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Officer Robert Davis had been on the force twelve years. Combine that with his four year tour with the army and he had seen more humans at their most destructive than you could shake a stick at. He had come a long way from his abused child background, but there had still been more darkness than light. The owner of the only light was his wife, now dead by the hands of some creep.
Grissom and Brass listened as he told them this. "I loved my wife, but she was just so young and lively. Sometimes I had a hard time keeping up. I mean she wasn't even old enough to drink when we got married. She is-- was barely old enough to drink now."
Grissom looked to Brass as Davis held his head in his hands and looked to the ground. Brass nodded to the unasked question. "Well, Mr. Davis I just have a couple more questions then you can go. Why were you home at the time your wife died?"
Davis raised his head and looked across the interrogation room at the small window. "Melissa. Melissa was still little miss party girl. I thought that maybe after we got married she would slow down. Two years of marriage and she was still out at the clubs every night. I don't know when the other men started showing up, but after a while she didn't even hide it anymore. When I had to go into work last night I knew one of those guys was going to show up. It was the perfect opportunity to confront her." Davis paused for a moment and looked to them. His blue eyes shone with unshed tears. "Look when I went upstairs, she was already dead. I swear to you."
They were interrupted by a knock at the door. A couple seconds later Nick walked in. "Sorry to interrupt, but Grissom we need you." He sounded urgent. Griss stood and motioned to Brass to wrap it up.
When they were out in the hall Grissom asked, "What's going on Nick?"
"They found her."
Nick didn't have to say who she was for him to know.
Her brown hair spilled across the pillow and the light from the window created a halo affect. Except for the swollen lip it was the most peaceful Sara had ever looked. Grissom sat in a chair beside her bed and watched as she slowly breathed, in, out, in, out.
She had been found wandering around the outskirts of town around dawn. Her clothes had been torn and she was badly beaten. The officer who'd found her had rushed her to the hospital before she collapsed from hypothermia. The doctors said a few more minutes and she could've been dead.
That last part had sent a chill down his spine. But when he saw her for himself he had never been more relieved in his life. Not that he would ever tell anyone that.
Grissom looked at his watch. The doctor said that the drugs she'd been given should wear off within the next couple of hours. Since then he had been glancing at the clock every two seconds. Sara had been asleep more than two hours. She should be awake.
While he waited for her to come to his mind kept rolling over the case. Something was missing. There was something there but he couldn't put his finger on it. If the victim was as promiscuous as the husband said then every male or even female she was with was a suspect. Maybe the hair Catherine found would make things clearer.
Lost in thought, Grissom didn't notice the brown eyes that were watching him closely. Her lips tilted in a lopsided grin. "Hello, stranger."
Startled, Grissom stood. "Sara. Are you ok?"
"I can't be that great if I'm in a hospital."
He nodded. "The doctor said you should be fine. You were given a mild sedative to relieve the pain from the fracture in your wrist."
She seemed to just notice the air splint on her arm. Sara frowned. "Why am I here?"
"No swelling of the brain and her tox screen is clear. Ms. Sidle's Amnesia is most likely from emotional trauma."
"She's been missing for the past twenty-eight hours. Is there any chance she'll regain any of that time?"
Dr. Ericsson shook his head. "I'm sorry Mr. Grissom. It's not likely the memory will come back on its own. There are a couple physcotherapists I could recommend, if you like."
Grissom nodded while Dr. Ericsson went over to his desk to grab a couple numbers from a rolodex. The doctor wrote them down and Griss turned to look through the glass window where Sara was sitting, arms crossed, brow furrowed in concentration. She was probably trying to remember what had gone on during all that time. He could only begin to imagine.
Never in his life could he dream that he'd be this upset over anyone going missing. When he'd first found out she was gone it had been like a blow to the stomach. Then, when Sofia had implied that her disappearance wasn't an accident, it felt like a stab in the back. Now, looking at her, watching her struggle with her inner-demons, he felt like an idiot. Guilt bore down on him for ever having the thought.
Sara looked up, her gaze locking with his and instantly Grissom's fears evaporated. He didn't know how or more importantly why. Sara's mouth twisted into her lopsided grin and he could only do one thing.
He smiled back.