Chapter 12

"So, em where we going?" Sara asked tentatively. She looked at the gas gauge; it was nearly at the E mark. "Can't be too much further now", she thought to herself allowing herself to feel a small sense of relief.

"Well now as if I am just going to volunteer that kind of information Sara. You are the big, important CSI here, based on the evidence presented to you, where would you think we are going?" Dave retorted with a sly grin on his face.

"If I knew that I wouldn't have asked", Sara said sardonically.

Then she began to think about it more rationally and methodically. "If I treat this like one of my cases, I might be able to guess what he is thinking and try and find a way out of this nightmare," she thought hopefully.

"What do you like to do? What are your hobbies?" she began questioning him like a suspect on a case.

"Get a profile of the suspect and then try and out manoeuvre them", Gil had told her once.

"My hobbies?" Dave said quizzically, he was obviously thrown by this new tactic of Sara's.

"Yeah, when you aren't kidnapping and killing people, what do you do for fun?" Sara continued vehemently, her trademark sarcasm coming through in force.

"I like to golf", David continued breezily, completely ignoring her last statement.

"Is that why you brought me to the Golf Club?" she asked.

"No I didn't bring you here because I like to golf, I brought you here because it is an easy place to dump your body," he said, accentuating each word, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sara felt the hair on the back of her neck raise, she knew he wasn't joking. She looked out the window and saw that he had only driven around to the back entrance of the Golf Club. She began to panic as she realised that this may be the last place she would ever see.

"But, but, I thought …" Sara began to stutter.

"You thought what? You thought that we were going to cosy up in the clubhouse with champagne and caviar? Get real Sara," he said.

"I don't understand", she said. "I thought that is what you wanted, our first date remember? You didn't take me all the way out here just to kill me, not when you could have done it in my house, or after you killed Gil", she said her voice beginning to shake.

"Yeah well I was trying to give you a chance to warm to the idea of being with me, but you are as cold as you always were Sara. You don't give a shit about me or anyone else. You are so damn afraid of letting anyone in that you continue to put a wall around you in order to keep everyone at a safe distance. Well, I am going to achieve the greatest feat of all Sara".

"And what is that David?" she asked

He turned and looked her straight in the eye and said "I'm gonna be the one to break the Ice Queen".

The sound of the words reverberated in her ears. "Is that really what the world sees me as? The Ice Queen?" she thought miserably. "If I don't get out of here I will never have the chance to change that opinion of me".

She had always known that people thought she was cool, but she interpreted it as calm, level-headed and collected not cold, standoffish and emotionless.

"Gil loved me", a small voice said in the back of her mind. "I can't have been all bad if he loved me. He saw past all my negative qualities and loved me for who I am, and now I will never have the opportunity to tell him how much I loved him too".

Her heart ached at the reality that she would probably always be alone. The one person who understood her the most was gone, who else would even take the time to get to know her now? Would everyone see her as this steely, ice queen? Was Gil her last chance at true happiness?

"Why the Hell did you have to kill him?" she turned and shouted at David suddenly shaking with rage.

"Are we back to this again?" he asked calmly.

"He was the only man I ever loved and the only man that ever loved me", she continued defiantly.

At this David said slowly and steadily "that isn't true".

"And what the Hell do you know about truth? You have no idea what Gil and I shared and you will never get it", she snapped.

"I know that", David said remaining calm "but what I do know is you said he was the only one who ever loved you, that isn't the truth Sara".

Sara realised that he was talking about himself, and she almost felt sorry for him. But then the pain of Gil's untimely death reminded her how much she hated this guy and the hate rose up her throat, it tasted like battery acid.

"Love?" she laughed harshly. "You don't know the meaning of the word. Do you think that stalking someone, kidnapping them, driving them around in the middle of the night like a maniac and killing the person they value the most in the world is love?" She spat the words out; she was verging on the hysterical now.

"I, I didn't want it to be like this Sara, you know that, but you wouldn't listen, you wouldn't look at me, you wouldn't …." David continued pathetically, he looked tired and drawn.

"Well how the tables have turned", Sara thought to herself. Only a few moments ago, she was the one who had been scared for her life, sure that this maniac would kill her and bury her body right here in the Golf Club. Now seeing him quietly pleading with her she wondered what she had been so frightened of.

"Let's just get this over with," he said suddenly. His mood had shifted dramatically, he now looked a lot more confident and his voice was steadier than before. Sara did not like where this was heading at all. She was worn out, this cat and mouse game had really taken it out of her. She was unaware of what was coming next and that unnerved her.

"Get what over with?" she asked trying to sound brave.

"It is obvious that nothing I have said has made any difference to you Sara, you truly believe that Grissom was the only one who had any feelings for you, you aren't willing to give us a chance and frankly you have been nothing but rude and offensive since I collected you tonight".

He spoke to her as if he was a teenager picking up his highschool sweetheart for their first date.

"I tried to show you a good time, I offered you my love, I brought you here for a date and what do you do? You spend the night talking about another guy. That isn't very nice Sara; in fact it is downright ignorant. Have you no manners at all? Were you never taught to say please and thank you?" he continued to rant looking straight out the window. A vein in his temple was pulsating wildly and he was starting to sweat. He looked as if he was going to have an aneurysm.

David was displaying obvious signs of schizophrenia and manic depression.

"This guy is even crazier than I had thought" Sara thought becoming increasingly frightened. "How the Hell am I going to get away from him?" she thought racking her brains for some escape mechanism.

Then a thought came to her.

"It might just work", she thought.