Through the night
Summary: They ran, but they were not fast enough, as the rest of their team has to find out. Angst. SaraGreg. Sequel to Unforeseen and Unnoticed.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of its characters.
Rating: T
A/N: Thanks to Aidrianna, Tripp3235, Jessica Summers, daily, missusmesser, roxxi, alwayswrite05, loose-canon-with-a-gun, piepretzelngreg, ObessedTWFan and angw for your reviews.
Chapter 2: Search and failure
Some hours earlier
It was warm. There was silence, flowing feelings. Her breath was calm. It was quiet and very pleasant. No dreams. Only silence. She laid her head comfortable on her arms again.
Suddenly Sara jumped up and cursed, realizing that she had fallen asleep.
She looked around carefully and noticed that nobody else was in the only dimly lit room of the crime lab.
Pulling several doubles after the other had taken its toll. Greg had warned her. Yesterday he had already been at home for hours – home a.k.a. her apartment, Sara thought smiling briefly - before she had arrived there. He had joked that she would fall asleep in the lab one day.
Sara looked at the table in front of her. A single file was lying there and she remembered that she had only gone in the room to get this forgotten file.
She looked at her watch and realized shocked, that she had slept for almost two hours. Why had nobody woken her up? She remembered that she had wanted to go over some cold cases together with Greg.
Thinking of Greg, where was he?
Gritting her teeth she started to search for him. When she was approaching the break room she saw him sitting in the middle of some other employees of the crime lab including some lab techs.
Sara sighed and congratulated herself. She had to tell Greg in the middle of the lab techs that she had fallen asleep during her work.
Cursing silently she walked to him and said, "Hey, can I talk to you?"
Greg looked at her uninterested and leaned back comfortable. "For all I care."
He yawned and looked indifferently and apparently without any intention to listen.
Sara stared at him. His indifference made her speechless and she wondered what had gotten into him.
She looked at him intensively. He had to know very well what awaited him at home.
Nevertheless Greg looked relaxed and careless.
"Come on, do you listen to me or not?"
Greg grinned impertinently.
Sara felt like going through the roof any moment now.
Glancing at him darkly she left the break room. Pacing down the corridor she pondered what to do now. She turned around edgily, pacing back in direction of the break room and saw Greg coming out of it.
She ignored him. He ignored that she ignored him. He turned to her, smiling.
Sara found it not amusing at all. She turned her back to him, ruffling her hair unbelieving, and speeded down the corridor.
"Hey," Greg called after her.
Sara snorted and turned around again. Greg grinned and approached her. "Did you sleep well?" he asked happily.
Sara was perplexed. "Hang on, what are you talking about?"
"Uh, you slept so sweetly. I didn't want to disturb you." Greg told her cheerfully.
Sara laughed relieved. "And what meant that scene in the break room? I wanted to tell you."
Greg grinned again. "Uh, just a tactical move. You certainly didn't want to tell all the lab techs that you have fallen asleep during work," he explained. "You don't want to hint you believed my incredible bad acting, did you?" he added laughing.
Sara smiled, grabbed his left arm and pulled Greg along the corridor. "Well, let's go back to work then," she said merrily and slid her arm around his waist.
"I told you," Greg teased her once more. Sara glared at him, but broke into a broad smile then and formed only three silent words with her lips.
Grissom had been on the way to the scene himself, when he had received the call.
He had sent Sara and Greg to start processing the scene of a homicide until he arrived there and he had been convinced that they would handle it without any problems.
This was not supposed to happen.
Grissom got out of his car and was met by an officer he did not know.
"There was a shooting. Several unidentified attackers. Two of our people are dead, two severely injured," the man told him.
Preparing for the worst, Grissom asked, "Where are my-,"
"Not found yet," the officer interrupted him. "We're going to search the woods," he said, pointing at the trees on the other side of the house.
"I'll come with you," Grissom said firmly. The officer looked not happy with this announcement, but at this moment Catherine walked towards them.
"What happened?" she wanted to know.
Grissom turned to her. "What are you doing here?"
Catherine frowned. "I heard…," she started, but continued then, waving her hand impatiently, "Grissom, that's not important now. Where are Greg and Sara?" There was deep worry in her voice.
"We'll start searching the woods now," the officer announced. "Stay behind us."
Catherine and Grissom walked behind several police officers towards the gathering of trees.
"How long since it happened?" Catherine asked.
"A little more than an hour since the shooting started," Grissom replied briefly.
They walked in silence for a while and to Catherine it seemed like an eternity.
It was only a couple of hours ago since she had seen Greg and Sara laughing together and leaving for the scene, but now it seemed so long ago. Catherine told herself not to think the worst too early.
The police officers thought that Greg and Sara had fled into the woods, as they could not be found anywhere in or around the house.
Catherine wondered how far they were in the woods and why they had not used their phones after the first call Sara had made.
They continued walking and Catherine watched fearfully the shines of the flashlights the officers used.
Every single second she wished that she would hear Greg calling.
Calling that he and Sara were fine and glad to be found, but it did not happen.
Suddenly someone who was walking a little ahead of them, called, "There's something."
Catherine trembled slightly.
Then the thin voice called again, "I found two bodies," and Catherine's stomach turned to ice.
TBC