Grissom's POV
He walked inside with his kit and flashlight. It had been a productive car ride and they had only talked about thirty seconds. He was never very good with people so he was glad she didn't want to get into deep conversation.
The living room of Carli Matheson's home was dark and cramped. He didn't really need to look for any evidence in this part of the house, but he was trying to avoid getting in Sara's way. Just like he had been doing for years.
He turned around and walked into the kitchen and looked around. He had already looked through this room, but he could've missed something.
The sink was spotless, not one dish sat in it, the dishtowels were folded and neatly placed in drawers, all the silver was carefully lined with each other and placed in the corrects slots. They stove was shining, not one grease stain or dirty pan sat on the burners. This woman was clean. He slipped on his gloves and opened the dishwasher. When he pulled out the bottom wrack, it was empty. He carefully slid it back in and pulled out the top wrack. The only dishes on the top were two crystal wine glasses. One with lipstick stains on the top and the other was clean. He opened his kit and grabbed a bag. Hopefully the second wine glass had DNA on it. As he grabbed the wine glass, he heard something. It was screaming from upstairs! The only other person in the house was… Sara!
He dropped everything and bolted for the stairs. "Sara!" He climbed them as fast as he could, tripping on a step. He quickly pulled himself back up and climbed the rest. Grissom bolted down the hall to arrive to an empty bedroom. The sliding glass door was open. He ran around the bed and outside. There was nothing but trees and fences. "Sara!" Dear God, she was gone. He ran aimlessly around her backyard and into the woods. He couldn't hear anything but traffic and dogs barking.
He turned around and ran back inside, down the stairs and to his Truck. He swung open the door hard enough for it to fall off its hinges. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed Brass.
"Yeah."
"Brass, it's Sara. We were at the Matheson house and Sara started screaming. It tried to get there, but she was gone! She was just gone! I think he's got her! What if he has her?"
"Grissom, calm down. What are you talking about?"
"The Matheson house! For God's sake, she was working upstairs and I was in the basement! The whole house was silent and before I knew it Sara was screaming something! When I got there, she was gone!"
"Alright. I'm on my way. Don't go back into the house!"
Grissom closed his phone and stared into the woods. She was out there somewhere in the hands of a killer. He felt helpless. It was his entire fault!
Two hours later
"I've already gone over this! She started screaming something; I think it was about a suspect. I ran upstairs and she was already gone! I ran outside and there was nothing. No people, no sounds or flashlights or anything! Listen, one of my best CSI's is out there in the hands of a maniac killer and you all are just standing around! You need to be looking for her!"
"We're doing everything we can Grissom. You just have to give it time." Brass placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and walked over to an officer.
"Grissom!" He jumped a little when he heard his named shouted. He looked to his left to see the entire team walking towards him. He had no idea how he could face them. It was his fault she was gone.
"We got your message! What happened?"
He laughed a little. It was going to be the tenth time he had to say what happened and it never got old! "We were here trying to find a lead. Anything that could help us when those prints came back blank. We had been here about ten minutes and Sara just started screaming. When I got there, she was gone." Yep, it never got boring!
"You didn't hear anything! See anything outside?"
"No Catherine, there was nothing!" He ran his hands over his face and through his hair. "I can't believe I let this happen!"
"Grissom, you couldn't have known this killer was going to strike!" Warrick said as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
That was twice in one night he had been told it was his fault for happened to Sara.