Disguising Mistakes With Goodbyes
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Sara gets kidnapped. The relationship is forced out into the open. How does the rest of the team react?
A/N: End of story. Yay. I wanted to finish this before you guys saw the finale. So here it is. I hope you like it. And sorry for any grammar mistakes. I was rushing. LOL
"This doesn't feel the same."
"Because it's not..." Catherine and Gil sat together at the evidence table with their notes, evidence bags, and the mini crime scene in front of them.
"Have you lifted the truck?" He looked at her. She watched as he extended his arm and slowly picked up the plastic truck. Both of them gasped when a LVPD vest came into view. It was on a small doll that was crushed under the car. He slowly reached down and picked it up for both of them to see. "Oh my God," Catherine looked at him, both of them pushing themselves back from the table and running down the hall.
"Did Nick and Warrick get any hits from those trucks?"
"I don't know. I'm calling them now."
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"Where are you taking me," Sara softly asked.
"A place you'll enjoy. Trust me." She managed to pull herself up and sat in the trunk of the car. She pressed her face to the window, hoping someone would see her. "Windows are tinted black. For all people know, it's just me in the truck."
"Son of a bitch," she swore under her breath. As he drove down the strip, lights from outside shined through the windows, making it easier for her to see in the back. Something reflected in the light and it caught her attention. She scooted closer to it and tried to pick it up with her hands tied behind her back. Once she got a grip on it, she gasped; it was a knife.
She pulled against the ropes on her wrist before she decided that she was going to have to cut herself free. She bit her lip and closed her eyes and she tried to position the knife on the rope. They hit a bump and the knife fell out of her hands, cutting into her wrists. She yelped in pain, but kept as quiet as she could.
She picked the knife up again, with blood running down her wrists and hands which only made it harder for her to grip the knife firmly. A few cuts later, she finally got the blade to the thick rope bounding her wrists together and began to quickly saw through the restrants.
---- Hours later ----
"We have the police department out on the strip, the highway, and the intersections. They'll call us when they see something on their radar."
"They haven't spotted him yet, but we'll find him Griss," Warrick added. Grissom was sitting in his office with his head in his hands. Catherine was standing behind him, listening to Warrick and Nick. When she looked down to tell him something, she frowned and placed her hand on his shoulder. She gave it a gently squeeze and lowered herself to his ear.
"Gil, we'll find her. I promise you." He picked his head up and looked up at her. She pressed her lips together and looked back at Nick and Warrick. "Thanks, guys. Get Greg and see what you can come up with." Both of them walked out and left Gil and Catherine alone in his office.
"If you weren't here right now, I'd probably go mad," he spoke for the time since he discovered the doll under the car.
"But I am, so you don't need to worry. She means just as much to us as she does to you. You're not alone in this, Gil. We're all feeling the effects of this," her voice cracked as she spoke. She fought back the tears and stayed strong for him.
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When she finally got the rope off of her wrists, she could barely move them. She whimpered in pain when she finally had her arms in front of her. She stretched for a little bit and tried to crack her wrists.
She pressed her hand to the glass of the window and let the tears fall down her face. They were no longer in the strip. From what she could see, they were some where in the desert. She looked back down at the knife and closed her eyes.
"Why are you doing this?"
"I don't know. Why do you go to work?" Sara let her hands rest on the top of the seat. "You do it because you're good at it. Am I right?" She stayed quiet. She reached behind her and gripped the knife in her right hand. "You get a feeling that you've done something right when you break a case or put a guy behind bars?" She ignored the question. "Because that's how I feel when I finally claim that one, single victim."
She jumped over the seat with the knife in her hands. The man looked back with wide eyes and unbuckled his seat belt. He reached back and caught her hand as she pushed the knife closer to his face. With one hand on the stearing wheel and the other holding Sara back, he served back and forth on the road.
Sara's other hand came around and pushed him back against the door of the car. She looked up and gulped when she saw the truck was headed straight towards a pile of large rocks.
The truck's wheels hit the rocks at full speed. The truck flipped over completely, the killer flying out of the side door and Sara pinned underneath the frame of the car. Rocks rolled away from the blood covered truck. Smoke poured out from the engine.
The knife still gripped in Sara's hand.
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Nick ran into Grissom's office with his cell phone clentched in his hand.
"We got a call." Catherine and Grissom were fast to get up and walk with Nick down the hall and into one of the lab's SUVs. Warrick and Greg were already sitting in the back, waiting for Nick to come back with Catherine and Gil.
Gil took the front seat with Nick driving, Catherine and Warrick sitting behind them, and Greg all the way in the back with the team's processing kits shoved in the trunk. They sped off down the strip with the emergency siren blasting with flashing colors of red and blue.
They made it out to the scene where cop cars and crime scene tape had been placed around two trees. Grissom hopped out of the Denali with Catherine right behind him. Nick, Warrick, and Greg stood in front of the Denali and watched. A fork lift had finally managed to flip the truck back over.
No one moved once the truck had settled back up right. Grissom took a few steps and looked down at the blood puddles next to the guy laying in the dirt. Both of them advanced towards another blood covered body farther away. David came running from the corner van and waited for the consent to flip the body over.
Catherine looked up at Gil and grabbed his hand. He closed his eyes and nodded his head at David.
He turned the body.
Catherine whimpered and her lip quivered. She started shaking as the tears fell down her face. Grissom opened his eyes.
Sara Sidle lay dead, covered in blood with cuts on her wrists and face. Her eyes were wide open, mouth closed. He looked back at the rest of his team with a horror stricken face. He looked sideways at Catherine who had the tears spilling down her face. He put an arm around her shoulder, but she took a step in front of him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He buried his face in her hair and pressed his hands against her back.
The tears started streaming down his face as well as he felt Catherine sob against him. Pretty soon, Nick, Warrick, and Greg were walking up to them. Nick put his arms around both of their shoulders, signaling for Warrick and Greg to join in.
By then, every single one of them was crying. Ecklie and the dayshift stood on the sidelines with the police officers, the corners, and the detectives.
All five of them huddled around, with their foreheads all pressed together.
"She won't be forgotten, Griss. Never," Nick sniffed.
"Never," they all agreed.
A/N: Sigh..