This is a Sara-centered fic. In future chapters it goes into her past in detail. It will only be my take on her past. CSI is not mine. Please review if you enjoy the story or you have some criticism about it. Thanks for reading.
A telephone rang in the darkness waking up a sleeping Sara. She fumbled for the lamp beside the bed and switched it on. She waited for her vision to adjust to the darkness before she could see the phone beside the lamp, vibrating and showing Grissom as the caller.
'Sidle,' she answered sleepily.
'Hey Sara, it's Grissom. Sorry to call you in on your night off but I really need you to help Catherine on a case.'
'Sure Grissom. Where is it at?'
After taking note of the address Sara quickly got dressed and ran out the door. She arrived at the scene not long after the call from Grissom. Catherine was already there collecting evidence. The victim was a woman. She was found dead in a dumpster behind a Chinese restaurant not far from the Strip. Sara walked up to Catherine who was bent over picking up a cigarette butt with a few brown evidence bags at her feet. She looked around the scene, the alley was dark and would have gave anyone the creeps walking through this on a dark night.
'Hey Catherine. Where do you want me?' Sara asked nicely.
'Um.. well I've got the scene, although I'm not finding much. Why don't you go with the body?' Catherine replied signalling to David arriving in the coroner van.
'Sure. I'll catch you back at the lab.'
When Sara arrived back at the lab she headed straight to the Morgue, even though she knew she would have beaten the body back. So she waited. It arrived a few minutes later.
With camera in hand, she looked over the body before anyone started on it. The victim was a woman, about mid-thirties. Sara photographed the bruises on her face, her arms and throat. She knew the blue pyjamas she was wearing hid the rest of them. Not all the bruises were fresh. The ones on her throat were a deep purple while some on her arms were turning a yellow colour. Sara choked back a sob. She couldn't lose it again on another domestic violence case, she just couldn't.
Concentrating, Sara scraped under the woman's nails hoping she scratched her attacker. She also collected some black fibres attached to her cotton pyjamas. She collected the woman's fingerprints and DNA to try and determine who she is. Sara left after she was done to leave Doc Robbins to perform the autopsy.
Back at the scene Catherine found tire treads which she hoped were linked to the case. She also found cigarette butts, which she believed belonged to the employees of The Ying Duck restaurant, which was where the body was found behind. The garbage from the dumpster the victim was found in was also collected to examine back at the lab.
In the lab, Sara had come up blank with the identity of Jane Doe. She was about to go back to the Morgue when a match came up for the black fibres found on her clothes.
Sara held the results in her hands. The results showed the fibres were from a car's interior. A Volvo car to be exact. That hardly narrowed the search down much, but it was a start. Walking towards the Morgue she ran into Catherine and they updated each other on their finds before both heading to meet Doc Robbins.
'Well hello ladies,' Doc Robbins greeted them as they walked through the doors of the Morgue.
'What can you tell us Doc?' Catherine replied. Both her and Sara's eyes focused on the bruises covering the woman's body.
'Well cause of death was a broken neck. She had suffered many fractures to her arms and wrists, 2 fractured ribs, a broken nose and a dislocated shoulder. Many not recent.' He handed Catherine a list of injures and approximately how long ago they occurred. He continued, 'Estimated time of death is 6 hours ago. That's all I have for you.'
'Thanks Doc,' Sara said, before she walked out the room followed by Catherine.
'Sara!' Catherine shouted to make her stop. Sara turned around. 'I don't want you getting your emotions out of control on this case. I mean it Sara. If you can't handle it then I will get Grissom to switch you with Nick or someone.' Her tone was sympathetic but Sara could tell she was a bit pissed off.
'I'm okay Catherine. I can handle it.' Sara replied calmly, which made Catherine believe her.
'Okay then. You check medical records and try and find out who our Jane Doe is. I will be going through some garbage.' She added with a grimace.
After 3 hours going through medical records, Sara found nothing. Every face of a battered woman took her back to her childhood, watching her mother try unsuccessfully to cover the bruises her father had gave her in another drunken rage. But Sara composed herself and thankfully hadn't lost it.
Walking into the layout room, Sara paused watching Catherine combing through the garbage bags.
'I found nothing on medical records. You got anything here?'
'Nope. Just ordinary garbage from the restaurant. Cigarette butts checked out as employees from the restaurant. The tire treads however came back belonging to a Volvo. Didn't you find fibres from a Volvo on Jane's clothing?'
'Yep. So what you thinking? Body dumpedby a Volvo?'
'Exactly what I am thinking. I got Greg running a search on all Volvos in the city but the list is going to be big.' Catherine replied. At that moment Greg came into the room holding a bundle of papers.
'Hey Sara, Catherine. I got the list of all the Volvos,' he dropped the bundle on the table with a thud. 'All 1,075 of them.' Catherine and Sara both let out a sign simultaneously.
Catherine looked at her watch. 'How about we call it a day, Sara? Maybe by tomorrow someone would have reported her missing.'
'Okay. See ya tomorrow then.' Sara walked into the locker room to get things and go home.
Walking into her apartment she debated whether or not to go to bed. Only she knew the nightmares she would face if she did attempt to sleep. So she made a cup of coffee and turned on her stereo and prepared for a long night to stay awake.