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A/N: I'm sorry for abandoning this story for so long. I know I can't expect all of my readers to be dragged along when I don't update for months but time goes by fast when you don't want it to and I hadn't had much of a chance to work on this. I'm sorry it's so short, hopefully there will be another update soon.
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Only a handful of minutes had passed since Catherine had ended her call with Brass, and no sooner was her phone ringing in her hand.
"That was fast, Jim," she said, having glanced quickly at the caller ID.
"Well, we need this case closed, right? So I was able to pull a few strings."
"What did you find?"
"According to his last place of employment, his last known residence was in San Francisco," Brass stated.
"California?" Catherine asked, her eyebrows rising to her hairline.
"Only SF I know of."
"Isn't Sara from San Francisco?"
"What? You think that's a connection? Catherine, that's kind of a stretch. It's not like we've found anything to connect the guy to his other victims, they were all random. Could just be a coincidence."
"I know, Jim. I'm just trying to exhaust our options… When are you gonna bring him in?"
"Once we locate him. He could be in China by now for all we know."
"I've gotta call Gil. He insisted on being kept in the loop while at the hospital."
"Have him ask Sara if she knows anyone named Chase Diensal, just in case."
"One step ahead of you, Jim. Call me when you find him," Catherine said, ending the call and then speed dialing Grissom's cell.
"Gil, we have a lead," Catherine said the moment she heard the phone picked up on the other end.
"Hi, Catherine," Sara said, easily recognizing the blonde's clipped voice even if she hadn't glanced at the caller ID.
"Sara?"
"Yea. Gil stepped out for a moment," Sara said. Catherine paused, when did Sara start calling him Gil?
"…Did he mention where he was going?"
"To talk with the doctor to see if he can get me out of here in the next few hours."
"Oh, then could you tell him to call me back when he can?"
"Sure, but first, tell me about the lead," Sara said, her tone was firm.
"I'm sorry, Sara, but you know I can't discuss the case with you because of the DNA evidence… But I need to ask: do you know anyone by the name Chase Diensal? Possibly from San Francisco?"
Sara thought for a minute. "No Catherine, that name doesn't sound familiar…" She paused, shuffling through names and faces in her mind like a dealer shuffled cards. "Sorry Cath, I don't know… It's possible, but I'm usually good with names."
"Okay, it might just be a coincidence; San Francisco is a big enough city… I need to get back to the case, so tell Grissom to give me a call back. And feel better."
"Thanks. Bye." Sara sighed as she hung up and placed the phone back on the chair Grissom had previously occupied.
The name nagged at her, as if she should've remembered it, should've been able to make some connection to it. Because Catherine had asked her, the man was clearly of some importance to the case, her case. The reminder that this was her case, not by the means of being listed as the lead investigator but instead a victim, bothered her. She was not a victim, but the case file was contradicting what she wanted to believe.
She pondered over the little information Catherine had given her until the hospital door opened and Grissom stepped in, followed by her doctor.
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