A/N - I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas!
Chapter 28:
"So you mean the fingerprint is all we've got?" Warrick asked.
"Yes - and if this guy doesn't have a rap sheet, we're lost." Grissom explained. The whole team gathered, waiting for the news. The bullet that was taken from Warrick's shoulder wasn't very distinct, and Bobby was quick to tell them that it would be impossible to narrow it down to a single gun.
"I guess the thief was smarter than we thought eh Warrick?" He smiled back at his best friend.
"How's Sara doing?" Catherine asked, noticing her absence.
"She was really tired when I got her home; as soon as she hit the pillow, she was gone. Otherwise, I think she's doing okay. She doesn't talk about it much, but things like this take time..." Greg suddenly burst into the room, as everyone quickly stood up.
"You found a match." Greg just nodded and handed the piece of paper to Grissom. He looked at it, stunned for a moment, as everyone glared at him anxiously. Then suddenly he said,
"Call Brass. We need to get a unit to Nick and Sara's place. STAT."
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"Where have you been?" Sara asked quickly. The man kept pacing around, the gun held loosely in his hand.
"It doesn't matter." Daniel replied.
"It matters to me Dan. Please, sit down. Put your gun away. I'm no threat to you! I just want to know where you've been, I want to talk to you." He just shook his head, as Sara looked hopelessly onward. She could tell something wasn't right. There was something in his eye. Sara glanced at the drawer where she knew her gun was concealed. Suddenly she felt ridiculous. This was her brother. He wasn't going to hurt her.
"What are you doing here then Daniel?" She asked quietly, sitting down on the couch, still exhausted from the toll of the last few weeks.
"You, You! You put them in Jail." He replied.
"You told me you weren't involved. You promised me you had nothing to do with it. What are you saying?" Sara said, now scared. She got up and tried to make her way over to the table, as her brother continued to wave his gun around.
"You say anything, you'll be just like mom. Killing Dad, giving up on our family. Ruining our lives. Are you really going to turn against me Sara? I'm all you have left. Are you going to get rid of me the way Mom got rid of Dad?"
"That's not going to work anymore Daniel." Sara said, backing up, the tears streaming down her face. He turned to her and pointed his gun at her forehead. "Are you going to kill me?"
"I HAVE TO!" He yelled.
"Please Dan." Her eyes pleaded and she felt her hand grasped the cool metal of her gun. Her eyes were tired, and she fought with every fiber to stay upright. She quickly took her gun and pointed it at her brother. "If I go, you go with me."
"I don't have any reason to live Sara. Go ahead. Shoot me." His eyes menaced. They both turned as they saw Nick's door be thrown wide open, Brass storming in, his gun drawn and pointing at Daniel.
"Daniel Sidle - put the gun down."
"You shoot me - she comes with me!" He cried hysterically. Sara stared at him, her hold steady, tears streaming down her face. Grissom and Nick both rushed in, behind Brass, but Sara wouldn't relinquish the hold she held with her brother's eyes.
"You promised me you weren't involved." She whispered quietly. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Grissom and Nick, looking on frantically, unmoving and unable to do anything. Brass was slowly creeping towards Daniel, who pointed the gun right between Sara's eyes.
"Put the gun down Sara!" He ordered, but she shook her head and grasped the gun tighter.
As Daniel took a step closer to Sara, panic erupted in the room, as Brass and Nick both lunged for Sara's brother. Suddenly, gunshots echoed throughout the room and everything went silent.