AN: Yay! Here's another one. Oh yes, I have some rather bad news and you guys are going to hate me. I have another trip coming up, the day after tomorrow. I'm going to Washington D.C. It's going to be a week long trip and I don't know if I will be able to get to a computer. So just a fair warning that if I might not be able to update for a while. On the bright side, I will get at least one more chapter off before then.
Greg had a fairly boring shift and Grissom actually let him off a few hours early. He was glad for the extra few hours he had. Things have been much happier around his apartment since Sara moved in. Which, was a little odd considering the circumstances. Greg parked his car and resisted the urge to tap on the window of the police detail car. They had probably been there for several hours and looked like they were half asleep.
Greg walked to his apartment and knocked twice on the door, mostly to warn Sara, and then proceeded to unlock the door. The apartment was dark, so Greg figured Sara was asleep. He put him keys and stuff down on the counter. Then he went to the bed room to make sure she was there.
She wasn't.
Greg quickly checked the rest of the apartment, coming up empty. Now he started to panic. He took a deep breath before exiting his apartment. He walked over to the police detail's car and tapped sharply on the window.
The cop jumped and quickly rolled down the window.
"Where is she," Greg snapped before the cop could question why he was there.
"What-"
"Sara, the woman you were supposed to be watching. And the little boy." Greg was near hysterics now and quite ready to knock the cop's jaw in.
"She's not in the apartment," the cop asked, the situation dawning on him.
"No she isn't in the apartment you idiot. If she was I wouldn't be here asking where the hell is she," Greg shouted at the cops. He was fed up with this. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Brass's number. He waited, holding his breath, pacing in a small circle.
"Brass,"Brass said at the other end of the line.
"Brass, Sara's gone," Greg said in a rush.
"Greg, is that you," Brass said. He sounded tired.
"SARA IS GONE," he shouted into the phone, speaking slowly.
"What," Brass said, now sounding fully awake.
"The two idiots that were supposed to be watching her let her get away! She is missing! You know what this means? Dirchy's got her!"
"Greg don't jump to conclusions-"
"What conclusions? Only one person they were supposed to be protecting her from! He's got to have her!"
"Greg. Greg listen to me! Try to calm down okay. Listen! I will be there as fast as I can. Don't kill the cops okay!"
Greg bit his lip and hung up the phone. He resumed pacing. The cops didn't know what to do.
"Well, the lights were shut off ...a little after midnight...that sound right," the cop asked his partner, who nodded.
"We though she had gone to sleep or something," he said.
Greg stopped and checked his watch. It was 6:23. That means Sara had been missing for about 6 hours. He dialed another number on his phone.
"Hello," said a cheerful voice at the other end.
"Lena," Greg said, making sure it was her.
"Greg? What's up?" Under other circumstances, if he wasn't buried under layers of panic, Greg would've been surprised that Lena recognized his voice already.
"Sara's missing," Greg said into the phone. He had resumed his pacing and his hands were shaking.
"WHAT," Lena shouted into the phone. "I though she had a police detail" Lena sounded as frantic as Greg did.
"She did. The idiots weren't watching her," Greg said as he glared daggers at the two cops sitting in the car.
"Oh God! Dirchy's got to have her. Ah shit shit SHIT! Listen Greg, I will be right over there. Don't hurt those cops until I get there. I want first swing." She hung up.
Despite the fact that not only did Lena live further away then Brass, but he also called her later, Lena arrived at Greg's apartment first. The first thing she did was shout angerly at the cops and kick the side of their door viciously. The she burst into tears and sat on the front stoop of Greg's apartment building. Not knowing what else to do, Greg sat down next to her and hugged her.
Brass arrived only a few minutes after Lena. His first action was much the same as Lena's.
"Tell me why you two imbeciles didn't see her leave the apartment," Brass shouted at the cops. They didn't say anything, just looked down at the sidewalk as Brass shouted at them.
"If that bastard Dirchy does anything to her or that kid I will throw you asses into prison right along next to him I swear!"
The cops still didn't look up. They could tell Brass was telling the truth. He swore a couple times and then pulled out his cell phone.
"Call for back up," he ordered the cops. Now with all the shouting and such, they had attracted a small crowd, mostly for the apartment building. "And set up a perimeter or something. Keep all these nosy civilians as far away as you can."
The cops started trying to carry out all Brass's orders at once, not that anybody noticed anymore. Greg was too busy trying to stop panicking, which was hopeless considering he was way past the panic phase and starting to enter the metal breakdown phase. Lena was still crying and Brass was quickly dialing the number for the crime lab.