Flash back chapter. Things start to make sense here- at least I think so. Thanks for the reviews. You guys are really cool.
Chapter 8
FLASHBACK:
"So you're saying that you found your wife on top of an elevator?" Sara questioned, doubt evident in her voice. This was by far the most farfetched testimony she had ever heard. What she saw, was a man desperate to escape a crime he committed.
The man nodded. He caught the suspecting tone in Sara's voice and gave out a breath of disappointment. "You don't believe me do you?"
She pondered the question for a moment. Part of her didn't, part of her did. She saw the very real possibility of innocence in the man's eyes, and yet all the evidence said otherwise. The evidence said that he had gone through temporary insanity after learning of his wife's love affair and murdered her in the process. "Look, if you plead temporary insanity then you-
"I haven't done anything wrong!" He cut her off, venom in his voice.
"The rape kit tested positive and we found your DNA on her."
"She's my wife. It's no wonder you found it."
She blinked, annoyed at the sarcastic tone in the man's voice. "Do you regularly force your wife to have sex?"
"I've told you a million times! I haven't done anything wrong!" He scowled, anger and frustration mixed with his words. "I did not rape my wife and I did not try to hide her body on that elevator! I called 911, didn't I?"
Sara rubbed her neck and shifted her seat. She had not slept a day since she had gotten the case. She would have been done with it days ago- but she had the sinking feeling that she was sending an innocent man to jail.
She was wrong.
"I didn't do it." The man pleaded. "Please believe me. No one else does."
She shook her head. She didn't know what to believe. "Your testimony isn't going to hold up in court. Stop holding back. Tell me everything."
"I can't."
"Would you rather go to jail?" She asked bluntly, silence following her words. She looked at the man sympathetically. He had buried his face in his hands at her words- frightened at the thought of going to jail.
Standing up, she sighed. She didn't have time for this. She was a CSI not a lawyer. She had been sent on a wild goose chase- just cause of the man's sworn testimony- and she wasn't about to do it again. Gil Grissom had invited her to work on a case in Vegas- a once in a life time opportunity.
"I'll be going now." She mumbled, as she headed out the door.
The man stood up and blocked her way.
"I do have something." Reaching for something in his pocket, he handed a piece of folded paper to her. "Don't read it here. Keep it to yourself. Please."
She nodded and walked out. Shaking her head, she told herself that reading it would only send her into another wild goose chase. She had a Vegas-bound plane to catch and she didn't have the time for it.
She instead handed the the piece of paper to the CSI who was replacing her. "The suspect gave this to me. Go process this."
"You're really leaving are you?"
She smiled. "Would you pass up the opportunity to work with Gil Grissom?"
The CSI gave a low chuckle. "You have a point there."
Inside the man sat frowning. Fear in his eyes. He held another note- something that he had not wanted Sara to see. He re-read it one last time and closed his eyes. "Please, Charlie, don't hurt her."
"Sara." She heard Grissom call her. She slurred and savored her well-needed rest one last time before she opened her eyes to reality. Sitting up she whimpered at the sharp pain that traveled down her spine. Reality sucked.
"What's going on?" Sara asked, realizing that Grissom wasn't the only person on the other side. There were other people now and the sound of them shuffling around was making her feel nauseous.
A smooth southern accent- one that she did not recognize, answered her. "Ms. Sidle, I'm from the FBI explosives unit. We're in the process of looking for the other four explosives in the building. Do you suspect the work of terrorists?"
She laughed out loud at the question- momentarily forgetting the pain that would follow. Ceaseless coughing followed and from what seemed like the worst few second of her life, her whole body shook from convulsions.
"Are you alright, Ms. Sidle?"
Speaking through clenched teeth, she replied. "Never better."
