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Chapter Fourteen

Amy Sawyer sat in the waiting room of the Las Vegas crime lab. She had no clue why she was here. A woman named Catherine had called her, telling her to come to the lab. She'd said something about Meg. But that was all that Amy could remember.

Meg. Amy hadn't seen her sister in nearly two years. They hadn't even so much as talked on the phone. Whenever Amy called Meg was usually busy and said that she would call back. But she never did. Amy missed her older sister. Really, Meg was more like a mother, having raised Amy since she was no more than a year old. And Amy loved her sister, she loved her so much. It hurt her to never be able to see Meg or talk to her. So, when Mrs. Willows had called, Amy had immediately jumped in her car and driven the four hours to Las Vegas.

She shifted in the uncomfortable plastic seat, waiting for someone to come and talk to her. She'd been there over an hour already, and she was hungry and tired and wanted to know what the hell was going on with Meg.

Standing, she paced the room, chewing her pinkie nail nervously.

"Miss Sawyer?" She whirled around, her long blonde ponytail hitting against the side of her face.

"Yes." Amy replied anxiously, taking in the man that stood before her.

He was cute. Not too tall, slightly buff, dark hair and eyes. Despite the circumstances and her nervousness, Amy found herself smiling flirtatiously at him.

"I'm Nick Stokes, I'm with the crime lab." He held out his hand to her. Amy took it. His hand was much larger than hers, and rough.

"Amy," She said, introducing herself. "It's nice to meet you Nick." He smiled pleasantly. It was a nice smile, the kind that could make a girl go weak in the knees.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long," he said.

"No problem." She replied with a nonchalant shrug. "I really wasn't waiting that long." The beautiful smile on Nick's face deepened, causing dimples to appear. Amy nearly swooned. Dimples were always hot on a guy.

Suddenly she was very aware of the fact that she still wore her school uniform: A white short-sleeved blouse and green and purple plaid skirt, and she felt foolish. Here was this man who was older than her, and so much hotter than the boys at school, and she was standing in front of him in her frickin' school uniform! But, who knew, maybe he went for the whole innocent school girl look. Amy could only hope so.

"You're probably starving," he said, "come with me."

Amy followed him through a series of hallways until they reached what looked like a break room. A dark skinned man was sitting at the table inside the room, a cup of coffee in his hands and a file sitting open in front of him.

"Hey, Nicky," the man greeted her escort. He glanced at Amy, his chocolate eyes taking her in. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Amy," Nick said, "Meg's sister."

The black man's lips formed a tight line and his smile faded.

Perplexed at his sudden change of mood, Amy inched closer to Nick.

"Don't worry," Nick smiled down at her, noticing her discomfort, "Warrick doesn't bite."

Nick dug through the small fridge that sat in the room, pulling out a can of soda. He handed it to Amy and then began searching the cupboards for something to eat.

"I hope you like Pringles," he said, handing the cylinder over to Amy, "'cause that's about all we have right now. Unless you want to eat pizza that's I don't know how old."

"Pringles are fine." Amy said, growing uneasy once more. She could sense the tension that surrounded the room. It was thick and suffocating. In fact, it seemed to fill the entire crime lab.

"Um…" Amy sat down in the seat that Nick pulled out for her. "Where's Meg?" She asked, wanting now, more than ever, to see her sister. "What's going on here?"

An uncomfortable silence added its weight to the tension. The air was thick now with unspoken thoughts and emotion.

Nick sat down in the seat opposite Amy. He looked at her, his eyes taking her in. Amy no longer found his eyes handsome.

"Amy," he said slowly. She knew that tone of voice. It was the same kind her teachers used when they were about to tell her she got a bad grade. "I'm afraid that Meg is under investigation right now."

"Yeah right," Amy scoffed, not wanting to believe that her sister, Miss Meg the perfect child Sawyer, could do anything bad. "You guys have got something mixed up in those minds of yours. Meg's the good guy. She's an FBI agent."

"I'm sorry," Nick shook his head, his eyes clearly telling the truth, "Meg's been accused of murder, and the attempted murder of one of our own CSIs."

Amy felt as if her heart had stopped. Meg, a murderer? No, it wasn't possible. Her sister had dedicated her life to saving the less fortunate, to defending her country, to keeping it safe for those she loved. She couldn't possibly have committed murder.

"You're lying." Amy said, her voice strangled with rage. "You son of a bitch, you're lying!"

She ran out of the room, tearing down the corridors, not knowing which way she was headed.

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Meg sat in the cold metal chair and faced Catherine and Grissom once more. Her eyes frantically searched theirs.

"Is she here?" She asked apprehensively.

"Yes," Catherine smiled comfortingly and nodded her head. "Amy's here and she's safe. Nick's watching her right now."

Meg released the breath she hadn't known she'd been holding and a weight seemed to lift off her shoulders.

"Oh thank god." She whispered as relief flooded her.

"Now, we've held up our end of the deal, it's time you held up yours." Catherine said. "Who is the man behind this?"

Meg looked down at her hands, her fingers nervously wringing together. Sighing resignedly, she looked back up at the two CSIs that anxiously awaited her response.

"It's-"

"Meg," the door to the interrogation room slammed open and Adam Wilkins strode in, "don't say another word." He ordered her. His gaze flew to the CSIs, and he glared.

"What is the meaning of arresting Agent Sawyer?" He asked them. "And then questioning her without a lawyer present?" He was seething. Meg felt the anger radiating off him. Her body trembled violently as she looked up at him.

"Agent Sawyer declined legal council." Grissom replied, standing to face Agent Wilkins' anger. Meg's gaze flew between the two men- both very powerful in their own way. "She said that she would answer our questions truthfully and willingly."

Meg could feel Catherine's eyes on her as she continued to stare up at Adam. She could sense the questions in the woman's gaze. Had she guessed what the truth was?

"Now," Grissom continued, "if you will please leave, I have an interview to finish."

With that, an officer appeared and escorted Agent Wilkins from the room. Grissom returned to his seat and sat calmly, as if nothing at all had happened.

"Please continue, Meg." He said, inclining his head towards her in a gesture to proceed.

Meg's eyes flew nervously to the door, waiting for it to slam open once again. When it didn't her eyes moved to the mirror behind the two CSIs.

"Meg, it's alright," Catherine assured her, "nobody is listening to this conversation except us. You can tell us now."

Meg drew in a shaky breath and nodded her head.

"He said that if I told you that he would kill Amy." Her eyes locked with Catherine's. "That's why I wanted you to bring her here, to keep her safe."

"And she is safe. I promise that nothing will happen to her." Catherine swore. Meg managed a weak smile of gratitude.

"He came to me two in a half years ago. I was twenty-three then, and though I'd been with the FBI for three years, I was still so naïve. I didn't know that he was bad. I should have, but I didn't. He told me that he wanted me to do something for him and that, if I didn't, Amy was going to die. And he said if I told anyone, or if I got caught, he was going to kill her." She shook her head sadly. "So you see, I didn't really have a choice. I love Amy so much. I didn't want her to die."

"Meg," Grissom interrupted, a harsh undertone to his voice. "Just tell us who he is."

She knew she had to tell them, but it was just so hard to truly believe that Amy would be safe. But Amy was there, Catherine had said she was, and Meg had no reason to doubt Catherine.

"Adam. It's Adam Wilkins."

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Amy ran until her chest ached and her lungs burned. And still she hadn't found the exit to the outside world.

Damn it, her mind cried, why didn't I pay better attention to my surroundings instead of starring at Nick?

She leaned against the nearest wall, tears in her eyes. Meg. She wanted to see Meg. She wanted her sister. The tears fell down her cheeks slowly. One by one falling onto the floor as her emotions became overwhelmed.

There was no way in hell that Meg was a murderer, no matter what they said. Amy wouldn't believe it. Meg was sweet and kind. She would do anything for Amy and for their sisters. Meg had basically raised them all after their mother's death. There was not a damn chance that Meg was a killer.

"Hey, are you alright?" Amy lifted her gaze. She nodded at the man.

"Yeah," she said, a sarcastic bite to her words, "I'm fine."

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