"So, when we get out of here, you have to introduce me to your colleages!" Josh said.
"As who shall I introduce you then? A friend, roommade, neighboor?" Sara asked.
"Don't forget "the man who saved my life!" Russ laughed hard at that.
It was a very cold day in January. The Sidles had moved about a week ago. They couldn't pay for their old house, so they lived in the projects of San Fransisco now. Their house was small, and falling apart more every day. But Sara and Russ were already glad they even had a house. They were ten years old.
They were sitting at the table. Russ on one side, and Sara on the other. Their father sat at the end. Their mother had come down a few minutes ago. She spent most time of the day in her room. She didn't want to have anything to do with their dad, or even with Sara and Russ.
They were very hungry, because this was the first time they had a real dinner in three days. Their father usually forgot to feed them. And he didn't like whining children, so they didn't ask him for food either.
Their father sat there without moving. He was testing their patience, Russ knew. Unfortunately, Sara didn't have much patience.
"Dad... may we start eating, please?" She tried not to sound scared. She had said to Russ not to look scared in front of their father. "He can smell your fear!" She had said to him. Russ had said that were dogs, but Sara was sure their dad had the same talent of smelling fear as dogs.
Russ prepared himself for screaming, yelling and worse things. But instead of doing any of that, their dad nodded and picked up his fork. He was in a good mood.
Sara smiled widely. She had done it. They started eating immedeately. After a few minutes, Sara's food was gone. She had the remarkeble talent of eating food really fast. He saw her looking from the empty plate, to the pan with food, to their dad. He dropped his fork to get her attention. She looked at him with that look. The look that said she was going to take a risk. Russ warned her with her eyes, but he knew it was too late. When his sister had something in mind, she would get it...
She looked at her dad and dropped her fork. "Dad... can I have some more?" That was it. She forgot to say "please". Russ smacked his head with his hand. He knew what would come next. She had ruined it.
Suddenly a glass of water fell on the ground. Matt Sidle could no longer cantrol himfelf. Russ covered his ears with his hands at Sara's scream of pain when her father hit her hard on her cheek. She fell backwards, along with the chair. For a moment she layed still on the ground. But then she got up, only to feel another fist across her forehead.
"You can't be happy with what you've got! That's not good!" Matt grabbed her arm and pulled it hard, so she had to stand on her toes to make in hurt less.
"But dad... we haven't had any food for days!" Sara wasn't the kind of girl who would just shut up and listen to her dad.
Matt didn't let go of her arm and started to walk to the door. Russ, who had been sitting at the table with his ears covered and his eyes shut, knew he had to help. They had promised to help each other at all times years ago. He quickly ran towards his dad and threw himself on his back.
"Let her go!" He screamed. He couldn't stand it when his father hurt Sara like that.
Matt held Sara with one hand and with the other he managed to hit Russ in the stomach. He moaned and colasped in the middle of the hallway. Sara was struggleling to break free, with no succes. She knew what he was going to do. He opened the frontdoor and cold snow was blown into the house.
He was going to put her out, again. She pulled her arm with all her strenght, but he let go and she fell outside staggering. Matt closed the door and she could hear the lock click shut. Shit... he put her out, again.
She knew he would go with beating Russ. And when he would be done, Russ would do everything he could to get to the door and let Sara in. But most of the time that took him about a whole night.
She shiffered at the white snow, that tingled her bare arms and legs. Her feed became numb, she didn't have any shoes on.
After she walked a few minutes, to keep herself warm, she knew it was useless. She would be cold anyway, so she whiped a bit of the snow away and settled on the snow-free piece of ground in front the fence around her house. She laid down and waited for sleep to come...
An hour later she woke up from yelling. She sat up and looked around, trying to see where it was coming from. The saw how the door from the house next to hers flew open. And a boy, about her age, was thrown out. The door was shut with a loud "bang".
The boy looked around and saw her sitting on her spot. He came up to her and sat down next to her.
"Your dad's an asshole, too?" He asked. He had a Spanish accent. His hair was in plaits in his neck. She wasn't sure she could trust him, so she just nodded.
"Are you cold?" He asked. She gave him a weird look. "Sorry... stupid question...I um...I have a blancked..." Without waiting for an aswer he stood up and disappeared in his garden. He came out with a big wollen blanked and bread.
"Let's share this..." He drapped the blanked over her cold shoulders and gave her a piece of bread.
"Does your dad drink, too?" Was the first thing she asked. Her voice was small, she had been out here for quite a long time, he thought.
"Yeah...You're the new guys aren't you?" She nodded, her lips were frozen.
"I...I'm Sara..." He noticed she could barely speak.
"I'm Joshua." He shook the cold hand she had put out...
"You didn't save my life! I wasn't going to die that night!" She said half laughing.
"How can you be so sure?" She gave him a look. "Oh, it just wasn't your time... Am I right?" He grinned as she rolled her eyes.
"Easy people, who knows how long we'll be stuck here together...!" Russ had tried to prevent a fight, but instead he made it sink in that they might have to be here for a whole longer time.
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Grissom came into the office followed by Nick and Warrick.
"Anything new?" He informed.
Catherine shook her head. "No, but they're starting to get more worried with the minute..." She sighed, she really wanted to find them.
"Well, I got something on Josh..." Nick opened the file in his hand and read. "Joshua Rodrigues, born in Brazil, came to San Fransisco with his dad when he was four years old. Lived next to the Sidles untill he was fourteen and his father left, then he moved in with them. Nothing interesting... Well, he has been caught when he stole some food from a local store. Two other kids got away. Well, I can guess who they were..."
"And anything on the uncle?" Greg wanted to know.
Warrick raised his hand. "Stanly Sidle, the only brother of Matt Sidle lives in Chicago. Well, he's not there at the moment, as we know. He was supposed to look after his brother's kids but took of. Has a reputation of local drunk in his town... That's it really..." He sighed, he knew it wasn't enough.
"Allright, just keep looking..." Grissom said to Nick and Warrick. "And you just keep watching..." He said to Greg and Catherine before walking off...
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That was it for this chapter...I hope you liked it, again. Next chapter will probably be the end...With a confrontation with uncle Stan, so it will be a bit longer...Thanks again for the reviews and thanks for reading my story. I'm going to watch Bones now, so bye!
Love Lily