I'm Lindsey's teacher at school. I was just calling to see if she was okay, she's not in class and you didn't call her in this morning. Is she feeling well?" the woman asked.
"What? What do you mean she's not at school?" Catherine worried, "she should be there."
"No, she didn't come to class this morning," Mrs. Kaminski said.
"Maybe she's just at home," Catherine closed her eyes, "I wouldn't be surprised if she decided to ditch school. Thank you for calling."
"Let me know if you find her, okay?" Mrs. Kaminski finished, "goodbye."
"Something wrong?" Warrick asked.
"Lindsey didn't show up at school this morning," Catherine said seriously.
"I'll get the check," Warrick stood up quickly.
Catherine sat at the booth for a moment longer, praying that Lindsey was only skipping school. The thought that her daughter might be missing was terrifying. She tried to remain calm as she stood and joined Warrick at the counter, paying for their meal.
"I'll drive," Warrick offered, "you've got a lot on your mind at the moment."
"Okay," Catherine handed him her keys, not at all wanting to argue.
The second they arrived at her house, Catherine jumped out of the vehicle and dashed to the door. She ran inside and checked everywhere for Lindsey, but didn't find her. She found a note on the kitchen counter from the babysitter:
"I dropped Lindsey off at school this morning. I left a little bit of last night's dinner in the fridge for you in case you were hungry. I'll see you again tonight.
-Mary"
"Damn it!" Catherine slammed her fists onto the counter.
"What is it?" Warrick asked from behind.
Catherine jumped, forgetting he had been there, "The babysitter left a note saying she dropped Lindsey off at school this morning. Her teacher says she was not at school."
"Is there anywhere else she might go?" Warrick asked.
"I don't know," Catherine felt like she was going to cry.
"Maybe you should notify the police, have them keep an eye out for her," Warrick suggested.
"I have to go look for her," Catherine grabbed for her keys.
"No wait, Cath, you have no idea where she might be," Warrick pulled her back toward him, "you should try calling anywhere she might have gone. We don't know if she just walked off or what right now."
"Oh God, what if someone took her?" Catherine asked suddenly.
"We don't know anything yet, just try to stay calm," Warrick soothed, "let's start off by calling the police, okay?"
"Okay," Catherine took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down a little.
A/N: I felt the other characters were being neglected a little bit, so I am adding this story with Catherine and Lindsey. I know I haven't had Nick and Greg in the story much lately, but I hope to get to them too. I just don't know what to have happen with them. Anyway, hope you enjoy this latest installment.
