Summary Natalie Davis created miniatures, committed murders and ultimately abducted Sara. The question is why? Rated M for adult content, this story will get a bit dark following Natalie's journey. Spoilers for Season 7 are included so please, you have been warned about the spoilers and darkness.

Author's Note This is my first attempt at a fan fic, so please read and review as suggestions and comments would be greatly appreciated. I have tried to keep as honest to the CSI timeline as possible, however, since it is a little fuzzy, so am I. As you read, you will question Ernie's relationship with Natalie. Is Natalie seeing things that aren't there?

This is written with Natalie's perspective in mind. I am writing this because I am trying to fill in what we have not seen from Natalie. In this chapter, Natalie finishes the first miniature.

Disclaimer I did not create nor do I own these characters or anything to do with CSI.

Chapter 3

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Natalie didn't know where else to go after she left her shift at Izzy Delancy's house. He had tainted her, taunting her around his kitchen with an uncapped bottle of bleach. He was waving the bottle at her and all she could do was focus on not completely losing her mind. She watched his hands with such an intense and complete concentration, trying to will that none of the bleach would spill out of the bottle. Even worse, if any of the bleach had spilled out, Natalie wanted to be damn sure she knew where it was so she could avoid it.

Watching the handle of the bleach bottle sway dangerously on Izzy's one hooked finger, all of her old feelings were brought up again, and she could feel herself starting to "phase out." The sounds around her; Izzy's gruff voice, the whooshing and clanking of the dishwasher, the faint crying of his child, it all started to become muffled, sounding heavy and far away. Natalie saw herself as a little girl again, looking down from her tree house, staring at the pool of blood forming around her sister Chloe's head on the sidewalk below. Natalie started to wonder what Izzy's head would look like if it were smashed in as well. She was imagining what it would be like if it were Izzy lying on that sidewalk and not Chloe. She was losing focus, she could barely breathe. She knew she had to get out of there soon before she was completely gone. She had no idea how long the torture went on for. It felt like hours, but who knows, it could have been seconds. She finished the rest of her work without a word, and then left to do the only thing that she could. She went to see the only person that could make her feel alive again.

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Natalie showed up on Ernie's doorstep as an absolute disaster in every sense of the word. She was mumbling incoherently and sobbing silently. When Ernie opened the door, she came straight in passing by his as though he were not even there. She was waving her arms in the air and was pacing around the room like a trapped animal, all the while shaking her head from side to side, like she was trying to get something out of it. Natalie was shivering down to the bone, like she had walked soaking wet in to a freezer.

"Honey, what's wrong? Did someone hurt you?" Ernie asked with his voice straining with concern. His eyes followed her closely, following each and every jagged movement, every unsure step.

Ernie had seen her worked up before, but it had been a long time since he had seen it, and it had been years since he had seen it this bad. Ernie took Natalie into his arms and held her tightly, effectively stopping her rapid pacing. He started rubbing the small of her back in tiny soothing circles, trying to calm her down. After a few moments, his movements were starting to work and she was no longer sobbing, then she did the one thing that showed him that she was really, really gone…she was just humming into the crook of his neck as she held on to him as if her life depended on it. She started softly singing that song, the song about the little bisque doll.

" When all of a sudden the shopkeeper heard

A scream that rang out through the store,

And this is the plaint of the little bisque doll

That caused such an awful uproar"

Ernie pulled away from Natalie and pulled her chin up so he could look into her eyes to see if he could get a read on where she was. Unfortunately, all he could tell was that she was still far away, just looking at some point or place that no one else could see but her, tilting her head as if she were trying to listen to a voice that only she could hear. Ernie took her hand and led her to sit down on the couch. He situated her there and rubbed his hand up and down her arm, telling her that she would be fine and he was going to make her some cocoa.

"Sweetie, I will make you feel better. You are my special one, right?" Ernie asked her, hoping for some sort of recognition from her. When he was sure that she was not going to go anywhere, Ernie went into the kitchen to make a cup of hot cocoa for his special girl. It didn't matter if it were freezing cold or a hundred degrees; Natalie always seemed to respond to a hot cup of cocoa.

By the time that Ernie returned from the kitchen with Natalie's cocoa, she had still not moved even an inch from the place that he had left her. Ernie wasn't even sure if she had blinked while he was gone.

Ernie bent down in front of Natalie and gently placed his hands on her knees, looking her in the eyes, trying to decide his next move. He offered her the steaming cup of cocoa and she tentatively took it from Ernie's hands into her own. He tenderly rubbed her knees as he leaned in close to her to blow on the cocoa. Ernie moved his head in closer, close enough that he could kiss her softly on the lips. He then moved up to kiss her on her forehead lightly.

These gestures seemed to bring her around a bit. Natalie looked around the room, blinking, as if to clear a fog out of her head that was slowly lifting. "How did I…What…" she whispered, as she looked around the room and then down at her cocoa, shaking her head as she took a sip.

"I dunno honey. You just showed up here upset." Ernie answered her as he was rising to his feet, never breaking eye contact with Natalie. "Did that pervert rock star do something to you?" Ernie asked as he started to feel rage boil in his blood.

"He…he…bleach" was all Natalie could utter so silently that Ernie was not even sure if she even spoke. "I don't know what to do…" Natalie trailed off as she started to get up and pace across the length of the room. She was starting to fade away again until something across the room caught her eye. Natalie immediately stopped pacing and walked over to look at the miniature scene that Ernie had spread out on the dining room table. It looked like he was creating a scene from the Manley Chicken Processing Plant. There were tiny barrels and industrial looking equipment miniature molds and parts all over the table.

Ernie had everything spread out in an orderly fashion, all lined up on the table, on top of newspapers. There were paints and brushes and all sorts of deadly, destructive scenes in progress. To say that Natalie was intrigued would be an understatement. Ever since she was a little girl, she and Ernie would create miniature scenes to go with his trains, in essence, acting out all their anger with those that had treated them unjustly throughout their lives. But those scenes had been in context of the train setup. They had never actually created a scene from "the real world." Everything had been created from their warped minds, a caricature of their world.

Ernie took in Natalie's interest with earnest. He watched as she sat down, making herself comfortable at the table and how she started to mix the paints together to create the perfect steel gray to paint a steam pipe for his factory scene. It was at this point that Ernie realized how to help her deal with her problem with Izzy Delancy, this could be the perfect way for Natalie to manage her feelings of rage and lack of control.

"Sweetie," Ernie nudged at Natalie, trying to get her attention away from the model. She was like a little child with a shiny new toy, completely engrossed in the task at hand…making the steam pipe as realistic as possible. She was envisioning the piece of pipe directly above the door to the slaughterhouse floor. Ernie had taken her there once so she could see what he did everyday and she had never forgotten that place. She was envisioning the hues of rust that she would work on next…

"Honey," he tried again, "I have an idea," he continued. This time, he had Natalie's attention, as she looked up at him. "Listen, let's work on a new project together, we can make a different kind of model."

Natalie curiously looked at the miniature pieces before her and asked, "Can we make a model of Izzy's house?"

"Of course, we can. We can make whatever you want. You are of course my special girl aren't you?"

This brought a huge smile to Natalie's face. She immediately started thinking about what area of the house they could make. Better yet, what Izzy would look like and what would she and Ernie do to him. What sort of pain would they inflict upon him?

For the next three weeks and four days, Ernie and Natalie worked on creating a perfect 1/2-inch scale model of Izzy Delancy's kitchen and dining area. Each day after work, Natalie would rush home and sketch out every detail of Izzy's home. She would draw in perfect detail every pot, every pan, the contents of every drawer and cabinet. She would then take a nap until Ernie got home from work, dreaming about the day the miniature would be finished. She would then head over to his house and spend the rest of the evening there. They created each piece of the scene, Ernie showing her how to cast and create molds for the various utensils. It was perfect.

They had spirited discussions about how to do Izzy in and then what to do with the model when it was complete. They finally decided that Izzy should be killed by a whack in the back of the head by the marble rolling pin; it had a very Clue feeling to it that had made Natalie chuckle.

Both Natalie and Ernie decided that as soon as the model was finished, Natalie should quit her job. Ernie had another job for Natalie all set up with a woman that used to for at Manley, Penny Gardner, so it would be a perfect time for Natalie to move on.

Finally, there was one last piece to finish the miniature scene. They just had to paint the blood on Izzy and the model would be complete. This was always their favorite part, painting the blood on the scene, and they always did it together. It was a little father/daughter bonding for the both of them. It was what separated their creations from others in the hobby shops that they went to. It made their models real.

Natalie, however, had another idea about the finishing touches and said that she wanted to take the model home and finish it on her own. Ernie was disappointed, but as long as his special girl was happy, he didn't mind.

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Thanks for reading! If you like what you have read, please review I would appreciate hearing your comments. I could use some warm fuzzies. Chapter 4 will be up soon.