Summary Natalie Davis created miniatures, committed murders and ultimately abducted Sara. The question is why? Rated M for adult content, this story will get 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?
I am also going to try to write smaller chapters so that I can update more often. I appreciate you sticking around.
This is written with Natalie's perspective in mind…remember that. Natalie is out for Gil Grissom…but the question is does he know?
Also, I apologize for the long delay in updating. I just accepted a new job and trying to pack my house up to sell and move across country. Sorry. I promise to try and do better.
Disclaimer I did not create nor do I own neither the characters nor anything to do with CSI. I am merely a fan. That is it.
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Natalie woke up, slumped over her workbench, with a horrible cramping pain in her back and a little tiny newspaper stuck to her cheek. Since Ernie's murder, which is how Natalie saw his death, she was in a constant state of panic. Any little noise or knock at the door would send her heart rate through the roof. She surmised that if they could find Ernie, they could find her.
Eventually, they would know who she was, she would make sure of that, but it would be on her terms, not theirs. She had to make sure that they understood what happened was not her fault.
Natalie had to close all of the loose ends around her, to make sure her plan would work to her satisfaction.
There were only two other people left that had any real contact with her in Las Vegas. Her foster brother Trevor and Dr. Barbara Tillman.
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Dr. Tillman first met Natalie when she was a little girl and had first moved in with the Dell family. The Dells were concerned because she was having problems adjusting to her new surroundings. The Doctor saw Natalie as a very quiet, shy girl, but there was something else there, something that she was holding back. There was some quality in her eyes that always bothered, no, disturbed, Dr. Tillman. Looking into Natalie's eyes was a like watching the sky before a massive storm. Bright and sunny to dark and foreboding in what seems to be a split second. Without any real reason or warning, it was just nature.
Natalie was shoved from foster home to foster home and finally, The Dells made the decision to send her for help. It was a last resort for the Dell family to send Natalie to see Dr. Tillman, to make sure she wouldn't hurt any of the other children. On her first night at their home, she shoved another little girl off of the top bunk. The little girl's arm was broken. She had also done the same thing in other foster homes.
It only happened once, and according to Natalie, it wasn't her fault. If the girl weren't showing off, she never would have had to push her off of the bunk. She shouldn't been on Natalie's bunk anyway. When will people take responsibility for their own actions? It was beyond her how other people made assumptions.
When Natalie was a little girl, she didn't mind seeing Dr. Tillman. She actually sort of liked the woman. She was a little unconventional, a little odd, but she never seemed to judge Natalie or make her feel like she had done anything wrong. Maybe it was just the way that Natalie told Dr. Tillman her story, but it almost seemed like the woman felt sorry for her.
While Natalie did not want her pity, she did like the attention. She didn't really have a mother figure to speak of and Ernie's wife never really seemed to care for her. She was Ernie's special girl. No one else's. No one else cared about her. Maybe that was why she needed to be the center of attention.
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Shortly after completing her first miniature, Natalie had started to see Dr. Tillman again at Ernie's insistence. Ernie knew that she was having some troubles, he just wasn't sure how else to help her. He was the one that contacted Dr. Tillman, and even though she was semi-retired, she agreed to see Natalie, if for no other reason than to see how the little girl turned out.
But things were different this time. Natalie was an adult and could make the choice if she wanted to meet with the woman or not. Natalie was also more disturbed.
Natalie would see her in her condo, and the woman seemed more eccentric then ever before. While Natalie enjoyed talking to her, someone familiar, she did not share how she was actually feeling. How do you tell someone else that you have such a burning rage swirling inside of you that the only way to extinguish it is to murder another person? To kill the person that is causing you distress. It is the ultimate solution to an everyday problem.
The simple answer is you can't. And that was part of the problem. While Natalie knew what she was doing was in some sense wrong, she could rationalize every action. If x then y.
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Natalie was starting to get frustrated and agitated with her therapy sessions. After a few weeks, Natalie started to create another miniature. This time, the scene was of the Dr.'s condo. There were many details, stacks and shelves of books. A perfect project to immerse herself in. Natalie was getting tired of Tillman's psychobabble and her idiosyncrasies. She was tired of the Doctor not listening to her. Of underestimating her.
If their session rang long, Dr. Tillman would start her routine and make herself a pot of tea and a plate of cookies and settle in on the couch to take her nap, precisely at 4 o'clock, whether Natalie was still there or not. The first time that it happened, Natalie just sat there, unsure as to what to do. The second and third time, Natalie became angry. It was no longer about her. It was about her. That is what everything flowed back to.
Natalie had decided that she was done seeing Doctor Tillman. She wasn't feeling any better and the Doctor's eccentric behavior just stressed Natalie out all the more. She had to do something about Dr. Tillman. She knew her secrets. She knew about Ernie. If she knew, than what would stop the police from finding out?
And then it came to Natalie. Dr. Tillman would be the perfect message to send to Gil Grissom.
You. Were. Wrong.
And with her mind settled on a solution, Natalie went to see her foster brother Lionel about some equipment for her next project.
She was going to send Gil Grissom a gift.
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