Here we are! Finally, an exciting chapter. Well, I think so. Hope you like.
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"Sara, you haven't slept in three days, go home, and get some sleep, maybe you could attempt to even eat. You're skin and bones." Catherine prodded the younger CSI out of her daze, not for the first time that night.
"No, Catherine. I still haven't found that brother. The victim was counting on us to find her when she was still living, I won't fail her a second time by not catching the freak that did this." Sara stared at the computer screen, her eyes glazed over.
Catherine gave up and walked into Grissom's office.
"Gris, Sara is depriving herself again." Catherine left the office, not waiting for a reply.
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"Wow, look Warrick, it's the walking dead." Nick joked, looking at the circles around Sara's glazed eyes and her pale face.
"Ha, ha. I got the test results back from the house. Nothing out of the ordinary. There were no unknown prints, but a lot of the two brothers. But, it was their mother's house." She sniffed and attempted to wake herself again with a swig of coffee.
"Sara, go home now. I will not let you kill yourself here. Not in my lab." Grissom came in, file in hand and looking as passive as ever.
"I'm almost done." Sara returned to the microscope.
"No. Warrick, finish up in here for Sara." He looked at Sara again, "Now."
"Fine." She took off her lab coat before grabbing her stuff, and headed for the parking lot.
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Sara walking into her apartment and looked around. It looked like no one even lived there. There was one couch, a table with a chair, a small TV set, and an old and empty fridge.
Throwing her keys onto the table, Sara flipped the TV on to get some noise. The loud noise startled her and she quickly hit mute, before heading for her bedroom.
Once there, Sara got an odd feeling. That feeling that you get only when you are being watched. Sara turned around. Nothing. It was quiet. Too quiet.
Suddenly, Sara felt a wet cloth shoved into her face from behind. She tried to turn around and knee her attacker, but he had his arm locked around her waist tightly. She recognized that smell. Chloroform. Couldn't they come up with something more original? But she hardly had time to think. Her head became woozy and the suffocating grip on her ribs loosened as she slumped over, trapped in a world of darkness.
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The next day, the team was all congregated in the break room, either getting coffee, stuffing a quick breakfast into their mouth, or, in Nick's case, snoring on the couch.
"Get up, Nicky." Catherine came over, coffee cup in hand, and kicked Nick's feet.
"Wazzup?" He asked, dazed and out of it.
Everyone laughed out loud, before Grissom came in.
"Alright, the police got the other Smeths brother and they are bringing him in for questioning. I want Catherine and Warrick back at Josh's and get more out of that kid. Nick and Greg, the M.E. has got some new evidence off the victim, you are going to go retrieve it and find out its significance. Sara, you are going to go with me and confront our little friend, Lance. Okay?"
Everyone nodded before noticing something. Sara wasn't there. Normally, she was the first one there before anyone else. No one really knew what time she got there since she was the first. But now her absence was starting to be noticed.
"Where is Sara?" Warrick voiced what everyone was thinking.
"I'll go call her. Warrick, you can do the honors of taking her job. Greg, you can go get the evidence alone. Everyone got it?" Grissom was still composed as ever, but everyone else was a little set off by Sara not showing up. That was so not like Sara.
Grissom returned to his office and picked up the phone, dialing Sara's cell, first. After he got sent to her V-mail, he hung up and tried her home. Nothing.
He figured that she was still getting a well deserved slumber, and left it alone. Although he really needed her skills on this case, he decided it would be better for Sara and the case to just let it be.
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Sara woke up, a throbbing head ache making her vision blurry. She could feel her hands and feet bounded and tried to move. She couldn't.
Finally, a figure started to come into focus. A tall man was moving towards her before kneeling beside her. She was lying on a hard, cold surface. Concrete, she concluded.
"Ah, poor Sara. You didn't follow the instructions I gave you, did you?" he clicked his tongue disapprovingly, "Now, I will teach you some obedience."
He stood up and swung his foot into her stomach over, and over, and over. She was out of breath and was positive that she had at least three broken ribs. All she knew was pain. Thrashing, sharp pain all over her midriff.
He knelt down again and untied her arms. She pushed herself up and attempted to take a swing at him, but he grabbed her wrists and threw her against the hard wall. She heard a crack from her hand and knew that her wrist was broken.
"Now, when I tell you something, you do it." He said before throwing her back onto the ground. Sara couldn't hold up anymore. The room went black, and the pain slowly eased away as she fell unconscious.
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Catherine was starting to get really worried now. They had tried calling Sara over ten times now, and still received no response. But her thoughts were interrupted as Grissom walked into the lab she was analyzing the DNA of both brothers, given up willingly.
"Catherine, you guys can go home now. Shift is over in half an hour and we can't do much now. The brothers lawyered up."
"Okay, have you gotten a hold of Sara yet?" She asked, removing her goggles and coat.
"No, I was going to call her at the beginning of shift again. She probably is taking a well earned break. Bye." He walked out.
Catherine was on her way to drive Nick home, since his car was in the shop. She suddenly had an idea.
"Nicky, I think I'm going to check on Sara real quick. I will be able to sleep better."
"Since when have you two gotten along?" Nick asked.
"Well, we tolerate each other. I mean, we don't loath one another. But she is still my colleague." Catherine answered wisely.
He just shrugged and murmured an agreement.
They pulled up outside Sara's apartment and got out.
"Do you remember which number she is?" Nick asked.
"I think its A26."
To be sure, they checked the mail boxes.
They reached her door and Nick hammered on the door.
"SARA! Open up." He called.
"She isn't home."
The two CSI's turned around to find a little boy standing there of about five years old.
"Hi, what's your name?" Catherine stooped down to look him in the eye.
"Bryce."
"Well Bryce, I'm looking for my friend, Sara. Do you know where she is?"
"No, but she is really weird. She only goes out at night, like a vampire or something. But she is a nice vampire. She showed me this kit thing one time. She said that's what she worked with. There was this really cool light, too." He answered enthusiastically.
"Wow, she showed you a lot of stuff, huh? Well could you tell me if you saw anyone out here?" Catherine felt she was making little progress.
"There was this really tall man. He was scary. He took the key that Sara put under the plant over there. Then he went into her house and closed the door."
At those words, Nick checked for the key and realized that the man was polite enough to return it. He jammed it into the lock, and threw the door opened.
It was completely clean. Nothing out of place. She had a very impersonal living space. Nick spotted her keys, gun, kit, and phone on the table. Something was seriously wrong.
He half walked, half ran to the bedroom, Catherine close behind, and found what they had been expecting. There was a chloroform soaked cloth thrown into the corner and a broken lamp on the floor.
Sara had been kidnapped.
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A/N: Hope you liked. Please leave a review. Not much to say except that next chapter should be up within the next week.