Chapter II
Visitor in the Lobby
The single story building that housed the Las Vegas Crime Lab wasn't all that impressive. She had seen bigger and she had seen better. If it was completely up to her, she would have avoided cops all together, but it wasn't. She smirked. She had to get what was rightfully hers. Sara owed her.
Sara, her little girl. Her bratty, good for nothing but stabbing her in the back, little girl. Hadn't she given birth to the pathetic bitch? Fed her? Clothed her? So, the kid had gotten knocked around a little bit, but she survived didn't she?
Then when she'd needed her, Sara had turned her back. The little bitch had testified against her in court. Against her own mother. Now, though, she was back out of jail, the one that Sara had put her in. Now she wanted what was owed to her. Laura Sidle wanted what was owed to her and her daughter would give it to her.
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Nick and Greg were in the lobby, getting Griss's messages. The man never answered the phone and the receptionist called them periodically to get all of the message slips that she filled out for the slightly-off-center entomologist. When the front door opened, they didn't pay it any attention. When the woman walked in, the two men looked up out of habit.
If they hadn't known that Sara was out at a scene, they would have sworn that she was standing right there. At first glance the woman looked like her twin. At second glance, it was obvious that she was older then Sara, an aunt or even her mother, the resemblance was too strong for this not to be a Sidle woman. Nick walked over to her. "Ma'am? Can I help you?
She looked at him with Sara's dark eyes and smiled Sara's gap toothed grin, "Hello, I'm looking for my daughter, maybe you know her, Sara Sidle?" Nick grinned, "I see where Sara gets her good looks." He held out his hand, "I'm Nick Stokes, I work with Sara."
Greg listened to the Texas twanged bullshit that came out of Nick's mouth. The woman might have looked like Sara, but something was off. Where Sara was slender, this woman was bony, where Sara was strong, this woman was as tough as three day old burnt steak, where Sara's brown eyes were filled with compassion and just a little bit of sadness, this woman's eyes were cold and full of lies. He had a bad feeling about Laura Sidle.
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Though she didn't like the idea, she left Sara with a uniform at the scene. The evidence was loaded in the back of her Denali and she drove back and surprisingly enough, Sofia asked for a ride back with her. The blonde detective only shrugged, "My car is in the shop, I rode in with a uniform." They spent the ride in complete silence, which, on the way to the Trace Lab Sofia broke. "So you and Sara are pretty good friends now." Catherine smirked, she'd been wondering how long it would take the detective to come out and ask what she had been wondering about. Catherine smiled, "Yes." They made the turn to walk down the long hall that led to the many labs and offices making up the Crime Lab. "So I was thinking, that perhaps we should all go out sometime, away from work. Get out a little." Catherine smirked, "Are you asking us out, Detective?" The look on Sofia's face was priceless. Catherine supposed that people generally had the same expressions when they swallowed their tongues. "Because I don't like being a third…who the hell is that?"
Startled by the sudden shift in the conversation, Sofia turned her head and looked into the break room. "It looks just like…"
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Warrick leaned against the counter, listening to Sara's mother. "And so Sara jumped off of those cliffs and right into the Pacific. I knew that if she survived I was going to kill her for scaring me that bad." Warrick nodded, but there was a look on his face, one of slight disbelief. He looked up, Catherine and Sofia were at the door, staring in, with the slightly glazed over expression of shock on their faces. He stood up straight, "Catherine, Sofia, this is Laura Sidle, Sara's mom." Sofia nodded and looked the woman over, "Apparently." Catheirne only stared and Warrick would have sworn he saw anger flash through her blue eyes.