A/N: wow! 3rd story I have updated this week! I'm on a role. Well, this might be the last update for a while, as I am leaving for Texas on Monday. YEEHAW! LOL! sorry, had to. Well, please enjoy this chapter and remember to review!
--Emily--
Disclaimer: dont own it... but-
My Christmas List:
Dear Santa, I don't want much for Christmas, just a few things.
complete control over CSI (the script and everything.)
the complete CSI crew at my beck and call.
REVIEWS!!!!
Ok, so I don't own it yet. But maybe Santa will be nice this year. Lol.
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"Chase Rickter?" Catherine confirmed, looking at the screen.
"He was arrested for armed Robbery in '89."
"Well, where's his last known address?"
"0384 Amo Mueto Lane." Catherine raised an eyebrow.
"Amo Mueto?" she said with a smirk.
"Yeah. Oh, and get this. His city is Tudo Issu." Grissom sat back with an exasperated sigh.
"Well, obviously he's lying."
"Well, at least I think he is." Catherine gave a small laugh.
"Grissom, do you even know that 'Amo Mueto Tudo Issu' is a phrase when put together?"
"What does it mean?"
"It translates to 'I'm lovin' it.'" He looked at her, a curious expression etched on his face.
"What language?" Catherine shrugged.
"I don't know."
"Then how do you know what it means?"
"It was on the McDonalds cup. Lindsey took it upon herself one day to read me every single 'I'm Lovin' it on the McDonalds cup."
"Oh."
"So, we still have… nothing." Stated Catherine. Grissom gave her a small smile.
"We can't give up hope yet."
"I know. We need closure, for Sara's sake." Catherine wiped the small tear that was threatening to fall from her eye as she turned her attention back to the screen. "So, does he have any know alias's?"
"Um…"
"Yes. He does." Interrupted a voice from behind them. They whirled around to see special agent Taylor.
"Excuse me, but what are you doing here?" Grissom asked, not caring that he sounded rude.
"I have every right to be here. We are allowing your team to assist with this case." Grissom opened his mouth to say something but Catherine stopped him before her could say something that he would later regret.
"Ok, now, what do you know about him?"
"He lives on the outskirts of Las Vegas. Real name is Victor Trumpsy."
"Well, what are we waiting for…"?
"Ma'am, this is a federal investigation. You don't know half of what is going on right now. We need to go through this with caution and planning."
"But we have enough evidence…" Grissom started.
"Listen! I really wish I could tell you more. I understand that the victim was a close friend. But I don't have the clearance to reveal more." The man sounded surprisingly sincere. Catherine nodded.
"We understand Agent."
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Sara's hands shook as she signed herself into the doctor's office. It was her checkup, and she had planned on getting an ultrasound done. She sat down and glanced around at the other women that sat in the small room. Most of them had men holding onto their hands; some had other children running around. But one was a teenager who looked to be barely eighteen. Sara took a seat next to the lone girl.
"Hi." She said, her voice soft. The teen looked up at Sara.
"Hi." They sat in silence for a while before the girl broke the silence.
"So, uh, I guess congratulations." She looked around. "Where's the um, Dad?"
"Dead." She looked at Sara, shock evident in her clear blue eyes.
"Oh. I'm sorry. At least he wasn't some cheating bastard." She said, looking down at her protruding stomach.
"Who knows what he would have been like when he found out? He died even before I knew about the baby."
"Oh." Before she could say anything more, the high-pitched voice of the receptionist pierced the air.
"Hannah Brindel?" the teen smiled weakly at Sara.
"That's me. Nice meeting you."
"Yeah, you to." Ten minutes later, the same receptionist called out Sara's name. With her heart pounding, Sara slowly got up and made her way to the opened door. The nurse took her temperature and weight and led her to a small examination room. Five minutes had passed before the doctor entered.
"Sara Sidle?"
"Yes."
"How are you and the baby today?"
"Fine."
"How is your morning sickness?"
"I have it, but it's not that bad."
"And uh, what about the uh, Father. Is he going to be um, involved in this pregnancy?" Sara bit her lip, struggling to control the tears that threatened to spill.
"He's dead." The doctor cringed inwardly. She shouldn't have asked that.
"Oh. I'm really sorry. Well, uh, why don't we take a look at the baby."? Sara closed her eyes as the doctor began the examination and took the ultrasound. Some time later, she came into the room.
"So Sara, would you like to see a picture?" Sara's eyes brightened.
"Yes please." The doctor took out a small bleary x-ray (dear god I spelled x-ray wrong. I need to get some sleep!)
"That's your baby."
"Oh my gosh." Sara stared in amazement at the small fetus growing inside her.
"Do you want copies of it?"
"Yeah." She thought for a moment. One for her, and the team, that was five. And then Brass and Doctor Robbins, that made seven. And then Nick's parents. "I would like nine copies." She announced. The doctor smiled.
"Now, would you like to know your babies sex?" She took a deep breath. She had been thinking about this for a while, and still wasn't sure of what she wanted.
"Yes, I would like to know."
"You're having a baby girl." Sara smiled at the news. A baby girl, XX chromosomes (yeah! Kid wont have a high chance of having a sex-linked disease. Yup… another snippet of biology information brought to you by exams- stressing out people everywhere!)
"Thank you." As she walked out, she felt happier then she had in a while.
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James sat drumming his fingers as he waited for a call to come in. anything, he just wanted to get going and do something.
"Hey. James, right?" a tall slim man had made his way over to James' desk.
"Yeah."
"The names Bill. Where do you come from?"
"I used to work out in Texas. I needed a change so I decided to move up here." He replied, repeating the lie that had been drilled into his mind over and over again.
As the two men talked, neither was aware of a shadow, lurking outside of the old building. He peered in, surveying the office. He really didn't need to see everyone. He only had one target…
The man known as James.
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A/N: um, yeah, ok, so maybe that wasn't my bestest chapter. It was kind of weak. But really, how the hell should I know about doctor visits for babies? I am 14, I haven't had one (and don't plan on it!). well, as I said, I am going on vacation to Texas on Monday, so I am not sure when I will be able to update next. But still, REVIEW! think of it as a Christmas present. Lol.
--Emily--
