I Know I'll Never Love This Way Again
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or its characters.
Summary: Sara quits her job in Vegas and gets a new job in San Francisco (thanks to Ecklie) what she didn't know was that it was all a ruse to get her to take the job in San Francisco. She had gone to school with a woman named Charlotte Jonson who was also training to be a CSI - she failed miserably and blamed Sara for her failures. Charlotte marries a man named Oscar (thanks to her father Al who set them up) Together the three of them conspire to get Sara (after contacting Ecklie) to come to the lab in Frisco. Things do not go well. Sara gets beaten up, but at one point does escape and almost gets reunited with her friends from Vegas when she goes to the same café they are at in Frisco. She gets kidnapped again and almost killed in a house fire started by Charlotte's deranged father. Prior to that Charlotte tells both her husband and father that she never intended to have Sara killed, she just wanted to scare her and rattle her chain and make things miserable for her. Sara ended up helping to save Charlotte's life after the CSI Vegas crew eventually found the place where Sara is being held captive. Oscar, Al and Charlotte ended up in jail for a whole bunch of crimes they had committed. Charlotte ended up with a plea bargain for jail, but also serious counseling. The CSI Vegas team are relieved that all is well that ends well and Sara is back with them…but a meeting goes on at the Frisco jail between Al and a friend named Rudy. Al wants Sara dead and hires Rudy to do the deed…how and when were not discussed. Al promised that when charlotte gets out of jail, Rudy would own her and anytime Rudy wants it, arrangements would be made for Rudy and Charlotte to have romantic interludes.
Sara and Grissom were working steadily together in the field; their latest job was that they had been called to work on a DB in the desert, far away from the city.
"Where did they find this body?" asked Sara.
"Way out in the deepest part of the desert" replied Grissom.
Suddenly Sara felt nauseous. "Grissom, I have a very bad feeling about this"
Grissom didn't catch on to her concern. "Sara you are a trained CSI, there is not time for bad feelings. This has never happened in the past."
He was actually admonishing her for her feelings. Sara turned to look at Grissom. "Grissom, this is a true feeling, this doesn't feel right. I always trust my gut. We are heading in a bad direction here."
Grissom slammed on the brakes of the Denali. "What are you talking about Sara, what bad direction?" He asked and looked at her.
"My gut instinct says we turn this car around and hightail it back to Vegas crime lab. Call Captain Brass right now." She said with concern.
"How do I feel about hunches and that kind of thing?" Grissom asked.
"You say you don't believe in hunches or anything of that nature" she replied.
"Well then this conversation is over" Grissom said and proceeded.
Sara knew deep in her gut something was deadly wrong but to prove it to Grissom would be difficult. She sighed as they drove deeper into the desert, off the road now she knew something was up. The hair on the back of her neck was beginning to stand up.
"Sara" Grissom said.
"Yes" she said.
"I have a strange suspicion you might be right about this." He said sheepishly.
"Then lets get the hell out of here" she said.
"Good thinking" he said and backed up. No sooner did they back up and start driving the opposite way that the car stopped.
"What is going on?" She asked.
"Don't be mad, don't panic"
"Oh Oh, what is the matter?"
"We're outta gas" he replied sheepishly.
The two CSI's abandoned the Denali and tried their best to hide their CSI kits by covering them with blankets in the trunk. They knew they couldn't bring their kits as they were going to have to run and besides the kits were heavy. Hey did, however take their guns.
The two of them also had a small compass with them so they could find their bearings. They made it to the road and waved down a vehicle. A blue Honda Civic with California license plates stopped.
"Where are you going" the man asked.
"Las Vegas Crime Lab" replied Grissom.
"Thanks for the ride Mr.…" Began Sara.
"Rudy" he replied and gave Sara, who was sitting in the back a leer. Sara's neck hair began to stand up on end again, but she tried to ignore it.
They drove into town and down the strip and finally to the Vegas Crime Lab. Grissom got out of the vehicle and just as Sara was about to get out, Rudy stepped hard onto the accelerator and drove off, with Sara in the vehicle.
Gil Grissom let out a piercing scream of anger and expletives and quickly wrote down the license plate number.
"Why oh why oh why what am I going to do oh gosh oh Sara" Grissom kept babbling over and over again until his crew could sit him down in the break room and talk to him.
"What exactly happened?" Ecklie asked.
"There was a DB in the deep woods off Route 109, but we couldn't find anything. Sara told me she had intuition and her neck hairs were standing up. At first I didn't believe and you know me and hunches but finally I decided that there was no body and we started to drive away. We ran out of gas and so we left the Denali. We made it to the road where we flagged down this guy named Rudy who was so nice - obviously until he took off with Sara. And that's the story! "
Jim Brass put out an APB on the vehicle, but figured that the vehicle was probably stolen or eventually would be abandoned. But he did add that Sara would be found safe and sound.