Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. I wouldn't be writing this right now if I did. Or maybe I would. Who knows.
I was going back throughmy reviews because i have that kind of time and i didn't want to write my 5 page essay when I noticed that Sidle Chick hasbeen the most frequent reviewer. So thank youfor not trashing my story and picking apart every detail.Now onto the latest installment of this carnival ride gone bad. Don't ask mewhat that means.
It was déjà vu all over again. The hotel room was set up almost identically to that of the Davis master bedroom. Candles, rose petals, dead woman on the bed. The only difference was the cheesy hotel furniture.
Brass spoke up from the doorway. "Cleaning woman found her. Manager I.D.ed her as Karlie Urban. Says she worked at the strip club across the street and would sometimes bring men over here for a little more than a lap dance. He didn't get a good look at the guy."
"Could you see if someone across the street did?"
"Sure. I'll run over there now. Holler if you need anything."
Grissom turned back to the scene, taking mental notes as he examined the details. There was something there, nagging him.
As he started speaking Sofia stopped talking to herself. "Something's not right about this murder. The scenes are similar, but look at the victims. The first was a promiscuous cop wife and this girl is a stripper looking to make a buck. And how does Sara fit in to all this?"
"Maybe with the media attention Davis had to change his method."
"How many of each kind of animal did Moses take on the ark?"
"Two."
"Trick question. Moses never built an ark. Noah did. Your mind fixed on one detail and jumped to an answer. The liver temp suggests that Ms. Urban has only been here for a few hours. So tell me, how does a man in jail commit murder?"
"He doesn't."
Whenever things got stressful, Sara always went back to what was most familiar to her; processing evidence. Right now that meant cataloging semen stains from bed sheets. Not the normal person's idea of a fun Friday night, but the simple routine kept her mind occupied.
She was halfway through with the first sheet when her cell phone rang. The cheerful little jingle nearly caused her to drop the UV light. She set the aside the light and tinted glasses, then answered the phone with her good arm.
"This is Sara Sidle."
"Ah, yes. Ms. Sidle." The way he drew out the syllables sent a chill down her spine. What scared her more was that she didn't know why.
"Is there something I can help you with?" She struggled to keep her voice professional.
"You could tell me why you thought you could escape me. Are you really so arrogant as to think I don't know everything you're doing at any given moment? I've seen you every moment since you returned home. I even saw you with him."
Sara couldn't breathe. She stuttered, but managed to get out, "What do you want?"
"I just thought you'd like to know that you'll be the reason why he and countless others die. You know I can do it. You've seen the work I did on your apartment." He paused a moment, realized she couldn't speak and let out a menacing cackle. "See you around, Ms. Sidle."
The phone disconnected and Sara's heart slowed until her mind was able to wrap around his implications. She couldn't move fast enough. As she hurried down the hall she dialed Grissom's number. After four rings he hadn't picked up. She cursed under her breath.
Greg stopped her near the exit. "Where are you going?"
"I need you to drive me to the scene Grissom and Sofia are working."
Greg seemed to sense the urgency of the situation and quickly escorted her to his car. When they were inside and on the road he asked her what was going on. She spoke as she redialed his number.
"My kidnapper has threatened to kill Grissom and innocent bystanders."
"How do you know it was him?"
"He called me Ms. Sidle."
"But still it could have been anyone."
"Just trust me. It was him. Dammit. Why isn't he answering?"
Greg grabbed his radio and spoke rapidly. "This is Greg Sanders. We got a Code 10 at Blue Banana Motel. Requesting immediate assistance."
A reply came back instantly. "10-4. Do not go near that building. I repeat stay clear."
"You heard him Sara. We have to stay away."
"I'll stay away as soon as I know Grissom is ok."
Sofia pushed off from the floor and stood. "Nothing under the bed."
Grissom turned to her. "Nothing in the closet either. Did you check the bathroom?"
"No not yet."
"I got it. You dust for prints on the nightstand."
She nodded and went to do just that as Grissom pushed open the cheap ply wood and cardboard door. After he entered he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Sofia."
"Yeah?"
"We need to get out of here. Right now."
I would continue but im tired and my mom is complaining that i need to go to bed and yadda yadda yadda. Apparently im making too much noise with the keyboard. Didn't know that was possible.