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Summary: Grissom fears for his family's safety after a package is sent to him.
Spoilers: Built to Kill part 2; Post Mortem; Loco Motives; Monster in a Box...basically all episodes that have the miniature crime scene serial killer in it.
A/N: This doesn't have a beta, so any mistakes are mine. I forgot to mention in the first chapter, but this whole story takes place a year from now.
"I know it's my house, Catherine!" he snapped. "God, I hope Sara and Rachel are okay."
"So, who's the victim?" Catherine asked. "Is it Sara, is it Rachel, you?"
"I, I don't know," he said.
He started looking for a victim. He first looked in the nursery, and, to his horror, saw a miniature doll, which represented his daughter. The doll was laying face-down in a miniature crib. Grissom got his tweezers and gently picked up the baby. He turned it over and saw that the doll's face was a bluish color, so he assumed that the cause of death was suffocation. His heart fluttered at the thought that this man wanted to kill his daughter.
"What do you think?" asked Catherine, "asphyxiation due to strangulation?"
"I don't know, Catherine," he said.
He looked around the rest of the miniature replica of his home and he gasped when he got to the bedroom. A doll representing Sara was tied to the bed, her hands tied to the headboard, her feet tied to the bottom of the bed. What really disturbed Grissom was the fact that the doll representing his wife was naked. Not only was the doll naked, but the words 'Bitch', 'Slut', and 'Whore' were engraved in her stomach, and blood was on the bed around the doll. Tears threatened to fall as he saw what the perp wanted to do to his wife.
Grissom turned pale, and he looked away from the doll. He wiped his eyes free of the tears, and looked around the house again. His eyes landed on a tiny newspaper that was lying on a miniature table. He picked it up, and looked at the date.
"March 18, 2008," he read.
"The day after tomorrow," stated Catherine.
"Okay...so they should still be okay," murmured Grissom, picking up his phone.
He quickly dialed his home phone number. After three rings, Sara picked up.
"Sara, honey, get Rachel and come to the lab," he said quickly.
"Why?" she asked worriedly. "Is everything okay?"
"Honey, please...just come to the lab," he begged.
"Okay, okay, we're coming," she said gently, but she was very perplexed.
"Thank you, sweetheart...be careful," he added.
He hung up and sighed.
"Gil, you gonna be okay?" asked Catherine, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"I don't know, Catherine," he said heavily. "I just need Sara and Rachel with me so I know they're okay."
She nodded her head in understanding.
"Gil, why don't you take a break? Just relax and wait for Sara to get here with Rachel," suggested Catherine.
"Thanks," he said gratefully. "I have a feeling I'm not gonna like this case."
"I know...and you can't work the case," said Catherine. "Day shift can help Graveyard with it. Don't worry, Gil...we won't let anything happen to your family."
He walked to the break room and sat down on the couch. He put his head in his hands and sat there until he heard his wife's voice say, "Gil, you okay."
He looked up and saw his wife standing there with a worried expression on her face.
"Sara, thank God you're here," he said as he quickly rushed over to her.
He embraced her and kissed the top of her head multiple times. He then looked down at his daughter, who was wide awake in Sara's arms.
"May I?" he asked, motioning to the infant.
"Gil, she's your daughter, too," said Sara with a chuckle as she passed Rachel to her father. "You don't need to ask to hold her. Now, why did you want us to come here? You sounded scared on the phone."
"Come on," he said as he led her to his office.
When they walked in, Sara saw the miniature house. She gasped and walked up to the model. She looked at the carefully sculpted house and gasped when she saw that the house was theirs. Her heart lurched when she saw the doll representing her. She didn't see her daughter anywhere, so she was calm for a little bit. She wanted to know for sure if her daughter was a victim, so she asked her husband.
"Gil, is Rachel..." she started, but her voice caught in her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes as her husband nodded his head.
"Yeah," he said quietly, looking down at his daughter's chocolaty brown eyes. "The room I looked in first was the nursery, and found her – sorry, the doll representing her – facedown in the crib...her face was blue."
Tears flowed down her cheeks, and Grissom wrapped his free arm around his wife. She cried into his shoulder, and said, "Gil, I'm scared...I don't want anything to happen to our little girl."
"I know, honey...I don't want anything to happen to Rachel or you," said Grissom, kissing the top of her head.
"I, I don't really care about me," she whispered. "I just want our daughter to be safe."
"I know, but I care about both of you," said Grissom. "I promise...I won't let anything happen to either of you."
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