And Out of the Ashes 6?
Author's note: Hey all.. Thanks to all reading this fic. I am so glad to get this chapter out. I think so far it has been my longest. I also am giving cookies to anyone who can correctly guess who the balding man is:P
Rating: PG-13 for now.. Will most likely change
Disclaimer: I do not in any shape of form own CSI or any of the characters related to it. If I did this land would most likely be called OZ or Wonderland…
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Jtbwriter:Sara is indeed very stubborn and rushing out was very dumb on her part,
but that was the point. LOL. You will be finding out what the stalker does now!
laughs manically If you hated that cliffhanger you will kill me over this one. Enjoy!
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Chapter 5
Sara drove along highway 79 quickly, her car radio quietly playing Haunted", by Evanescence" Sara was half way to the crime lab, driving along a familiar stretch of road with equally familiar speed. Unexpectedly, her Tahoe was flooded with unfeasibly bright light. She had the fleeting impression of a set of car headlights before the searing light robbed her of vision. The truck swerved, and she fought the wheel. There was no use to it.. She couldn't make out the details of the dark road. The truck careened out of control.
Grissom inaudibly entered the DNA lab and spotted Greg at the computer. Raising an eyebrow at the lab rat turned CSI, he asked, "Greg… What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home? Shift doesn't start for a few hours."
"You're here," Greg retorted shortly. Between the limpness of the young man's hair and the anxiety in his eyes, Grissom had never seen Greg looking this distressed. Grissom shot the youngest CSI a look, and Greg straightened his posture respectfully, "I'm working the arson case. Brass called me in…" Greg glanced around nervously. "Boss… It was Sara's place."
Grissom watched as Greg shifted nervously, and clasped his hands together. Grissom had already known this though.
"Nobody's seen her since the fire," Greg continued informed Grissom. "The paramedics checked her out and then she just seemed to disappear. Do you think she is alright?"
"She's fine Greg. She'll be fine," Grissom told Greg, as if he were not only trying to reassure the younger CSI, but also himself. The buzz of the printer was a welcome distraction from the uncomfortable conversation. He reached and grabbed the page as it finished printing and dropped into the tray – was the lab analysis on the accelerant found on Sara's floor.
"How do you know-" The anxious Greg was cut off by Grissom looking up from the results. The older of the two of them glared at Greg, as if trying to tell him not to ask.
After a moment of awkward silence, Grissom held out the results for Greg to read. The results were unusual than most. Normally is a common variety of arson, they would expect to see a ordinary substance like gasoline or cleaning fluid, but this was something very out of the norm. Very different.
"Ether?" Greg voiced his surprise to Grissom as he raised a single eyebrow at his boss. "That's unusual for an accelerant. Gasoline would have been more available. Who would have access to Ether in these amounts?"
Grissom shrugged before answering, "Medicals doctors would defiantly have access. Vets also. Labs and researchers, even many dry cleaners and industries."
"But why would any of those people want to harm Sara?" Greg asked softly as he slumped down in the chair in front of the computer.
"I don't know Greg… I truly don't know. But we need to catch them quickly."
"Grissom!" came Catherine's shrill voice full of worry from the doorway. Grissom caught a glimpse of her face as she entered. She looked worried beyond compare. "Hey guys.. I hate to be the one to tell you…but PD called a few minutes ago. They found Sara's Tahoe a few miles away in a ditch by the side of the road. She was no where in sight. It looks like someone ran her off the road."
"WHAT?" Grissom exclaimed, his eyes going wide with fright. He had lost her; she had come to him and now she was gone. Why had she left in the first place? She should've just stayed at his place resting. "That can't be… When I left home she was still sleeping. "The man they all knew as calm and collected was starting to go pale and lose his cool. He felt as if his world had shattered into a billion tiny pieces.
Not even bothering to ask why Sara had been at Grissom's townhouse in the first place, Catherine sighed. "Do we have any leads to a specific suspect?"
Grissom hung his head sadly and muttered, "No."
Opening her brown eyes, Sara discovered she was no longer in her truck. In fact, she was laying on a strange bed in a room she didn't recognize. There was an odd smell of dust in the air and the windows were all covered with heavy curtains so that it was pitch dark. Sara could barely see past her own nose.
Wincing from pain, Sara tried to sit up but found her hands were tied tightly to the bedpost with what felt like silk. Although for reason that escaped her comprehension her legs were free.
Struggling with her bonds, the entrapped brunette started to panic. The last thing she remembered were headlights blinding her and being run off the road. Unfortunately she had been unable to identify the person in the other car.
Who could have done this? She wondered as she struggled to get free. Why would they do this to me?
As she continued to strain against the bonds, the door opened, filling the room with a bright light. Squinting against the bright glare of light, Sara was finally able to catch a glimpse of her assailant. Her instinctive gasp of shock was thunderous in the silent room. Quickly regaining her voice she cried, "YOU!"
TBC... cues dramatic music hehehe…