Okay, now I'm going to change perspective here. I'm not sure if that's
allowed in writing, but I don't see why not. Besides, I want to get in
Grissom's head today :)
'It's not like her to be late,' Grissom thought, looking up from the paperwork that cluttered his desk. He really didn't enjoy that aspect of the job, and was glad to find an excuse, no matter how small, to avoid it. If only for a little while. He decided that he should call her. Sara rarely arrived late to work, in fact she was typically there before everyone. And the times she had been late, she'd called before hand to let him know.
He dialled the number, waiting for a few rings before he heard the sound of a man's voice on the other end. Sara wasn't involved with anyone? Was she? Her work was her life? Maybe he's family, he thought to himself. "Hello, this is Gil Grissom from the Crime Lab, is Miss Sidle available?" He paused a moment, listening, before continuing. "Oh, is she alright? Is there anything she needs?... Well, she did look a little under rested on her last shift... Well, when she does wake up, tell her I called... Thank you. You have a good night."
He was about to hang up the phone, but thought he heard a voice, like the mysterious man from before had said something else, so he brought the phone back to his ear and listened. That's when he heard it. Sara, his student, his colleague, his friend, had called out his name. "Sara! Sara!" Was all he managed to say before he heard a loud crash, and the line went dead.
This couldn't be good. Sara was in trouble and needed his help. He immediately dialled out another number, this time Brass, and filled him in on the details. He was momentarily relieved when the Captain said he'd send someone over right away. He looked back down at his paperwork. This wasn't what he meant when he wished for a distraction from his duties. He'd do paperwork every waking moment, if it could only mean his team would be kept safe.
His team, he had to tell the others. The authorities would most likely take the night shift off the case in the morning, due to their close involvement with the victim, but until then, they were all she had, and he planned to make the most of the hours ahead of him. They still had nearly eight hours of solid work time before the day shift returned and Grissom desperately hoped to find Sara long before that.
He walked through the halls, searching for anyone on his team. They hadn't been assigned a case yet tonight, so they should all be around somewhere. He figured the break room. That was where they typically met to pass out assignments. His assumption was correct. Everyone on his team, including the lab technician was hanging around the small room, some sipping a beverage, while others flipped through the latest forensic magazines.
Not wanting to waste time, nor work out the best way of telling the others, he opted for just coming out and saying what had happened. They were all shocked, worried, and unsure of themselves. Even Catherine, who didn't always see eye-to-eye with her co-worker didn't wish for anything like this to happen. Grissom told them all not to jump to conclusions, but he, along with the rest of the team was having trouble not too.
They suspected that if the man were going to kill her right away, he would have done it already. Also, that now his secret was out, he'd both want to and have to move their location to a more secured one as quickly as possible. They also figured, Sara would fight him, try to resist as long as possible, hopefully long enough for Brass and his men to arrive, but they knew the police were at least a ten minute drive from her home, and that would provide ample time for the man to over power Sara and either kill her, or take her with him. They didn't want to even imagine the first option, so they kept the second one in the forefront of their minds.
Perhaps that was the reason why the day shift would ask to take over the case. In fact, he knew that was the reason they would. It becomes hard to stay objective when you are dealing with one of your owns' fate. They would have to stay objective if they hoped to find Sara. He really hoped it wouldn't come down to a race with the clock, but with his experience regarding the subject, he knew it most likely would.
The team headed out immediately, splitting into two groups. Warrick and Nick, taking one Tahoe, while Grissom and Catherine took the other. Each car was not only equipped with the latest forensic instruments, but also with some of the most able-bodied criminalists in the country. If someone had a good chance of recovering their friend, these were the people to count on.
Long minutes later, they arrived at the scene. Brass and his men were already searching the place, trying not to disturb anything that may prove critical to the Crime Scene Investigation team. They pointed out the major points of disturbance to the newly arriving group, the bloodstain on the wood grain floor, along with the broken phone and the toppled lamp. Nothing else appeared out of the ordinary.
The team knew the wealth of what they'd find would not be seen by the naked eye, and set down their field kits, ready to get to work. After pulling on a pair of gloves, Nick started photographing the scene, Catherine waved an ultraviolet light about the place, searching for any hidden fluid stains, Warrick dusted for fingerprints and Grissom took samples of the blood.
Nothing definitive was found at the scene. They'd have to process the evidence back at the lab before they knew anything. A number of fingerprints were found, including a partial on the smashed phone, which looked promising to Warrick. He knew the suspect did use the phone when talking to Grissom, so he remained hopeful that at least this piece of evidence would lead them to a name.
Unsure of whose blood Grissom was dealing with, he collected the samples without drawing any conclusions. He would let the evidence tell the story of what happened, and to do that he'd have to wait on Greg's analysis of the samples. The supervisor looked at the rest of his team, who were quickly finishing up and returning various items to their kits. The work moved remarkable fast when his entire team worked together. No, not his entire team. One was missing. One who needed their help, and he fully intended to do all he could to help her.
'It's not like her to be late,' Grissom thought, looking up from the paperwork that cluttered his desk. He really didn't enjoy that aspect of the job, and was glad to find an excuse, no matter how small, to avoid it. If only for a little while. He decided that he should call her. Sara rarely arrived late to work, in fact she was typically there before everyone. And the times she had been late, she'd called before hand to let him know.
He dialled the number, waiting for a few rings before he heard the sound of a man's voice on the other end. Sara wasn't involved with anyone? Was she? Her work was her life? Maybe he's family, he thought to himself. "Hello, this is Gil Grissom from the Crime Lab, is Miss Sidle available?" He paused a moment, listening, before continuing. "Oh, is she alright? Is there anything she needs?... Well, she did look a little under rested on her last shift... Well, when she does wake up, tell her I called... Thank you. You have a good night."
He was about to hang up the phone, but thought he heard a voice, like the mysterious man from before had said something else, so he brought the phone back to his ear and listened. That's when he heard it. Sara, his student, his colleague, his friend, had called out his name. "Sara! Sara!" Was all he managed to say before he heard a loud crash, and the line went dead.
This couldn't be good. Sara was in trouble and needed his help. He immediately dialled out another number, this time Brass, and filled him in on the details. He was momentarily relieved when the Captain said he'd send someone over right away. He looked back down at his paperwork. This wasn't what he meant when he wished for a distraction from his duties. He'd do paperwork every waking moment, if it could only mean his team would be kept safe.
His team, he had to tell the others. The authorities would most likely take the night shift off the case in the morning, due to their close involvement with the victim, but until then, they were all she had, and he planned to make the most of the hours ahead of him. They still had nearly eight hours of solid work time before the day shift returned and Grissom desperately hoped to find Sara long before that.
He walked through the halls, searching for anyone on his team. They hadn't been assigned a case yet tonight, so they should all be around somewhere. He figured the break room. That was where they typically met to pass out assignments. His assumption was correct. Everyone on his team, including the lab technician was hanging around the small room, some sipping a beverage, while others flipped through the latest forensic magazines.
Not wanting to waste time, nor work out the best way of telling the others, he opted for just coming out and saying what had happened. They were all shocked, worried, and unsure of themselves. Even Catherine, who didn't always see eye-to-eye with her co-worker didn't wish for anything like this to happen. Grissom told them all not to jump to conclusions, but he, along with the rest of the team was having trouble not too.
They suspected that if the man were going to kill her right away, he would have done it already. Also, that now his secret was out, he'd both want to and have to move their location to a more secured one as quickly as possible. They also figured, Sara would fight him, try to resist as long as possible, hopefully long enough for Brass and his men to arrive, but they knew the police were at least a ten minute drive from her home, and that would provide ample time for the man to over power Sara and either kill her, or take her with him. They didn't want to even imagine the first option, so they kept the second one in the forefront of their minds.
Perhaps that was the reason why the day shift would ask to take over the case. In fact, he knew that was the reason they would. It becomes hard to stay objective when you are dealing with one of your owns' fate. They would have to stay objective if they hoped to find Sara. He really hoped it wouldn't come down to a race with the clock, but with his experience regarding the subject, he knew it most likely would.
The team headed out immediately, splitting into two groups. Warrick and Nick, taking one Tahoe, while Grissom and Catherine took the other. Each car was not only equipped with the latest forensic instruments, but also with some of the most able-bodied criminalists in the country. If someone had a good chance of recovering their friend, these were the people to count on.
Long minutes later, they arrived at the scene. Brass and his men were already searching the place, trying not to disturb anything that may prove critical to the Crime Scene Investigation team. They pointed out the major points of disturbance to the newly arriving group, the bloodstain on the wood grain floor, along with the broken phone and the toppled lamp. Nothing else appeared out of the ordinary.
The team knew the wealth of what they'd find would not be seen by the naked eye, and set down their field kits, ready to get to work. After pulling on a pair of gloves, Nick started photographing the scene, Catherine waved an ultraviolet light about the place, searching for any hidden fluid stains, Warrick dusted for fingerprints and Grissom took samples of the blood.
Nothing definitive was found at the scene. They'd have to process the evidence back at the lab before they knew anything. A number of fingerprints were found, including a partial on the smashed phone, which looked promising to Warrick. He knew the suspect did use the phone when talking to Grissom, so he remained hopeful that at least this piece of evidence would lead them to a name.
Unsure of whose blood Grissom was dealing with, he collected the samples without drawing any conclusions. He would let the evidence tell the story of what happened, and to do that he'd have to wait on Greg's analysis of the samples. The supervisor looked at the rest of his team, who were quickly finishing up and returning various items to their kits. The work moved remarkable fast when his entire team worked together. No, not his entire team. One was missing. One who needed their help, and he fully intended to do all he could to help her.
