Disclaimer：I am not connected in any way to CSI
Summary：Sara heard something from Nick
Rating：T
A/N：Thank you so much to Rhee for the beta. Thank you so much for the review/feedback, I appreciate it a lot.
Next Station：HAPPINESS ?
Chapter Four
We were all looking for our terminal station, a place we belonged to or a place accepted for whom we really were. Some people were lucky enough to find their last stop without getting off the wrong station, whereas others were not.
Greg stormed into the trace lab and moved to stand next to Hodges. "You paged me?"
"Yes and I've identified the small balls you found in your victim's garden." Hodges replied with a self-satisfied and proud expression on his face.
"So?" Greg lifted an eyebrow and waited for the answer.
Hodges read the result from the report he was holding. "Na2B4O7·10H2O, moisture content, starch, protein, cellulose, Vitamin C, potassium, sugar, sol, citric acid, calcium lactate, phosphorus, iron, magnesium, VitaminB1, B2 and B5."
Greg organized the chemical formula in his head. "Na2B4O7·10H2O, that's borax, and what?"
"And potato." Hodges said affirmably.
Greg eyes widened and stared at Hodges. "Potato?"
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Mr. Harrison's body was laid out on the steel table, the skin was opened and the rib was set aside near the body. Doctor Robbins was holding the victim's intestines and going to put them on the scale which was behind the steel table.
"Hey Doc." Warrick greeted as he walked in the morgue.
Doctor Robbins nodded to him then picked the intestines up off the scale then put them into a drain pan. "Mr. Harrison's health condition was good. Great teeth, beautiful lungs and Cause of death was a gun shot, direct damage. The bullet penetrated from his left temple, through the skull and brought the skull fragments caused the surface of his brain injured. Then the bullet continued to pass through the brain and directly destroyed the cerebrum, formed a trajectory and the bullet came out from his right temple."
Warrick nodded his understanding and he pointed at a long wound on victims' right forearm. "What about that wound, Doctor?"
Doctor Robbins carefully examined the wound. "Coincidentally, this was the second time I saw the clean-cut tonight. It might be a sharp and short instrument."
"Sharp instrument? Sara found a scalpel at our scene."
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Sara chose a lab room which people barely stopped by and spread out the photos they had taken at the scene on the table after she gave DNA Lab, Wendy, the blood she had swabbed from the scalpel. Standing in front the table, Sara divided the photos into three groups and aligned them in a straight line. She started to run through her theory in her mind. As Warrick had said, jewels were on the dressing table, it was not robbery. Then why did the murderer go to Mr. Harrison's house and killed him and hurt his girlfriend? Was it vengeance or did the murderer just kill people no reason? And Miss Mason, was she okay? Should I call the hospital? Sara checked the clock on the wall, seeing it was nearly twenty minutes after the shift. She had promised herself that she would not work overtime, even if her job was to help the victims' family and they all relied on CSIs to find out murderers, but she realized she was human after all. She needed to rest to clear her brain, needed her own life to refresh her mind and she needed to go home to feed the only man in her life, Justin, her Tail Betta. Sara tidied up the photos then put them in a file folder.
Sara murmured after considering her dilemma. "Okay Justin can wait."
She decided to see Miss Mason before went home.
Nick saw Sara stepping into the locker room and gave her a big smiled. "Hey Sara, heading home?"
Sara returned the smile, walked toward to her locker and opened it. "Hey Nick, I thought you had the day off. I was thinking of going to Desert Palm Hospital before heading home."
"Yeah I had a day off, but Cath called me said she needed me in for this case. Why are you going to the hospital? Are you sick?" Nick took off his T-shirt, grabbed a shirt from his locker and put it on and turned to face Sara with a serious expression on his face.
"I'm okay Nick. I discovered our victim was alive at our scene so…um I want to know how she is now. I thought Catherine was working with Grissom and nice suit by the way." Sara showed him a smile to convince him and turned back to her locker to put her stuff into her bag.
Nick felt relieved after he heard her reply and looked down to see his shirt with a satisfied smile and lifted his head to see Sara. "Oh thanks, Ariel bought it to me. Good to know you're fine, Sara. And yes, Cath was working with Grissom, they got a DB who was cut into pieces and dumped in a dumpster. Cath said Grissom was still at the scene and he was a little…um depressed by this case, so she needed me in the lab."
"Oh…" An emotion involved Grissom at crime scene? That was not like him. Sara thought as she put her bag around her shoulder.
"But Sara, you can call the hospital to ask, you know, you don't have to go there by yourself." Nick said as he took his wallet out of his locker.
"Yeah, I know it Nick, I know." Sara stared at the floor as if she was telling the lie to Nick, but of course she knew she could make a phone call instead went there by herself.
Nick suddenly recollected that Sara was concerned about a female victim who was rapped, abused and left alive at the crime scene few years ago and Grissom rushed that case for her. "Okay, if you need anything just call me, okay? By the way when will you have dinner with Ariel and me? You promised us, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, yes, dinner, of course I remember, I'll call you later okay? I'm leaving now, see you next shift." Sara hurriedly said goodbye and left the locker room.
Nick shocked his head and replied to the empty locker room. "Sure, see you later."
I t was not like she hated to have dinner with Nick and his girlfriend and she felt happy for Nick that he finally met a prefect girl. Just she was not used to blending into those kinds of situations. Sara walked through the hallway, said goodbye to the office secretary, Judy Tremont and speedily walked her way out of the building. Seeing the intense light of the enormous Vegas sun, she took her sunglasses out from her bag and put them on. Sometimes, she could not distinguish which season it was in Vegas, and it always felt hot in the morning and cold at night. She was not that kind of person who let weather affected their mood, but she still needed to feel those little changes in daily life to remind her which season was and how long she had been living in here. She knew the weather was not the only thing she missed from San Francisco. Feeling the morning light was burning her skin, she quickened her speed to reach her car and unlocked it. Before opening the car door, she looked over her shoulder to see the parking space A-012 where Grissom usually parked his car. It was empty. He had not come back to the lab yet. Sara thought when she climbed in her car. She slowly put the seat belt on, adjusted the back mirror and then glared at A-012 once again. She knew that she was being ridiculous; she always found stupid excuses like what she was doing to linger around the lab before heading home to wait, wait to see him before she left. She could not help but strongly wanting to see him now. Just a stolen glance of him made her have sweet dreams. It was a simple and pure desire.
She started the engine.
The new day was beginning.
TBC
A/N：Any suggestion of this chapter? Thank you so much for reading the story.