A/N: Hope you liked the last chapter. I hope I didn't get out of character. Please let me know if I ever do, because we hardly ever see Sara get emotional except on a few occasions. Thanks to all my reviewers, you guys rock. And to all those that read and don't review, well, as much as I like the feedback, I'm glad you like my story. I'll stop blabbing now and actually let you read. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or their characters, blah, blah, blah….You know the drill.
Chapter Four:
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"He said what?" Grissom was watching a shaken up Sara explain everything that happened in the parking structure.
Well, not everything. She didn't share that he had threatened her by telling her she would become the next victim, but almost everything.
"I told you three times," Sara was getting frustrated with her supervisor's calm demeanor and his casual approach to understand everything, "He said to leave a note under the back trashcan telling him whether it was closed or not. Doesn't sound like a very smart guy. I could easily leave a note, doesn't matter if I closed it or not."
"No, Sara. This was a very smart move. Apparently, he wants you to be in an empty, quiet area that you will be alone in. Are you sure that's all he said?" Grissom removed his glasses and stared at the woman before him.
"You know what else he said, don't you?" Sara asked that rhetorical question.
Grissom nodded.
"Unfortunetly, Sara, I am obligated to-" He started.
"Don't finish that sentence, Gris. I am not going to be taken off this case. I can help even more now. I'll be careful."
"Sara, never in my right mind will I let you anywhere near this case after this. Nick and Warrick have wrapped up with their case, so now we can afford to take you off. I am looking out for you Sara." Grissom, assuming the conversation was over, turned back to his papers.
"No, I don't need you to look out for me. I can look out for myself. Right now, our job is to look out for the victims. I am going to do that no matter what. This guy has won if you take me off this case." Sara stood up now.
"Look, if I let you continue on this case, will you stay with Nick whenever you are on the field? I'll have Catherine stay with Warrick."
Grissom could see the fire rear in her eyes, but knew she wouldn't argue.
"Fine."
With that, she left the office.
Sara forgot to tell him about the house guest she was about to get.
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"Sara!" Greg Sanders was running down the hall, waving a plastic bag.
"What's up, Greg?" Sara examined the contents of the bag.
"We were able to extract semen from our vic. It looks as though he decided to have one last go on her before killing her. We got a hit. A guy named Lance Smeths, thirty-nine years old. His mother owns the house we found her in. She died about a year and a half ago. He lives in a house down on Lavson Street." He finished.
"So, after six months, he decides to use it to hold poor, helpless, blind women." Sara was disgusted. This guy was using his dear old mom's house to torture the people who are too strong to say no.
"Have you seen Nick?" Sara asked.
"Yeah, down in the break room getting some coffee." Greg had hardly finished talking before Sara was sprinting down the hallway towards the break room.
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Break Room
"So, Catherine, fill me in." Nick sat down with a steaming cup of Greg's special coffee.
"Blind Girl, Lisa, tortured, raped, murdered over the span of a year's time. Found beaten, stabbed, and in one of the worst states ever." Catherine summed it up.
"Wow,"
"Nick, I need you now." Sara called from the doorway.
"Just one sec Sara, I-" Nick started.
"No, now." Sara left the doorway and turned towards the parking lot.
"Sara, what's wrong?" Nick had just scalded his throat by pouring the coffee down.
"I think I found our guy." She never took her eyes off the car.
"Well, maybe we should tell Catherine." Nick knew he was fighting a losing battle.
"I don't think so. I'm going straight to Brass."
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"Mr. Smeths! Open up." Captain Jim Brass knocked hard on the door. The house was a small and rundown shack with broken windows and overgrown weeds.
"Wonder if anyone even lives here anymore." Nick continued.
Just then the door opened. Facing the trio was a short, young looking man. It looked like he hadn't shaved in a while, his clothes had a few pizza stains on them, and a hint of alcohol was on his breath.
"What can I do for you?" he said, a dazed and out of focused look on his face.
"I'm Jim Brass with the LVPD, this is CSI Sara Sidle and CSI Nick Stokes with the crime lab, we're investigating a murder. We were wondering if maybe we could ask a few questions." Brass took over.