Between Stories
Title: Between Stories
Author: MYBIGBLUEBOX
Series: C.S.I.
Rating: M
Genre: angst/comfort
Spoilers: none
Characters: Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle
Disclaimer: God knows how many times you've all read these disclaimers but I'm going to say it all again just coz. I don't own these characters they are all property of channel 5, CBS productions and the writer.
Summary: Sara goes into the lab to give her statement. How will Ecklie react to being brought in? Take note of the rating please. Bad language, rape subject and violence through out.
Dedications: Everyone who's read anything I've done over the years and gave their constructive criticism.
Warnings: very violent and a strong reference to rape. Bad language and despair. Explores the feelings of rape victims so please mind the rating, if you are affected by any of these subjects.
Note: I wasn't sure of Sara's age so I guessed 35. Sorry if thats wrong. Also I'd like to thank Veronica10 for reminding me to add more detail as to how Sara was subdued by Ecklie. I forgot that Sara did empty hand combat, and figersnap for giving me the flashback idea.
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'Griss? You still there?'
'Erm, yeah sorry Cath, what'd you get?' All sorts of emotions ran riot through my heart, until I think it stopped. I couldn't seem to breath, my chest tight. I wanted this over, but I knew it was far from finished. As I looked over at Sara. I couldn't believe anyone would want to hurt her.
'It was Ecklie.We got him.' Something between relife and rage flooded through my veins. When I see that bastard I'm going to kill him.
'Thanks Cath. Tell Brass she's ready to give her statement.'
'Will do. See you in 10 o.k?' With that she hung up the phone leaving me to my own thoughts. Sara was mumering in her sleep again. She looked so vunerable, even more so with the bruises and the way she curled herslef into a ball when she slept like a five year old. I hated to wake her, but the sooner we got the hardest bit over and done with the better.
'Sara? Wake up Sar.' Her eyes shot open at my touch, grabbing my hand with a super human strength, her eyes wary and filled with fear. I took her hand in mine properly.
'Hey it's only me. We got to get down to the station honey. You gotta give a statement.' She gripped my hand tighter in hers, pulling it to her.
'Don't leave me alone.' She whisperd it so quietly I barely heard her, her eyes told me all I needed to know.
'I won't honey I swear.' I'd already promised this to her already she must feel so insecure, God she does't deserve this. She smiled gently at me through her split lips. I smiled back but inside I was tearing myself apart. My poor Sara. There we go with the MY again. Shaking off all my thoughts, I pull her to her feet.
'You all set? Do you want breakfast before we go?' She shook her head, hiding her face in a cloud of her hair. Her hand is still clasped in mine, safe.
'O.k, then, lets go.'
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Breakfast? If I eat I risk throwing up when I see HIM. I don't need anymore embarresment right now. I'm so nervous, I know Grissom can tell. He amazes me sometimes, the way he knows exactly what I need, or what I'm thinking. I wish now that I hadn't broken things off back in Sanfransico. I need him. I'm so scared, what if I see him at the lab? I don't think I can do this.
We pull up to the lab car park. I'm shaking, terified to leave the Tahoe. I hear Grissom get out his side of the car and open my door. I can't seem to move my head, frozen to my seat. Until I feel Grissom take my hand. I look at him, my heart filling up with fear. He crouches down in front of me.
'Sar, come on sweetheart you can do this. I'm going to be there with you. It'll be o.k. I promise.' He comforted me so well, I was still afraid but with him there I could do anything. I pulled myself out of the Tahoe and let Grissom lead me into the lab.
Everyone was wating for me. Greg, always the first one to leap head long into an awkward situation, jumped up to hug me as I came in the door. I backed away from him, hands raised in a defensive position. He shrunk back, looking like he was about to burst into tears. I can't believe I just did that. What the hell has Ecklie turned me into? I walked towards Greg and held out my arms to him, he launched forward suffocating me in a bear hug. I pulled back from him, smiling gently through my still sore mouth, before moving to great the rest of the team. Nick looked at me, tears in his eyes, taking hold of my upper arms he looked me over.
'My God darlin' what the hell'd he do to you?' I pulled him close, trying to let him know it was o.k. I was going to be o.k, I hoped. Nick was crying gently on my shoulder, I turned my face into his neck, I don't want him to be sad for me. I pulled away and took his face in my hands. I wipped away his tears away and moved over to Catherine.
'How you holdin' up?' I nodded, unable to talk. My throat still burned from screaming the whole night through. Cath hugged me and kissed me before motioning to Warick to take his turn as she ran from the room, her hand covering her mouth. Warrick moved over to me, giving me that tired smile. He put a hand on my cheek, minding my large purple bruise that was more painful than ever.
'Hey girl.' It's so hard keeping my control I want to cry so badly. There all being so careful with me, like I'm made of glass. I want to be held, not kept at arms length. I start to shake all over again, Warrick pulls me into another hug. I rest my head on his chest, drawing comfort from my friend. He pulls away gently and passes me back over into Grissom's wating arms. I cuddle him close, putting my head in the crook of his neck, hiding my face. I hear whisperd voice all around me, I don't care anymore, something about me has been lost. Grissom's strong arms around my waist and shoulders are my only hold on sanity now. We're moving out of the room, down the corridor to the interrogation room.
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Grissom's holding my hand under the table. Brass sits across from me. As he embraced me when I entered the room, I felt his anger, and I know Ecklie is here somewhere.
'So Sara, you gonna tell us what happened on Friday 27th?' I look over at Grissom asking his permisson for some reason. I feel like I've lost controll of my body and mind. Grissom makes my decisions now. He nods at me, squeazing my hand telling me it's o.k to talk. So I talk, in my minds eye I see it all. Everything else, Grissom, Brass dims into blackness. It's just me and my memories now.
I was so tired after shift, yawning to myself as I unlocked my front door. I ditched my coat on the sofa and put my kit by the door, ready in case I got called out again that night. I changed into my old teddy bear p.j's. I thought to myself: Sara Sidle, 35 years old and wearing bear p.j's. I laughed at myself and put a microwave meal on. I hadn't turned on any lighs, the only way I could see was with the soft glow of the T.V. I can't remeber what was on. I was eating on the couch, flicking channels when someone knocked on my door. I swore, no one was supposed to come around today, I was too tired to entertain. All the neighbours where on holiday now the schools where out. I opened the door a crack, Ecklie? What the fuck? Oh yeah he'd invited himself round. I usherd him in, him and his inviting bottle of wine. I went to fetch two glasses and an opener. I could feel his eyes on me, then his hands on my waist. I tensed up , putting the glasses back down on the counter.
'Ecklie, erm what are you doin'?' I began to get ready to fight him off. I ran my hand along the counter top for the knife I kept there. Just as my finger tips grazed the hilt, the but of his gun was rammed into my temple. Fear raced through my veins. The pressure of the gun seemed to overtake me. I wanted to scream but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. His arm wrapped around both of mine, paralyzing me. He began to pull me away to my room. I struggled, crying out, I needed to get him off me, I got one arm free and grabbed the knife slicing the top of Ecklie's arm. I felt the warm blood flow down the front of my p.j's. He clasped his arm letting me go, I ran. I ran down the corridor, scrabbling around in the dark for my gun. I heard crashing, glass breaking, chairs hitting the wall. I began to cry, alone in the dark with a madman. My fingers touched my gun barrell, I ripped it from the draw, with shaking hands I fumbled with the safety. Too late. Ecklie crashed through my door, smashing lamps and mirrors on his way over to me. I screamed and raised the gun to his head hoping it would scare him off. He swung the gun barrell and plowed it into my temple. I felt the ground hit me. Blackness swam in front of my eyes, looking so invting, but I had to fight him off. I heard duct tape rip, I wanted to get away but I felt so weak. Terror filled me, I sobbed loudly and uncontrollably, begging him to stop loosing all my self controll. I wanted someone, anyone to come through my front door and save me, anyone. No one came, he kept on and on beating and beating, screaming in my ears till they rang. He tapped my wrists and ankles while I was still half dead from the blow to my head. He imobalised me, I was helpless in his power. I passed out, he brought me round again and again. He raped me, three times. I felt blood pouring from every hole in my body. I could feel the glass inbedded in my back move, slicing more skin, crunching under me. He picked me up when he was done, I didn't have the strength to fight him off, not physicaly or mentaly. I just lay limp in his arms, he tossed me on the bed like garbage and gave me one last kick for good measure. I caught a glimps of the 'shots' I'd got in, especially the dislocated shoulder and felt a mad sort of glee. I passed out for good that time and nothing was going to bring me round. He just didn't stop. I wanted him to stop, he just didn't stop.
I sobbed into Grissom's chest, on the floor on the interrogation room. Brass looked down on us, tears filling his eyes. Until something caught his eye and his usualy placid face turned dark. I felt Grissom raise his head, I looked up to see Ecklie being escorted pass the window. Fear shot through every nerve in my body, I had to get away I just had to, I flew across the room, crawling into a corner, sobbing into my knees mashed into my chest, if he came near me I knew he'd hurt me, I knew it. No more, no more. Everything went black.
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I couldn't stand to see her like this another moment, after Jim and I got her into the break room I told him to sit with her. He called after me not to do anyhing I'd regret later, no chance of that. There he was sitting in his office, the smug bastard was telling the officers he'd be out of here soon. Rage filled me, there was no way I was going to let this pass, he'd hurt Sara, he'd pay the conciquences. He looked up and saw me in the door way. He smiled at me, that damn patronising smile I've always wanted to wipe of his ugly face, God damn son of a bitch.
'Grissom. How's Sara doing? I heard she had a bit of trouble tonight. Give her ALL my love.' I could see his dislocated shoulder from where I stood. In my mind there wasn't a shadow of a doubt that he'd done it. I flew into the office and clapped him hard on his shoulder, squeezing as hard as I could. Pleased with the pained expression I brought to his face I relased him, only to throw him against the wall.
'Now Grissom. You don't want to do anything to jeprodise your carrer now do you?' He thought he knew it all. Well he'd got it wrong, the carrer was no longer number one priority in Gil Grissom's life. Sara Sidle had his heart, all of it now and always. Before I could reason with myself I sunk my fist into Ecklie's stomach and backed off letting him slump to the floor, groaning with pain.
'Y-you officers saw that! He assulted me!' He screamed. The officers looked at Ecklie, me and each other.
'We didn't see any assult.' One said the other nodded his head in conframtion. Ecklie gaped in rage. I smirked, God it felt good to finaly hit that bastard. I nodded appreciativly at the officers. As I passed them one stopped me.
'Let us know how Miss Sidle is doing will ya?' I smiled and nodded at him, it was the least I could do. Now I had to get Sara home.
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'What'd you do Grissom?' Brass looked so worried.
'Nothing I shouldn't have done a long time ago.' I answered, picking Sara up craddling her to my chest. She needed to get some sleep.
'I'm taking her back to mine Jim if you need us. Thanks for everyhting.'
'No problem Gil. We'll get the bastard, I swear to God he'll go down.' He gave Sara an affectionet look before heading off down the corridor, saying he was going to have a 'talk' with Ecklie.
As I put Sara down gently in the passenger seat of the Tahoe. I realised that the worst was yet to come. Should she stay in my bed tonight? Bring on the nightmares.
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O.k. I don't think this story is anywere near finished but if you think it's best left there let me know. I hope you like this. I know Sara sleeps a lot in these first few chapters but I think in that situation then your body would react that way. Please review me! I would like to get at least 25 reviews by the end of this chapte, more would be fantastic!