DISCLAIMER: I do not own CSI. Why would someone who owned CSI… like… waste their time writing fanfics?
After unsuccessfully looking for Warrick, Sara felt the day was progressively getting worse and worse and worse. She was still profoundly angry at Grissom's attempt to get rid of her. She sat in his office, waiting impatiently for his return. She was also confused by certain people's frequent trips past Grissom's office. People taking one too many trips to get coffee. She tried to ignore them but after twenty minutes, she gave up on patience. She strode out of the office in search for someone who had been on her former case. She finally caught a glimpse of Nick, Greg and Warrick in trace. They didn't notice her come up behind them.
"The glass was very old, but it was definitely from a bottle," Hodges was telling them, holding up the green glass. One end of the jagged piece had the unmistakable threads on it, from where you screw the cap on. "I got a sample of saliva from the threads," Hodges continued, "but I doubt you'd get a DNA sample seeing as it was so degraded."
"What about the contents? Beer bottle, maybe?" Nick suggested. Hodges looked agitated at being interrupted. Shaking his head as if talking himself into not lashing out, he continued:
"The sample from one side of the glass was the blood, obviously. The interesting part was the sample from the other side of the glass," Hodges exclaimed, stalling from revealing something not that extremely pressing. "Which consisted of…" he took a sheet of paper and read off the results: "Natural spring water, carbon dioxide, and artificial lime flavouring,"
"Perrier!" Sara exclaimed. Nick, Warrick and Greg were rather startled at her suddenness. Seeing their surprise, "Perrier water. I had it all the time when I was little," she said. Suddenly thoughts exploded. Like she remembered too much at the same time. Swallowing nervously while trying to hide her emotions, she turned to Hodges. "Whose blood was on the other side, Hodges?" She asked in a tone of wonder. Nick, Warrick and Greg were holding their breath wondering if she'd realised what they thought she'd realised.
"As I've said many a time," Hodges responded, "That's not my job." Without a word, Sara left the room deep in thought, leaving the guys in uncertainty.
"Do we… umm… panic now?" Greg asked.
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Grissom sat at his desk looking at a file. Sara walked in, clearly angry, and sat down. As if he were caught reading her diary, he jumped and closed the file, and slid it into a drawer. He gave her his attention.
"What the hell?" Sara asked, bewildered.
"How's your case?" Grissom asked stupidly, trying to calm her down.
"There is no case, Grissom. Cath wrapped it before I even got there. I am not stupid," Sara yelled. Grissom swallowed nervously. "And what was that?" Sara continued, pointing to the drawer where the mystery file lay.
"I-," Grissom started,
"Why did you kick me off the case, Grissom?" She interrupted. He calmly folded his hands on the desk and concentrated on them.
"I think you know, Sara." He said. She rolled her eyes.
"Why couldn't you just tell me straight up? This is so huge, like larger than life. And you want to play games. I can't believe I didn't see it before now. The music boxes tipped me off, but… I didn't see it until now. Dammit, Grissom." Sara said. Grissom winced at his mistake. Suddenly, Sara started to worry. Like he'd just told her someone died.
"Sara-," he whispered, sensing something.
"I need to see her. Where is she? WHERE IS SHE?" Sara shouted.
"She… She's with a social worker, Sara." He said. He started fishing through the slew of papers on his desk. Finding the one he wanted, he handed it to Sara. "There's the address, and the phone number is on the back," he said. Sara took the note and abruptly left.