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Chapter Thirty Two

Eyes Only

"Gil." Catherine entered the lab where Grissom was working.

"Catherine." He didn't look up at her.

"Are we going to talk about this?" She asked, putting on her latex gloves.

"About what?"

"About Sara." Catherine wasn't going to let him off the hook.

"What about Sara?" He asked, not wanting to talk about it.

"Gil." Catherine sighed.

He looked up from what he was doing and looked at her questioningly.

"Sara and I are going to be a couple," she told him. "She's… she's become very important to me."

"I assume neither of you will let it interfere with your work, so I don't see what that has to do with me." Grissom continued with the evidence he was processing.

"For God's sake, Gil," Catherine threw up her hands. "One, you asked Sara on a date and she said no. Two, you and I are friends, and three, competing over the same woman isn't good for a friendship."

Grissom sighed and took off his glasses. "Catherine," he looked at her, "Sara has made it very clear to me that there's only one person for her and that person isn't me. There will be no competing."

"And our friendship?" Catherine inquired.

"Will stay the same." Grissom was already processing the evidence again.

Catherine looked at him disappointingly before starting to process evidence herself, and they continued to work in silence.

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"How dare you raise your voice to me?" Dunne slapped Veronica across the face.

"Mommy?"

Veronica held up her hand to her face and looked back at her little girl.

"It's ok, Baby." She said to her. "Bridget, pick her up and comfort her please."

Bridget did as she was told.

"Charles," Veronica turned towards her capturer again, "you cannot defend this to the Lord when it's your time to face him." She said quietly, not wanting her daughter see her get slapped again.

"You know nothing of the ways of the Lord. You are a mere woman, put on this earth only to please me, just as Bridget has been created to please Stanley."

"Says who? Did Stanley tell you or did you decide for him?" Veronica countered.

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"Catherine," Sofia came in and interrupted the silence between the blonde and old man.

"Sofia," Catherine looked up. "Did you get anything?"

"A patrol car found Burns' car," Sofia told her, "I'm heading out now, we'll need CSI." She handed Catherine a slip with the address and left them again.

Catherine looked at the slip and then at Grissom. "I'll go to the car," She decided. "I'll bring Greg." She paused. "And Sara."

"Sara?" Grissom looked at her. "Catherine, you can't let your personal feelings…"

"I know, Gil," the blonde interrupted him, "but she needs this. It will be eyes only for her."

"I'm advising you against this."

"Thank you, but Sara is going." Catherine told him. "Will you keep things going here and call me if you get anything new?"

He nodded and she left the room in search of Sara.

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"I will start making calls." The Governor straightened up in his chair. Two of his children and his… his granddaughter – he had a granddaughter. And they were all in danger. His son was right, he was a man of great influence, he could at least try doing something.

"Good," Benjamin nodded. "I'll go see how Kim is holding up." He got up and started leaving.

"Son," the older man spoke up.

Benjamin looked back at him.

"I'm sorry." He offered sincerely.

Benjamin nodded slowly and left the room. He had not forgiven his parents for what they had put his sister through, but he would try.

As he came into the living room he saw his mother sitting with Kimberly on one side and Anita and Matthew on the other side, looking through a photo album.

"Julie does look exactly like Veronica," Kimberly said, "I never realized just how much."

"She was such a beautiful child." Helen smiled. "She was so kind and sweet; always protecting the ones who couldn't protect themselves."

"She is still beautiful." Kimberly said softly. "And she still protects everybody, she always wants to save people. And now I can't do either for her."

"You already did." Benjamin spoke up. "She told me right before she…" He stopped.

The four on the couch looked over at him.

"She said that you were the only person who had ever made her feel completely safe. Not Dad, not Sara, not me – you."

"But I…"

"No!" Benjamin stopped her. "You make her feel safe. She will come back, because she has you to come back to. She's too damn stubborn to give up when her life was finally getting back to… when she had finally found you again."

Kimberly kept looking at him and finally she let the tears flow, finally she let herself break down. Her wife and child were missing and there was nothing she could do about it.

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"Sara."

The brunette looked up and saw Catherine standing in the doorway.

"Catherine."

They looked at each other for a couple of seconds. Catherine seemed to seek something in Sara's gaze. Finally she found what she was looking for, CSI Sidle had taken over, Sara had been pushed aside for now.

"We got the car." She told her.

"Yes, I know. I was here when Sofia got the call."

"Eyes only." Catherine told her as she turned to leave.

"What?" Sara looked at her backside, confused.

"You're coming," Catherine threw over her shoulder. "But eyes only. If I see you so much as think about touching a piece of evidence you're back to being a CSI level 1. Understood?"

Getting up and jogging up to the blonde, Sara nodded.

"Yes, Dear." She smiled. Finally it felt like they were getting somewhere.

Catherine chuckled, relieved. If Sara could joke a little then things were looking up.

"What about the statements?" Sara asked more seriously.

"I have arranged to have a couple of officers go through them." Catherine told her. "Chase and Jenkins will still be right behind you."

"Great," Sara sighed. "Why do I need them when I'm at a crime scene filled with cops and you?"

"Just because." Catherine replied, looking for Greg.

"That's not an answer, Catherine."

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"You cannot save her." Dunne backhanded her and she fell to the floor.

"You will not save yourself from eternal damnation if you let him take her now." Veronica didn't want to give up.

"Get her up!" Dunne ordered Stanley.

He took her roughly by the arm and dragged her to her feet.

"I will teach you not to disobey me," Charles said to her, his face only inches from hers. "You will learn where your place in life is." He kissed her roughly.

As he ended the kiss, she spat on the floor in disgust. "I will never succumb to you." She hissed.

"We will see about that." He smiled evilly and turned to Bridget. "You better keep that brat quiet if you know what is good for you." He said, pointing to a crying Julie.

"You want me to take care of it, sir?" Stanley asked.

"No!" Veronica stood in front of her sister and daughter. "You will not get near her as long as I am alive."

"Bring Veronica to my room. I will have to teach her a lesson." Dunne ordered and left the room.

"Yes, sir." Stanley grabbed her by the arm and forced her to follow Dunne.

"I love you, Julie. Mommy will be back soon. You stay with Bridget, ok?" Veronica tried her best not to sound as terrified as she was. Her worst nightmare was about to come true, again.

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Sara, Catherine and Greg arrived at the scene in record time. Walking towards the car Sara looked around at the neighbourhood, not really recognizing anything.

"Did you get anything from the canvass, Sofia?" Catherine asked the detective as they walked up to them.

"Nothing yet." She shook her head. "But we will get something. This is a residential area, someone has to have seen something. I'll get onto it now that you're here."

"Good." Catherine was already putting on her gloves. "Contact me as soon as you get anything."

"I will." The detective left them.

"Greg," Catherine looked up to see if she had his attention, "you do the perimeter. Anything looking the least bit out of place you bag and tag, got it?"

"Yes." Greg almost saluted her, but stopped himself just in time. "I'll get right on it."

"Greg." Sara stopped him.

"Yes?"

"Keep a good look out for tire tracks. Most likely they switched to another car here or somewhere near here."

"Got it." Greg started his investigations.

Sara walked closer to the car.

"Sara…" Catherine said warningly.

"I know, I know." Sara held up both hands in the air. "Eyes only."

"Good." The blonde put a hand on her arm a second in support, before starting to process the car.

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"Are you absolutely sure?" Nick asked.

"Yes, Mr. Stokes." The man answered. "I showed that building to a man, a Mr. Prick if I remember correctly, about two months ago. He bought it, paid in cash."

"He paid in cash?" Nick asked disbelievingly. "And that didn't raise a red flag, Mr. Newsome?"

"This is Las Vegas, Mr. Stokes." The man answered in a tone that indicated that it was answer enough.

"And the address?" Nick asked. "Could you just write that down for me?"

"Absolutely." Paul wrote down the address.

"Thank you so much for your help." Nick was almost out of the door wanting to find Catherine as soon as possible.

"Mr. Stokes?" Nick turned back to the man. "Will you tell Catherine to give me a call sometime? I would love to see her again, if you know what I mean." Newsome smiled.

"I sure will." Nick smiled a fake smile. "When hell freezes over." He mumbled low enough that the other man didn't hear him, and left the room.

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"This is for your own good, you know that." Dunne preached as he tied up a naked Veronica to the bed. "You will learn to obey me!" He finished tying the ropes and started removing his own clothes. "I will erase the memory of the devil from your mind."

Tears fell silently down her cheeks as he forced himself into her. She knew that the beating would soon start as well. She only prayed that her daughter would be safe.