AN: Thank you all of you for the reviews. A thak you SoFrost for been my beta. I don't know what I do without your suggestions and corrections.

Pole, I hope you like this chapter, maybe you could understand Sara's reaction to the loss of the boy.

Reviews are always welcome

Chapter 13 - Rewind

The smell of copper in the air, the stickiness on her face, on her hands, the wetness of her clothes. There was silence surrounded her. People were moving in slow motion around her, but she didn't care, her eyes were fixed in her hands, in her bloody hands. She could see how they lift the body in a stretcher. A body covered in a black bag.

Bright, blue and red lights bouncing on the fog that surrounded the street. She could see her mother entering in the back of a police car. She didn't look at her, until she was inside of the car. Her mother was searching for her with calm until brown eyes met brown eyes. She could sense the serenity and relief in those eyes. A figure blocked her vision, but she continued to gaze where her mother it was suppose to be, in the car. The man was speaking to her, but she didn't heard his voice, it sounded so far and yet, he was so close. She could taste his breath, there was sourness in it, like hers. He was trying to capture her attention, but she was still looking at her mother through him

It was supposed to be a special night, but all ended the wrong way. She only could repeat in her mind 'It was my fault, it was my fault' over an over again. She didn't know that she was repeating those words out loud. Something covered her shoulders. It was rough, but she didn't move or cared. Something caught her attention. The man was still speaking to her. She tried to focus on his lips. 'It wasn't your fault kiddo' He was saying and then all of a sudden, all the noises came to her. She heard the people that surrounded her, she heard the sirens, people talking to radios. She could feel people watching her and whispering in the ears of the person who was next to them. She tried to cover her ears, but couldn't move, so she tried to focus on the voice of the man. It was like a whisper, it cost her a lot of concentration, but she could heard him say over and over and again 'It wasn't your fault'.

He kneeled in front of her and took her hand, a hand that she couldn't let it go. He didn't care if there was blood in there. The man didn't block at all the view of the car where her mother was, so she looked at it one more time. She was still watching her. The same feelings were there, but there was something else: pride.

Sara woke up covered in sweat. She was cold and she could feel the bile in her mouth. She suppressed the reaching that was forming in her throat. At first, she didn't know where she was until her eyes got used to the light that entered through the window of her bedroom. She was in her apartment, she was safe. She got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to take something to drink. She opened the door of the fridge and saw the pack of beers she bought in her way home. She stood there staring at the bottles; her hand raised to them, but at the last moment went to the pack of milk that was next to it. It was too early for a drink, despite the fact that the nightmare made her want to swallow the bitter liquor.

She drank the milk and let the empty glass on the hostess bar. The remains of the nightmare were still there. She looked at her hands, she could see the blood there, so she went to the bathroom and washed her hands, brushing them with force. It didn't go away, so she kept brushing and brushing until she was satisfied. Her hands were red now, but there wasn't any blood, and neither before, but she felt the need of brushing the dream away from her. There was only one thing that could keep her busy and that was work. It was too early for work, but she was always early.

After a hot shower, she dressed up in her work clothes and went to the lab. She wanted to check on the results of the day before. Between Junior and the videotape she didn't check the bottles of beer for prints, neither the child's underwear that she had found under the sofa of Carl's apartment. She decided to start with that. She put the ALS on, and inspected the underwear. It became negative to semen. That didn't make her feel better, because she didn't know if that underwear belong to Junior or another child, a possible victim of Carl Roth but at least it wasn't semen there.

Catherine had decided to come early to work too. She needed to do some paperwork before the meeting, besides when she woke up her mother was ready for a fight with her because of Lindsey and how her work consumed her time, time that she needed to spent with her daughter. Catherine knew that her mother was right, but not in the way she was telling her. She always made her feel like a little child.

She arrived to the parking lot of the Crime Lab and parked her car. In her way to the elevators, she saw Sara's car. That brought a smile to her lips. Sara was a well-known workaholic and this case was not an exception. She always worked hard with this kind of cases, and if there was domestic violence, she took it like something personal.

She passed through the different labs, watching as the technicians worked. Henry saw her and called her to enter his Lab, waving a paper.

"Hi Catherine, I have the tox results from your vic" He said enthusiastic. "There was some substance in her blood, Scopolamine"

"Scopolamine? The 'date rape drug'?" She said taking the sheet from his hands and furrowing.

"Yes, also known as hyoscine. It's a substance extracted from plants in the belladonna family. It's used to treat motion sickness, but in high doses acts as a sedative and a truth serum, in other doses can cause amnesia, dissociation…"

"Yeah, I know the effects. How much was in his system?" She said cutting the lab tech.

"Enough to knock him off. I also found traces in one of the beer bottles that Sara brought me, combined with alcohol it could increase the sedatives effects"

"Thanks, Henry" She said leaving the lab without looking him, reading the tox result.

"Anytime"

She went to her office and began to revise the paper work accumulated on her desk. She tried to concentrate on the file on her hands, but couldn't think in nothing but the tox report. Something wasn't right. The 'date rape drug' it was commonly used in rapes, hence its name, but Carl hadn't been raped. She thought about Betty Wilson.

Pulling apart the file that she was reading, she searched on the data base for Betty Wilson's file. When she was raped, there wasn't any indication of the use of the drug. She remembered that Betty had identified him. That piece of information brought to tjink that whoever abducted Carl had to be close to him to put the drug in his beer. Maybe the woman that Junior had mentioned had anything to do with that.

Time passed and she was still working on the reports that were accumulated on her desk. A knock on her door caught her attention. It was Sara. Tiredness was written on her face. She was holding a file in her right hand and a cup of coffee on the other one.

"I think you could use a cup of coffee." Sara said putting the Styrofoam cup on the desk and sitting in one of the chairs in front of Catherine.

"Thanks" She said taking the cup and giving a swig "God, I needed it" She leaned in the chair and closed her eyes savoring the bitter liquid. When she opened her eyes she saw Sara who was watching her with a funny smile on her lips.

"What?" She asked intrigued.

That caught Sara out off ward. She snapped herself from wherever she was and entered in work mode. Clearing her throat, she looked at the file in her hands, avoiding Catherine's gaze.

"I went to Wendy for the DNA results" She said passing a sheet to Catherine who examined it. "There are a female contribution from one of the bottles I found in the vic's apartment, there is also a match with the epithelial cells on one of the condoms and the vaginal contributions on the bed"

"Two female contributions? So there were two women with him. Do we have a name?"

"Not yet, but I printed the bottles and Mandy got a hit" Sara said looking at the file "Ann Polley. She was arrested after the police found her with a client near the strip seven years ago. She also was condemned for possession of heroine. Released from jail five years ago"

"Ok, so we have a hooker and a rapist" Catherine chuckle "What a couple!".

"Maybe she is the woman that Jun…the boy saw with her father and his captor" She said looking up from the file to Catherine. It was said quickly, like the mention of the boy was an issue.

"It's a possibility" Catherine said knowing that Sara would be in trouble again if she'd see the boy again. She didn't know what happened to Sara to react the way she did. The woman was a mystery in itself. "But we still don't know who the other woman was"

"Henry gave me the results of the tox analysis. There was Scopolamine in Carl's blood, and in one of the bottles of beer."

"The 'date rape drug'." Sara commented furrowing her browns. "That could explain how they knocked him out"

"I think we need to bring Miss Polley to the station. I'll talk to Brass." Catherine said "After interviewing her, we could go to talk to father Silecio to confirm Mr. Wilson's alibi"

"Where's Warrick?"

"Warrick had court, so we can't count on him for today. We are on our own, now" She said smiling to the woman who was standing up from her seat.

Sara looked at her smiling shyly "You know what they said: two sharp women are better than one"

TBC