Insanity of Sara Sidle

Ok here is the twist, hope you like it.

CBS owns CSI, I only own my own mind.

Chapter 3

She spat in his face and he left the room, tears falling freely down his usually emotionless face. Catherine comforted him after he said what had happened. He feared Sara was beyond any help now, that she'd end up just like Natalie, locked away in her own mind. He seriously didn't know what to do anymore.

Sara's friends from the lab kept visiting her, but she was not recognizing them as friends, only as enemies out to get her and she knew she had to escape this constant stream of tormentors who kept coming in, waking her up and lying to her. They did seem nice enough, but looks could be deceiving, even that young guy, Greg was it? Well he didn't look dangerous, but then the best criminals never look dangerous. That woman, maybe somehow she could work on her. Maybe if she played along they might remove the restraints then she could escape, but where would she go, what was outside?

Catherine stopped by one day with Lindsay to see how Sara was, Catherine's mother was having a routine check up at the hospital and Lindsay wanted to see Sara while they were there. Maybe Lindsay's childlike outlook could open Sara's mind a bit, if not then Sara was doomed.

Sara didn't remember Lindsay, Catherine figured she wouldn't so re introduced them and told Lindsay to talk softly while Catherine checked on her mother. Sara was no danger to Lindsay unless she was suddenly growing super human strength, or perhaps verbally abused Lindsay, but the young girl had been prepared for that beforehand. This was Sara's chance, her only one in the weeks she'd been here. She worked it all out in her head, this young girl, school age, good topic to talk about. Boyfriends? With a mother like that? Nah. Not with that evil woman, no boy would dare look at Lindsay unless he had a death wish. Stick to school. But should she? This is only a kid after all, sure maybe she'd fall for it, but what about the others, they'd seek retribution. 'So this is how conscience versus practicality works, but I'm only going to get one chance, just pray it works.'

"Hey Lindsay, how's school going," she asked brightly.

"Not bad Sara, I sure could use your help with my Maths homework again, but I am improving, How are you feeling now, Mom wasn't sure if I should come in or not, said you were a bit scary."

"Do I look scary Lindsay? I mean seriously, it's me, Sara. Do you honestly think I'd hurt anyone. I think your Mom is just being careful so you don't touch anything around me, but I'd like your help to get more comfortable." 'Take it easy Sidle, don't push her too far, too quickly or she'll not do anything for you.'

" I just need you to undo this cuff for me so I can sit up easier, I know not the lot, just this one, please for me?"

Sara saw the doubt flash over Lindsay's face and thought she'd blown her only chance.

"Lindsay, you don't have to undo it all the way, just so I can get some leverage to sit myself up a bit more, that's all. I can't hurt you now can I? Not even if I had one arm free, which I don't, I'm just sick of lying cooped up like this, staring at the ceiling."

Lindsay thought it over, she wasn't sure, but one couldn't hurt so that Sara could get comfortable, after all this was Sara, and she'd never hurt her, she was like an aunt to her, always caring and usually cool.

"Ok Sara, but just the one, and please don't tell Mom."

Lindsay undid one cuff from Sara's wrist and watched as Sara sat up, then didn't see anything but blackness as Sara effortlessly tossed the teenager into a wall with one hand. Sara herself was actually surprised at the strength she had, the kid looked dead. 'Oh well one less person to worry about.' She did have a pang of guilt at what she had just done, but she'd had no choice. She then undid the other cuffs holding her down, pulled out the IV tube, got into her old, dirty clothes still in the bag and peeked out the door. No one in sight, good. She hobbled silently along the corridor to the stairwell, raced awkwardly down the stairs to the parking lot and just stood, taking in the entire scene before her maddened eyes. She didn't notice the pain in her leg, her adrenaline was much too great for that. She was in Las Vegas, Desert Palm hospital. She couldn't figure out why though, nothing made sense. She knew she needed a car, she saw a vaguely familiar car in the lot, an SUV. It didn't register that it was a CSI vehicle but she stole it anyway, finding the controls familiar and easy, and found it comforting to be out in the traffic, anonymous and running from everything.

Catherine got back to Sara's room to find Sara gone and Lindsay unconscious and bleeding in the corner, she was horrified and called for help. Doctors came running to help Lindsay. Catherine speed dialed Grissom, got her mother, now finished with the doctor, to stay with Lindsay and went down to her car. It was gone.

"Griss, Sara's escaped, she injured Lindsay and she stole my car. She is in serious trouble Griss, and a danger not only to herself, but to anyone around her. If she finds spare gun in the glove compartment, well god only knows what she'll do."

"Ok Catherine, I'll get Greg to pick you up, come back here, I'll put out an APB on the car and her, and warn everyone to stay well away as we'll have to treat her as armed and dangerous."

Catherine hated to think of Sara on the run, as armed and dangerous, but they had no choice, if her mind was closed she wouldn't hesitate to use the gun, even on friends. Friends that she didn't recognize as friends. The worst thing she could imagine is the police stopping her and Sara trying to shoot her way out. No that was an awful way to think.

Sara had found the gun and was pleased she had protection now, especially from that creepy Grissom guy, funny that, he was familiar and those eyes were dreamy. Maybe that's why it seemed creepy. Was she wrong? Were they only trying to help? If so then she'd hurt that poor girl and now there was no turning back, she didn't even know if she had killed Lindsay or not. 'Ok Sara let's go to the desert, it's clean, refreshing and you like it there, at night. Remember when you used to look up at the sky and someone would tell you about the constellations? Who did tell me all that stuff anyway, oh yeah Gil did. Gil who?'

Her brain sparked a thought, a memory, a softly spoken 'I love you Sara Sidle'. Gil Grissom said it.

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