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Chapter 7
How is she?
"Sara, you're lucky you missed.' Catherine said after Sara relayed what had happened at the Madsen house.
A child had been hiding in the linen closet, Sara nearly shooting the child, when she had jumped out of the closet kicking and screaming, scratching and biting. The child had been fighting for her life. The little girl turned out to be, the ten year old niece of Madsen.
"Cath, I almost killed that little girl, I don't know what's worse. The fact that I damn near killed her, or that I missed." Sara said absently rubbing her upper arm, were you could just see the beginning of a bruise just under her shirt sleeve.
"If she had been the perp, then, I don't even want to imagine what could have happened to me or Nick or the both of us." She added sipping the coffee, that Greg had given her, from his own stash. She was still visibly shaken. Grissom had just walked into the break room, and went straight for Greg's coffee pot. Sara looked up from gazing at the floor for the past half hour. Smiling as he drained the pot in his cup Grissom took a seat by Catherine.
"How is she?" Sara asked with an expectant look on her face.
"She's in shock. She thought you and Nick was the killer. She thought he was coming back for her." He said sipping the coffee.
"O'Riley is still trying to contact the father." He added.
"God, that poor kid. Did she see anything?" Catherine asked.
"All she remembers is her aunt, waking her up and seeming very scared. Someone was knocking on the front door. Madsen made Malorie hid in the closet in the spare bedroom where she had been sleeping. She said it took her aunt to while to answer the door, but when she did she said she sounded relieved, happy almost. Malorie said she heared her aunt excuse herself, went back to the bedroom where Malorie was hiding, and told her it was okay to go back to bed, it had only been a game." Grissom said
"Wait Gil, Sara, you said she was found in the linen closet in bathroom off the kitchen." Cath said. Sara, looking up from her cup then at Grissom.
"Yeah Griss, we found her in the linen closet, not the bedroom." Sara stated,
"I know Sara, let me finish please." He said and Sara said waving her hand at him.
"Malorie said she remembers falling back asleep, because she woke up sometime later, she thought she heard something falling. But she said it must have been a dream. She was thirsty, so she went to the bathroom to get a drink, undetected mind you. Anyways that was when she seen him, her aunt was fighting, but Malorie said she looked tired. She couldn't see him because he had on a dark blue hooded sweatshirt with words on the back and the hood up. She also said he was wearing the same pants as Nick, khakis. She was frightened, so she hid in the first place she could think of." He said as Warrick was passing the door, then stopped and came into the room.
"Am I missing a party?" he asked with a smirk on his face. But letting it fall when he seen the emotion on everyone else's faces.
"What happened?" He asked still only just inside the door.
"I almost shot a little girl." Was all Sara said, then looking a little green. She got up from the chair that she had just occupied, walking around Warrick, she went in search of the closest bathroom to get sick in. Warrick's face shown the emotion that was playing in his heart.
"What?" was all he said, then asked "Didn't the uniforms clear the seen?"
"Or so we thought." Grissom said. Catherine, leaving her seat.
"I'm going to go make sure she's okay." The adding
"You can fill him in." she said nodding towards Warrick and went to find Sara.
"Grissom? Care to share?" Warrick asked and Grissom obliged.
Hunched over the toilet, now just getting over the dry heaves. Sara sobbed. There was a slight knock on the door then the tell tail sound of the squeaky bathroom door opening. Amazing. Sara thought. All the technology that they had access to and the damn janitorial staff couldn't keep a door from making noise.
"Sara? You okay?" Cath's voice asked softly.
"Go away Catherine." Was all Sara said weakly scrubbing her face with her hands, so there was no evidence of the tears that had fallen and even now threatened to fall again. Hearing the raw emotion in Sara's voice.
"Nope, sorry not with the way you sound. Come on Sara, open up." Before she got sentence finished. The door to the stall slowly swung open. Sara just stood there, tears beginning to fall once again.
"Aw, sweetie, come here." Catherine said enveloping Sara in a hug and slowly stroking her back.
"I could have killed her!" Sara sobbed.
"I know… I know, but the important thing is you didn't" she said continuing to rub Sara's back. All Sara did was sob. Laying all her emotions out, on the table. That's all it was raw, unshed emotion.
After composing herself, Sara walked in to the interrogation room. Brass looked up from where he was sitting. And Grissom got up from his chair and walked over to Sara.
"Are you okay?" Griss asked with a lift of his brow. Sara looked from him to Brass. Brass giving her a small smile of encouragement, Sara nodded
"Yeah, I think so." Sara said quietly. The returning the smile Brass had given.
"Okay then, lets get this done." Brass said, getting more comfortable in his chair.
"Mr. Jones, was about to explain why he didn't go to work, the day his wife disappeared." Brass said, both Grissom's and Sara's heads jerked from Michael Jones to Brass, Grissom with his famous, look of surprise, mouth half open. And Michael Jones looking guilty as hell.
