Alone

CSI characters are not mine… originals are…

This is not a Mary Sue… and I assure you… I do have a plan as to where this is going so just bear with me… okay?

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Chapter 10

I woke up in the hospital, with no idea how I got there. "Nick? Sara?" I tried to move, but my head started spinning.

I jumped when I realized someone was sitting next to me.

"Warrick? How are Nick and Sara?" I asked, putting a hand to my forehead.

He sighed, "Sara's okay, took a shot in the shoulder, but Nick got a few in the back. His vest blocked most of it, but he's still in surgery. I need you to tell me what happened," he explained, pulling his chair closer.

I frowned; I had no intention of telling anyone about my past or of Jamie. But, since Adam was now hopefully on a slab in front of Doctor Robbins, I couldn't hide from it anymore. "I can't…" I replied, looking down.

"The guy from your scene is dead. We have to know what happened. Nick told us he shot the guy but he also told us he was after you, why? Do you know him?" Warrick interrogated me.

"Yes, his name is Adam Scott. He just got out of jail. Priors for assault and rape." I explained.

Warrick nodded, "Why was he after you?"

I sighed. "I helped put him in jail. When I was sixteen, just before Christmas he beat the crap outta me and then raped my best friend. He got her pregnant. My dad, who was also in prison for beating the crap outta me found out and managed to get out. He killed Jamie, or at least I thought he did. My dad and I fought for the gun and he died. I ran and came here. Then earlier Adam showed up at the scene. He came up behind me, asked if I cared about the people who were inside. I ran in, found Nick and Sara, injured, and he came back in, we fought for the gun. I was pinned with a gun in my chest and Nick fired. That's all I remember." I exploded, telling him everything.

Warrick nodded and write down several things as I spoke. "I'll be back later, man. Hope you feel better," he said after his beeper went off. He walked out of the room and I was alone… again.

The next day I was released and apparently and problems with me shooting my father were not very important since no one even asked me about it as I walked through the lab, intent on finding Brass.

"Hey," I said, knocking on the door to Brass's office. "I need your help."

He looked up from the file he'd been looking over, "What can I do for ya Sanders?"

"I need you to help me track down an old friend of mine; she's relevant to the Scott case. An old victim. I don't know if she's still alive." I explained, sitting across from him.

He sighed and opened his laptop. "What's her name?"

"Jamie Elicia Taylor. Born October 28th 1975. Hometown was San Francisco. Like I said, she was my best friend." I said, fingering the dog tags again. It was starting to become a nervous habit.

Brass typed in the information and was searching for several minutes. "There's an author by that name, a Jamie Taylor, same birth date. Titles include, 'One Winter Day'. 'Blue Eternity' and 'The love of My Life' sounds like a romance author," he read off several of the titles, I smiled, at least she got that far in her dream if this was her. Which I prayed it was. "I'll get started," he said and left.

"Thanks," I smiled, and went to see how Nick was doing back at the hospital.

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