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"Because the victim is Laura Sidle. Sara's mother."
"…does she know?"
"Not yet."
"Pictures." Stated Catherine.
"What?"
"She was carrying pictures, a ticket stub, and a room key."
"That's it?"
"Oh and look here…finger prints. I'll get them back to the lab."
"Might just be hers."
"She was probably in town to visit Sara."
"Sara didn't mention it."
"She probably didn't know. A surprise visit."
"Some surprise." Stated Grissom.
Crime Lab - Hallway
"Who's going to tell Sara?"
"Tell me what?"
"I have to go finish my other case. I meet back up with you a little later."
"Fine."
"Grissom, what is it? Is it about my overtime? I plan to take some time off…"
"You should but that's not what I want to tell you."
"Then tell me what."
"I think we should go somewhere more private."
"Ok …sure." They walk into Grissom's office.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this but it's about your mother."
"She's out. I know that."
"It's not that….She was found beaten in the airport parking lot."
"Is …she okay?"
"I'm sorry…she's not…they didn't find her in time."
"What?"
"I'm sorry, Sara."
"She's dead…I want to see her."
"I don't think…"
"I need to see her Grissom."
Morgue
"I'll leave you alone with her for a few minutes."
"Thanks, Grissom." Sara slowly walks over to the metal slab. She pulls back the white sheet and stares at the woman on the slab. She looked nothing like the woman she used to be. She wasn't the vibrant woman Sara knew as a child. She once told Sara that you could tell a lot about a person from various points on their face. A story if you will. Sara took another closer look at her face. The story she got was both a happy and sad one. It told of a woman so very happy at first that the sun seemed to radiate from the pores of her skin. Then the clouds came out and drowned that happiness with rains of utter fear. The once happy woman with everything going for her family, friends, and career turned into a victim, a victim of violence. She had so much life in her until it was taken away. It was a sad story. Sad because it shouldn't have happened, sad that it took her death for her to find the peace she look so desperately for
"Who did this to you?" Sara says noticing the various stab wounds on her body. Sara picks up her hand and notices more cuts.
"You fought back. Always the fighter, huh." Sara states as tears begin to fall.
Silence once again envelopes the morgue. Sara closes her eyes in order to hold back even more tears. She opens her eyes again. Seeing her mother again after all these years in cold dark morgue angers her. "WHY!" Sara throws aside the tray that was nearest to her. Grissom quickly enters the morgue.
"Sara…"
"I'm okay. I didn't hurt my self." Sara states, leaving the room. Walking down the hall, Sara receives the occasional condolences from co-workers. Sara walks into the break-room once she notices that no one is in there and heads for a cup of coffee.
"I heard about your mother, Sara. I'm so sorry."
"I don't want to talk about it, Nick."
"Sara …I know its hard to.."
"Nick I said I don't want to talk about it!"
"I understand…I'll be here if you need me."
"Thanks Nick."
"Sure anytime."
"I'll be in the locker room. I need to change before I get my next case." Sara walks out of the room.
"But…." Nick says with a puzzled look on his face.
"Why the puzzled look Nick?" Catherine asks walking in the room with Warrick.
"Its Sara."