Battered, Bruised, Broken, Alive chp 4
Sara's a/n: ok well here's the next chp plz leave a review at the end…plz & thnk you
Sara
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Grissom and Sara meet Brass down in his office pertaining news Brass had.
"What's the important information?" Sara asked.
"You know how you're looking for only one suspect?" Brass said.
"Yeah. Why? Is there 2 suspects?"
"Bingo. One of the witnesses said there was another guy. 2 men as of right now." Brass stated.
"Anyone come through on the vehicle?" Grissom finally asked.
"Just that it was a white van. No plate information. No nothing." Brass said, with the common hint of frustration under his breath.
"Ok. I'm going to fill Catherine and Greg in." Grissom said.
"Ok. I'll uh, be around." Sara said to both Brass and Grissom, while walking out first.
Grissom and Sara made their way out of Brass's office, Grissom heading to fill Catherine and Greg in with the new information they had found out. Meanwhile, Sara headed to her Denali, to go to the crime scene again to find more evidence they may have missed.
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While they waited, Nick tries to figure out why it was important for him to have Gabby's iPod. What was really on there besides music?
"Yo' man, you gonna stare at that thing all night or what?" Warrick said after watching Nick stare at the iPod since Gabby left.
"Ok, I'm not getting something here. Why would it be important that I took this? There has to be something besides music on it. Right? Cause she sounded anxious I keep it."
"I say, we listen to it and find out for sure. Maybe she knows something, and that's why she's here." Warrick reasoned.
"You're right. Ok, here goes nothing." Nick said while turning the pink iPod on.
On the iPod, they find tons of songs. Songs ranging from The WHO, to John Mayer, Evanescence, Chris Daughtry, James Blunt, Rihanna, Mary J. Blige, Jewel, Avril Lavigne, a bunch of songs for depressed people, and a few Christian songs.
"Wow, this girl has good taste." Warrick said admiring Gabby's taste of music in her collection.
They were almost done with all the stuff on the iPod, until they hear voices. They can make out something like murder and a suicide, drugs, something about a girl, a girls' voice saying that she wouldn't tell, and a name they can't make out clearly.
"Dude, she caught something. Suicide? Murder? I'm thinking, she witnessed both." Warrick said.
"If she did, they must be after her. And, less the CSI's, less the chance of being caught." Nick said thinking.
"Yeah. I still think, that she witnessed them."
Suddenly, out of nowhere, they hear a high-pitched scream from up above them, the look at each other. The next time the scream comes again, longer and louder; then, a slap.
That much they can hear.
Finally it goes quiet. They both have a feeling of dread in their stomachs.
About 10 minutes later, the door is opened. The two men go over to the corner and shove her to the floor.
Then, they leave,
Without, a single word.
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While Sara arrives at the scene again, she looks around the parking area where she thinks the van sped away.
She thinks if they DID speed away, then there should be rubber-tire marks it left behind.
Hopefully, she would be in luck.
While she is scouring the lot, her phone rings. 'Grissom', is on the display screen.
"Sidle." she gives the usual phone greeting. "I'm back at the scene. Well, if the van sped away the first time, there should be tire marks. No I haven't yet. Yeah. Ok. Yes I will be safe." "Bye." Sara hangs up.
Finally, she spots some burnt rubber-tire impressions. She takes pictures for documentation, and then lifts it. She thinks it will be enough to go with, so without wasting time, she packs up and leaves.
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Nick and Warrick are by her side instantly.
"Gabby? Gabby? Hey girl, can you hear me? Gab? Come on girl answer me." Warrick tries to get a response from her.
She just stares.
"Warrick, help me check her over." Nick says fearing the worst.
While they are checking her over, they find a gash on the back of her head, a cut on her chest, a forming black eye. Suddenly, Warrick spots blood. They realize she is wearing new-older ragged clothes.
Warrick then realizes, that Nicks and his worst fear had come true.
"Nicky?"
"Yeah."
Warrick sighs. "She's bleeding vaginally. She was raped. Look here, there's blood present." Warrick points to her jeans.
"We're going to need evidence. We can lose it by tomorrow. But, I don't think she will trust us. Because we're guys." Nick says while blaming himself for letting her get hurt.
"Well, we need to decide sometime. And we need to get her to respond."
"Yeah."
The door opens with a creak.
"Get her and follow us. We're going on a road trip." One of the unidentified guys commanded.
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While Greg was running Sara's tire marks she collected back at the scene, Brass was fuming in his office.
He couldn't understand how somebody could wait almost 48 hours to come forward with some information. He realizes he talked to the same guy at the scene, and he said he didn't see anything. Now he does? What the hell?
For his sake, and for everyone else's, he calms down. He picks up the phone and dials a well-known number.
"Gil? A man I talked to 2 days ago just came in with information. He got some numbers from the license plate from the van. I'll fax it to your office. Uh-huh. Yeah. Well, that's in there, you can have Sara run it or whatever. I already sent out an APB for it, Yeah. I'll let you know. Ok." He hangs up his phone and sighs.
Brass was all the more thinking about his CSI's and the little girl who reminded him of his daughter Ellie.
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"We're going on a little trip."
"Where to?" Nick asked.
"That's for me to know and you to never find out." the man cocked back.
The man walked up the stairs to gather some things needed for the trip.
Warrick and Nick looked at Gabby and how she was doing since they discovered her injuries.
"Come on, we'll help you." Warrick said to a semi non-responsive Gabby.
"I can't move." She said, her voice full of pain and coldness.
"Here, I'll carry you." Warrick picks her up. "Ok now, hold on to me." Gabby wraps her hands around Warrick's neck for support. "There we go. Now try to keep hold."
"Where are we going Warrick?" Gabby asked tiredly.
"I don't know hon. I don't know. I wish I did though."
"I'm scared."
"Me too. But we're gonna be ok." At least he hoped they would.
"Yeah." Gabby said as she fell into a deep slumber in Warrick's arms.
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Brass, Grissom and Sara arrived at the house of the person who owned the van.
"Whose place is this?" Sara asked being the investigator she was.
"A Richard White. And boy does he have a record." Brass said.
"Yeah? How long of one?"
"Not too long, just very sick. 2 counts of assault and Battery, 2 statutory rapes, 3 domestic abuse cases, Man, its just sick." Brass said naming off each crime committed by the man, one by one.
"Brass, if he's got that girl and has had her for what? 2 to 3 days? Who knows what he's done already."
The three of them walk up and knocks on the door. They wait about 2 minutes before giving up.
Suddenly, Sara spots the basement window.
"Hey guys. Look." Sara says pointing to the window.
Peaking through it, she looks around. While looking around, she spots blood, and a good amount of it too.
"Brass, we need into that house now. There's blood in the basement."
"Let me get my men out here. I'll clear the scene. You two stay here." Brass says while going towards the house.
Sara starts to walk behind Brass when a hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"Sara, let Brass clear the scene. That's not our job, and you know it." Grissom warned.
"What if they're inside? What if they're close to death? You're just going to stop me?" Sara argued her point.
"Yes, I am. It's bad enough that Nick, Warrick and a little girl is missing. I don't need to lose you too." Grissom said with an emotion he barely uses on the job.
"We need them back. Ecklie's already destroyed us once. We need to find them."
"We will Sara. We will." But, for once, Grissom was thinking differently.
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tbc...
a/n: hope ya like the chp plz leave a review thnks!
sara