Young, Married, and Undercover?
Raiting: It's safe for all you peeps out there! I think. Let me know if you guys feel different.
Summary: Greg, Sara, Gil, and Catherine go undercover as married couples in a town where couples have been suspected of kidnapping their own children. But when something in the case goes wrong, Greg realizes something very important.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or CSI. Ugh... if I use any songs, I don't own those either. :)
A/N: Okay. I love to strech out this part. It's so fun to keep you guys waiting. I love my reviewers! When I when Best Author's Award, I shall thank all my loyal fans and LOL:D J/p. But it would be nice. XD
They walked up to the familiar house and knocked on the door. Vanessa answered the door in a loose robe.
"Yes?"
"I'm Gil Grissom. This is Greg Sanders. We're here with the Las Vegas Crime Lab."
"Yeah. I talked to you people already. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some slee-"
"We're not here to talk. We're here to collect your credit cards."
"Excuse me?"
"Your credit cards. Now." Greg raised up the search warrant. Vanessa snatched the paper from his hands and read over it. She rolled her eyes and let them in the house. She dug in her purse and handed all of her credit cards to Greg.
"Happy? Now can I go back to sleep?"
"Who else was with you that night?"
"What night?"
"The night Sara Sidle and Catherine Willows disappeared!"
"Look, I let you in my house and I gave you my damn credit cards!" Greg stared at her and shook his head.
"I'm going to get you for murder. You wait... and see." Gil followed Greg out of the house and stood on the sidewalk. "Damnit! Who else was the-"
"MONICA!" They both looked up at each other and ran across the street to Monica's house. They banged on the door and waited nervously for her to answer.
"Who in the hell. What do you want?"
"We're with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. You were with Catherine Willows and Sara Sidle the night they disappeared, correct?"
"Yes. That's right. But what does that have to do with anything?"
"We have a warrant for your credit cards." Monica's eyes turned wide and she grabbed the paper. She read over it and sighed.
"Fine." She walked back in the house and came out with her purse. She emptied all of it onto the sidewalk and watched as Greg took every credit card she owned.
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Sara woke up to the noises of police cars and reporters. She weakly stood up and put her hand against the wall for support. She listened closely and her eyes grew wide when she heard Greg's voice. She turned her head and tried to find Catherine.
"Catherine! They're here! They came!" Sara turned her head listen to Greg again, but something else caught her attention. There was a small whimper coming from the corner of the room. She slowly walked towards the sound and used the wall as a guide. She bent down and stuck out her hand. The whimper grew louder and she pulled her hand back. "Are you okay?"
"N-N-No." She gasped when a young girl about 13 came out from the corner. "Who-Who are you?"
"I'm Sara Sidle."
"K-Kiana."
"That's beautiful."
"It's Hawaiian."
"So you're from there?"
"N-No. My mom just liked the name." Sara looked back at Catherine and frowned.
"How long have you been here?"
"I don't know..." Kiana looked back at Catherine. "Who's she?"
"That's my co-worker. Catherine Willows."
"Oh. Is she okay?" Their voices were barely above a whispered.
"I don't know. She needs help. We all do."
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"They bought beer! SONVABITCH, they bought beer!" Greg jumped up and smiled at the credit card receipts in his hand. Gil smiled and nodded his head.
"Well what the hell are we standing around for? Let's go!" They ran to Brass's office and shoved the paper in his face.
"Lookie, Brass! They bought... BEER!"
"Did you get a match?"
"Wh-What?" Greg's face fell.
"A match. To the beer on the credit card to the kind of beer she bought." Gil looked back at Greg and sighed.
"No. I didn't think it would matter. We have them!"
"You have nothing... unless you match the beer together."
"Wh-Brass! What is it with you! Do you not WANT to find them?"
"No. I didn't say that, Greg. You know finding Sara and Catherine is the only thing on my mind right now."
"I haven't slept. I haven't eaten anything solid in the past two weeks. And you're just going to sit there and tell me I have to match the beer together!"
"Greg-"
"No. No! I'm done with this." Gil chased after him as he ran down the hall. He grabbed his jacket and held on to the test results and the credit card receipts.
"Greg! Stop!"
"What?"
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find to Sara and Catherine."
"With what, Greg?"
"You know... we don't need a warrant to find them! I thought you loved Catherine!"
"I do! But if we waist time, we may not find them." Greg stopped running and looked down at his watch. He shook his head and ran out of the lab doors. Gil stood there and looked back and forth between Brass's office and the double doors leading out into the parking lot. He sighed and ran after Greg. He was just starting up the car when Gil had hoped in. They looked at each other and headed back to Vanessa's house.
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Kiana and Sara slowly walked over to Catherine who was sprawled out on the floor. Kiana placed two of her small fingers on the side of her neck and gasped.
"Her pulse is low. Too low." Sara put her hand to her head and closed her eyes.
"Wh-What do we do?"
"I'm sorry." She looked down and watched as Catherine slowly opened her eyes. Both of them ran to her side.
"S-Sara?"
"Catherine. Hey. Hey, no. Stay up." She tried desperately to keep Catherine awake and alive.
"Tell- tell Gil and Lindsey..."
"What, Catherine? Tell them what?"
"Tell them... I lo- I love-" Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Sara's tears fell on her face. She rocked Catherine back and forth and moved the hair out of her face. She felt something wet drip onto her leg. She looked down and gasped. Catherine was bleeding from the mouth and shaking. Kiana backed away and tried to find a way out.
"She's going to die if we don't get out. And soon."
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Greg and Gil parked their Denali in the front of Vanessa's house and ran to the door. Vanessa came out with her robe and stared at Greg.
"What the hell... is your problem?"
"Where are they?"
"Excuse me?"
"What did you do with them?"
"I have no idea what-"
"You bought beer. Both of you. It's on Catherine's keys. Now... where... is she?" Vanessa's husband came downstairs and turned on the outside lights.
"What is he doing here, Vanessa?"
"He's accusing me of kid napping those... women!"
"Kid napping? What? If someone kid napped her, and they haven't found her by now... then she's probably dea-" Greg ran inside of the house and pushed her husband against the wall.
"You know where she is. Don't you?"
"GREG!" Gil walked inside of the house and pulled him away. Pretty soon, police cars and reporters were pulling up into the driveway. Brass ran out of the car and flashed his ID.
"GIL! GREG! That is ENOUGH!" He pulled them out of the house and stared at them. "What the hell has gotten into you two?"
"We're trying to find them!"
"With all the damn mistakes you've made so far, I'm sure they're dead." Gil and Greg both stopped and stared at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't- Look... we're all stressed. We all want to find them. Let's just... take things slow. Now. You said she bought beer?" Greg nodded his head and showed him the report. A police officer ran out from the back of the house and screamed.
"I have a cell phone!" They ran over to him and observed the phone. Gil's eyes grew wide.
"It's Catherine's!"
A/N: I promise, I promise. Next chapter will be a lot better. Please please please don't kill me. LOL! So tell me all the Greg/Sara fans, how am I doing? Not too bad for my first Sandle fic:)