Title: To Hell with Love

Rating: Still (T)

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or its characters. I'm just a fan

Author's Note: Here's Chapter 4 :) I hope you have written a review Chapter 3. I really would like to know what you think about it.

Chapter 4

"About time… I just got the DNA results for what we got under her nails--- get this…It's a match to our Jane Doe. Her attacker must have either cleaned her or she didn't touch him at all." Warrick said to Nick as he walked through the door.

"Maybe she couldn't--- take a look." Nick pointed at the woman's wrist. There was evidence that she was in restraints. The skin around her wrist was raw and blistered. "Rope?"

"Maybe… there are many ways to tie people down." Warrick's thoughts were interrupted just as the computer made a sound. He had ran the prints of their Jane Doe through AFIS not too long ago… the computer found a match.

"Bridgette Freeman, 29." Nick announced as he looked over Warrick's shoulder. "She committed a crime?"

"Department of Motor Vehicles records. It's regulation for the company to take their drivers' prints."

"You know---" Nick pause for a second. "I was talking to Robbins regarding a case, I think they might be related." Nick pulled out the newspaper article from his pocket and a file that was in his hand since he came through the door. "Robbins gave me this case file, David and another coroner processed this lady's body." He pointed to the picture of Lisa Reid. "There were a lot of information left out in the newspaper."

Warrick took a glance. There were a lot of similarities present in the cases. The bruises were caused prior to the fall. She had obvious bruising on her wrist. Sexual assault kit was positive. It was reported that she could have been dead before the fall, but the damage to her body was so severe that it was impossible to determine what was cause of death. Therefore, it was ruled as a suicide. There was another detail that stood out; on her stomach were the faint scars that had the letters -- R, J, E, T.

"According to this, there were other letters but they were not visible enough to be determined. But I guess it's obvious what the word is."

"I asked David about the scars," Nick said, "He told me that they assumed it was self-inflicted. There were evidence that told us that she was on antidepressants--- they thought she could have cut herself during her depressive episodes. The cuts were deep but were almost healing at the time of her death."

"I guess it's not a suicide after all. Now, we're looking at two homicides and one killer."

Greg was walking towards the room Sara was in. He had made her an Origami Crane to thank her for accompanying him, as well as to cheer her up. He noticed how sad she looked when they handled the hit-and-run case. He also saw the annoyed look of hers when they were called to various scenes where some petty crimes took placed. He knew something was bothering her, but he can't put his finger on it. He thought that she might need someone to talk to.

Sara was still buried in paperwork when he got there. The heap was smaller than when Grissom showed up but there was still a lot for her to do. Then again, she would rather do this than nothing at all.

Greg cleared his throat to catch her attention. "Thought you might be in here. How's it going?" Greg pointed to the stack that laid before her.

"Boring… almost done though." She put her pen down and sighed. "Greg… I'm sorry that we didn't get the major cases. I know how it feels when you want to be involved in cases that would make a difference in someone's life--- Your first case didn't even involve a human victim. Don't be discouraged. You'll get the bigger cases in no time." She smiled as she ended her sentence.

Greg smirked. He did feel disappointed when the others felt like he wasn't ready to be in the field. It was bad enough when his parents forbade him to participate in sports activities as a kid, but to have the need to feel protected by the people he works with, Greg couldn't help but feel useless. It seems that only Sara understood what he's feeling. Maybe because she felt the same way when she was suspended for blowing up at Catherine and Ecklie.

"Here… for you." He placed the Origami Crane on the table in front of her. "Want to go out for supper?" Sara was shocked. She looked at her watch… it was close to 10pm. She didn't expect time to fly by so fast. Greg suggested a time and place they could go.

"Sure… I'll be there." She replied. She was taking the day off tomorrow anyway. Grissom encouraged her to.

Greg turned to leave. "Today wasn't a complete waste of time--- I got to hang out with you." He turned back to smile at her before walking off.

"We better call it a day." Nick rubbed his tired eyes with his index finger and thumb. "We not getting anywhere." Warrick agreed as both men stood up and walked towards the locker room. The body was clean, there were no DNA found that could link anyone to the crime. Both the women went missing for weeks before their time of death. Nick commented that the killer must be a pro if there were so little evidence.

As they walked towards the door leading to the locker room, Nick noticed Catherine and Sara were sitting on the bench, talking to each other. Catherine's back was facing towards the door while Sara was facing the lockers. Throughout they're working careers, Sara and Catherine both had a friendly love/snipe relationship and Nick was curious to find out which was it this time.

"…You know you can talk to me anytime…" Nick managed to eavesdrop into what Catherine was saying.

"I always do. Thanks Cath." He managed to catch Sara smiling at Catherine before both of them stood up to opened their respective lockers.

Warrick noticed Nick's behaviour. He knew that Nick had a soft spot for Sara. He wasn't sure whether it was curiosity or a "big brother" thing. They couldn't be more opposite; Sara was driven and aggressive, while Nick was thoughtful and calm. Maybe it was respect and admiration that Nick had for Sara, the same way he had for Catherine. He decided to push the issue a bit.

"How long are you going to wait?" He whispered loud enough for Nick but too soft for Catherine and Sara to notice. Nick give Warrick a bewildered look and was about to protest before Warrick cut him off. "Give me some credit--- I can read people, that's why I know how all the games are played in Las Vegas."

"When the time is right and when it's meant to be…don't you have something else to think about?" he tilted his head, referring to Catherine.

"Whoa. Don't turn the tables on me--- I just respect her, that's all."

"And that's the same with me and Sara." Nick replied, leaving Warrick to think about what he said.

Within a few minutes, Sara and Nick walked out of the building. Warrick and Catherine had already left. Catherine had to return home to Lindsey, while Warrick had to settle things with Tina. They said their good byes and went on their separate ways, leaving Nick and Sara behind.

The weather at night was a big contrast to what they had in the day. The air was cold. It was about 70 degrees and it was alittle windy. The stars above them shone through the holes in the sky, like a thousand eyes peering through the veil of the night, watching the 2 CSIs as they made their way across the car park, talking about their day.

Nick walked Sara to her car, "So, want to go for a drink? I'm buying." Nick put his hands in his pockets. His black shirt, together with his thin black leather jacket wasn't enough to protect him from rejection. But he decided to risk it anyways.

Sara turned towards him, "You're buying because it's only me and you. How come you never offer that when we're out with the gang?"

Nick laughed, "Too expensive. Have you seen Greg drink? It's like he's trying to impress you---."

"...Or you guys," she smiled, "You're too tough on him. Cut him some slack."

"So is that a yes?" Nick looked at Sara for a moment. She was wearing a brown jacket over her black sleeveless top and a dark pair of jeans that she normally wears. She looked like as if she lost weight. Some cases in the pass few weeks had been tough on her. Thank God she got paired up with Greg today. She can't afford to lose anymore sleep. Nick wanted to say something about that, but he decided against it.

"I'm sorry Nick, I got to make a rain check. I'm having supper with Greg tonight… You can come along if you like, I don't think he'll mind." She told him the place where they were going.

"It's ok." Nick replied, a little disappointed. Sara was about to get into her car.

"Sara, the place is not that far off. I could walk you there…"

Sara looked at the time. She had to meet Greg in about half an hour, but it would take less than 20 minutes if they took the shortcuts between the buildings. After weighting the odds, she agreed. She felt bad not being able to hang out with Nick anyway.

"I read your newspaper article," Nick told Sara as they were walking through one of the alleyways. The place was quite deserted, with only the streetlights to keep them company. "…I asked Robbins about it. Warrick and I are working on a case that is almost similar to it. I think they're related. Do you remember which case you worked on previously?"

"I'm not too sure, it was a long time ago. A woman was almost abducted by……"

He followed them. Stalked them. He has his sights on one of them. He needed that one. But, which one was it? He aimed his gun…

"That sounds like a failure in the killer's part… Any suspects?"

"None. The case was closed within the week. We didn't have any leads to go on…"

With only the stars as their witness, he fired one shot and then another…

TBC

So...the drama starts here. Tell me what you think of it. Were the first few chapters too boring? Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes :)

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