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Hope everyone had an excellent Chrissy and New Year and ate way too much and that Santa brought everything to you that you wanted:) I know I did! (CSI DVD's are always top of my list! Haha!)
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Mwa mwa,
Em
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The Worst
Chapter 8
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"How many more hours are there?"
"Just one"
"I think that calls for another pizza."
"No way, Nick. Not near the equipment. You want pizza, we take a break, adding another hour to that time."
"I say we vote."
"No Nick!" came the unison call of Catherine Warrick and Archie
They had been sitting in the A/V lab for 3 hours, watching Sara's apartment's parking lot security tapes. So far they had 5 blue vehicles that had stopped in the time that Sara's had been assaulted.
Because Sara had a very limited idea of what had happened, they could only narrow the time of the attack down to a period of 4 hours, with the help of neighbours. Even that was extremely long.
"Can't we just fast forward?"
"No"
"Dammit."
"I'm still voting on that pizza."
"Fine!" said and exasperated Catherine, "But I'm getting it. You're not missing any of this thing," she added, knowing very well that the only reason that Nick wanted the pizza was because his butt was going numb from sitting for so long, "And like Archie said, no eating over the equipment."
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"Five blue cars in 4 hours. Two are delivery, three civilians. Two of those with out of state plates. We got names for all of them, Cath checked out the auto-detail places, nothing out of place, no familiar names," Nick reported to Grissom.
"Not to us anyway. were any of the plates from San Francisco?"
Nick glanced at the paper, "Uh…one."
"Check that one out first."
"Right."
"And Nick?"
"Yeah," he said, turning back around.
"Take Greg with you. He needs to get out more."
Nick laughed a little, knowing that was Grissom's intention to lighten the mood around the lab, "And send Cath in here for me."
"Sure."
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"Mr. Murray," Nick began, "Is this your car?" he said, showing Rob Murray a picture of a car from the surveillance.
"Ah…" he took hold of the photo, considering it, "Yes and no."
"Care to elaborate?" Greg cut in, eager for an answer that could have something to with Sara.
"Yeah, um…it's a bit complicated though. OK, it was mine when I used to live in 'Frisco, but then I got a divorce and came out here. In the midst of the fights I left my car and bought my other one out with me. My ex-wife must still have the car, if I know her it'll still be registered in my name."
"Can you think of any reason she would be in Vegas?"
"I haven't talked to her in about a year, I wouldn't have a clue, sorry."
"So you wouldn't know if she had a new man in her life?"
"Wouldn't surprise me"
"Why do you say that?"
"Reason we divorced. She had about 5 guys chasing her round, and let me tell you, she wasn't running away."
"Got any names?"
"A couple. Um…Anthony Bird, Guy Smith, Peter something, uh…it begun with a D…sorry, that's it."
Nick flicked through the file he was holding, then looked up to Rob, "Davis? Was it Peter Davis?"
"Yeah, that's it! He was the one I hated most, he would come out from New York every second weekend, 'cause that's when my ex told him I was outta' town. Can you believe that? He knew I was her husband, yet he still came east coast to west coast every fortnight to get some. How do you know the name?"
"Sorry, we can't discuss case dynamics; just one last question. Does the name Sara Sidle mean anything to you?"
"Uh…yeah," he answered slowly, "Um…this is confidential, right?"
"Unless it's the case breaker, yes."
He sighed, "I used to work in the same department as her. I kinda had a crush on her. It's a bit embarrassing, that's all. I asked her out once, but she was already seeing someone."
"You know she lives in Vegas now too? This could be considered stalking her."
"No! No…not at all, I had no idea."
"OK, we'll be in touch."
Even though it hadn't been said, Rob could tell that the two CSI's hadn't believed him.
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"What do you need this time?" Catherine sighed, slumping in a seat in Grissom's office.
"Sara."
"Okaaaay…what did you do this time?"
"I don't know."
"Gil, you gotta give me something"
"I'm confused. She was always trying to pursuing me, and I pushed her away. Now I want to be with her and she's pushing me away. Well, not completely away, she still wants to be friends, but nothing else."
"Simple. She's paranoid. You spoke of a past with Sara? Well, I kinda know a bit about that. The day she broke it off with hank, we went out and had a few beers. Well, she had a few more than me and got a bit tipsy and started to tell me about how she should have known that Hank would lie to her and hurt her. She told me that every guy she's ever gotten close to, has hurt her, including you. God Gil, would it have hurt for you to have written or called a bit more?" she shook her head, realising she was getting off track, "Anyway, the last thing she told me, was what stuck with me the most. She said that most guys in her life that she dated, growing up, ended up ditching her because of what had happened in her past. She refused to tell me what that past entailed, but I still felt for her, you know?"
Grissom bowed his head, realising for the first time the magnitude of it all, after all, he knew the past.
"Gil, my advice, be a friend before anything else. Go talk to her again. Take flowers and chewy centered chocolates like everyone else does. Like friends do. Laugh with her. The when you both feel comfortable around each other again, ask her whats going on behind the smile."
Having said her piece, she stood up, thinking she would get no feedback.
"Thank you Cath. I don't say that enough. If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't even be here. Thank you."
"No problem. I expect a bonus in my next pay cheque," she laughed before walking out of the office, before Grissom could retort.
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Emma-loo!
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