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The Worst
Chapter 9
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"Nick," Warrick ran to catch up with him in the corridor outside of the Trace lab, "Hey man. How many of these guys have you chased up?" he asked, holding up the piece of paper with the names of the five owners of the blue cars.
"All of them. These two," he pointed at the two delivery van names, "Were delivering 'goods' to apartment 337. That's 3 floors above Sara and the woman in that apartment vouched for them both."
"But those vans were there for ages, it doesn't take that long to deliver…oh…right, I get it. So what about the rest?"
"Well, Andy here is a gal. So that rules her out, unless she's got some weird secret…um, this one was a bit sus," he said, pointing at Charlie Milus, "But that was only because he had robbed a place in the building. Silent alarm proved his alibi. So that leaves us with Bob Murray. Interesting fellow. It was his car, but we believe it was his ex-wife's boyfriend driving it. The weird thing is, his name came up on Sara's phone records. We didn't think much of it at the time 'cause Sara gets calls from people we don't know all the time; you know, friends from Frisco and all."
"Yeah, I get ya."
"This man, Peter Davis, called her a few times. Too long to be wrong numbers, but too short to be 'old mate chats'"
"What do you make of it?"
"Not sure yet. I was just gonna call Sara and see if she recognizes the name."
"Tell her we're all thinking of her, and we're gonna kill the bastard that did this."
"She'll get sick of hearing it…"
"Nah, she'll be right. We're just being persistent," he smiled, "Tell her that too."
"Sure, sure, where you headed?"
"Griss wants me to chase up all the evidence that's been put around the place. This would be my first stop," he answered, pointing at Hodges through the glass wall."
"Good luck, man"
"Yeah, you too."
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"The name isn't familiar, but the initials are. P.D. They were the initials of my secret admirer,"
"God girl, how many guys you got after you?"
"Few less that Catherine."
Nick laughed, "You must really like Grissom to turn them all down."
"Something like that."
"If we got a voice recording, do you think you could match it aurally?"
"I wouldn't need to. Just use my answering machine. He left a message a few days back."
"OK. Now you sure we don't need a warrant for that?" he asked mockingly, to which he got the engaged signal on the phone as his answer.
He laughed and then hung up his end.
Now all he had to do was track down Peter Davis.
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When Grissom got to the hospital, he found Sara asleep.
He knew she needed the rest, but couldn't help but feel disappointed that she wasn't awake. He set down the flowers and chocolates he had brought with him, along with the card he had taken an age to write.
Then, taking the clichéd position of sitting by her bed with her hand in his, he began, with his other hand, to seek out her bruises to see if they had cleared up any.
It had been almost two days since the attack and Grissom was hoping that some of the facial bruising had gone down, perhaps revealing an impression of some kind. He hated the thought of someone hitting Sara that hard, but anything that could help them pin this guy, he would find and use it.
No such luck. The bruises were still too dark and swollen.
He brought her hand up to place a single kiss on it, before standing and straightening the gifts he'd bought.
He left without a word and didn't turn around to see a faint smile growing on a waking Sara Sidle.
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"Hey Brass, it's Nick."
"Hi. What's going on?"
"I need you to find me a man."
"Don't tell me you've turned to the other side?"
"Brass…" he warned
"OK, OK. Who and what case?"
"His name is Peter Davis. We believe he has something to do with Sara."
Even over the phone, Nick could hear Brass tense up, "Where?"
"Bellagio. We're waiting at PD for him."
"Consider it done."
"Brass?"
"Yeah?"
"We need him alive."
"Don't worry. I'm leaving him for Gil."
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The first thing that Sara saw when she opened her eyes was a huge bouquet of assorted and colourful flowers. The second was a box of Roses chocolates, of which she immediately ate a few.
Placing the chocolates back, she noticed a card. Opening it, she found the slightly slanted writing of Gil Grissom.
Sara,
I never know what to write on these, it always comes across mushy and insincere, so instead of the usual 'get well soon' I'm going to write exactly what I'm feeling and thinking right at this moment.
You said you wanted a friend; needed a friend. Sara, I am always here for you as a friend. Always. And if we became more that than, I would still be there for you as a friend. It's what we were first and we will still keep that. You have to believe me, because I'm finally realising all that I've missed out on.
I want you to know that you can trust me with whatever you need to tell.
I know there is something more as to why you've suddenly changed your mind about us. I don't want to push you, but in your own time when you're ready, I will be waiting.
We will catch this man, Sara. I promise you. I was never in the Scouts; too much of a loner, but what I am giving you is the equivalent of a Scouts honour.
All my love and friendship,
Gil.
Sara smiled as the tears started to pool.
She smiled at the fact that she knew it was genuine, she cried at the fact that she had to dig up old wounds.
But she smiled again at the thought that she had a chance to start anew.
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So…corny I know! But come on, it had to be done:)
Sorry it took a while, despite thinking that we had an empty house, I didn't realise more relly's were coming! I have a big family, incase you didn't notice! lol!
Going to Sydney this weekend, so there won't be any posts until at least Tuesday! Maybe even Wednesday! But hopefully no later!
Em
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