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You are the Woman that I've Always Dreamed Of…
CHAPTER 16:
As the Denali moved slowly along El Camino Real, the men in the truck failed to notice the car that was following behind. Spencer kept his distance, but he knew that if he followed the cowboy who appeared to have such high regard for Sidle, he'd find her eventually.
In the Denali, Nick was having second thoughts.
"Dude, maybe we shouldn't go. I'm sure Brass and Griss have her hidden for a reason!" he said to his companions.
"Well," said Warrick, "I don't think it will be a problem, I've seen this house, and I don't think there is any way you can get into it unless someone wants to let you in!"
"What is it?" asked Greg, "a fortress?"
"Well kinda, yeah," Warrick thought about his answer. "But I don't know why they would put her somewhere that I know about if they didn't want her to see any of us! At least not without telling me not to go there."
"We won't do any harm!" Greg said. He was beyond excited, having not seen Sara since he left the townhouse and her being so weak. He wanted desperately to see her smile.
"That's it!" Warrick said loudly as they drove up towards the unpaved road to Jacob's house.
Nick rolled the Denali into the driveway and they approached the keypad. Nick looked at Warrick who simply said "*666"
Nick entered the code and they rolled in, not pulling further up the driveway until the gate was firmly closed behind them.
They approached the house slowly. The uniformed officer in front of the house pulled out his weapon and waited for the car to arrive. The officer recognized the state vehicle, but was not taking any chances. When the three men got out of the vehicle, they presented the officer with their credentials and the officer knocked on the door, alerting Sara to the fact that someone was there.
Sara came to the door, wearing shorts and a tank top. When she saw Greg, Nick, and Warrick at the door, she squealed with delight.
But her happiness was suddenly tempered by the fact that she knew that they should not be there.
"What are you guys doing here?" she excitedly asked them? She didn't know whether to be mad or happy.
"We couldn't stay away from you darling!" said Nick.
Greg grabbed her, careful not to hurt her foot, and swung her around. "I've missed you so much!" he cried out. "Did you like my gift?" he asked.
"Yes, Greg, thank you so much for the ipod with all the music loaded. I've really enjoyed it!"
"Did you find the secret film?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you! I've enjoyed keeping up with everything at the lab. Especially that undercover film of Wendy and Hodges kissing in the locker room!" they all laughed.
"Who'd have thought little Davey Hodges was such a cassanova!" Greg replied as they moved towards the living room.
"We can only stay for a few minutes" Warrick said, "I need to get home and get ready for work tonight and I haven't seen…. Ah… anyone…. For over a week!"
Sara smiled. She knew that he was talking about Catherine.
Warrick told them about his case in California and how he had helped solve a string of murders that were centered around a gambling ring. Warrick had known a couple of the people who were under suspicion and was asked to consult.
Sara regaled them with her story of being a hero and how Griss and Brass were trying to keep her away from the press.
Greg, knowing the whole story, winked at Sara. He knew Grissom was making her happy. He could see it in her face. As long as she was happy, he would continue to do everything he could to keep them together and safe.
After about 30 minutes of chat, they agreed to keep the visit a secret so as not to incur the wrath of Grissom, and that they would be at the press conference in the morning to show support for their friend.
They got back into the Denali, and pulled out of the driveway. Each smiling, happy to see that their friend was on the mend and mentally in good shape. Only Greg knew what was making her smile, but that was his secret!
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About 20 minutes later, Sara heard the familiar knock at the door and went to answer it.
Spencer stood at the door. Gun in hand, and smile on his face.
"Hello Miss Sidle," he said, "Sorry about your friend!"
They both looked down to the body of the uniformed officer lying at their feet.
"Seems we have a debt to settle!" he said to Sara. He pushed in the front door, holding the gun in her face.
"How?" she stuttered, "How did you find me?"
"That cowboy ain't to smart now is he? I knew if I followed him long enough, I'd be led right to you!" Spencer revealed.
Sara knew that there was no way that Nick would do anything to jeopardize her safety. He must have been distracted by Warrick's return.
Realizing she was alone with Spencer, with no gun within reach, and unable to run, she was now worried.
Still two hours until Grissom was due to come home, she had to think quickly. How the hell was she going to get out of this? The panic room was an option, but she could not outrun Spencer. She noted that his arm was still in a sling, which could work to her advantage, but she still was not recovered enough to be able to engage him in a fight. Oh, the old Sara could have beat him in a second, but this Sara was still not healed and couldn't count on her right foot for balance.
She was going to have to outsmart him.
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Nick and Greg had returned to the lab to finish out their shift. They had dropped Warrick home. (They didn't see him sneak into his own car to go directly to Catherine's house).
While in the locker room, they were discussing how good Sara looked when Grissom overheard their conversation.
"When did you see Sara?" he asked, very concerned by this revalation.
"Well, um, Griss, its like this…." Nick began to explain. The anger in Grissom's eyes made him stop talking.
"How did you find her?" Grissom shouted. "Why would you break protective custody?"
"We didn't know it was protective custody! We thought you were keeping her away from the press!" Nick said, trying to cover for their mistake.
Grissom quickly picked up the phone, dialing Brass on speed dial.
"Grissom, I was just going to call you," Brass said. "I'm getting no response from the uniforms at Jacobs. I think something's wrong."
"Yes, something is wrong, I'm heading out there now." Grissom yelled into the phone.
"I'll meet you there."
"I will deal with you two when I get back!" he said angrily as he ran out of the lab.
He picked up the phone and dialed Sara's number. No answer.
This is not good, he thought, not good at all.
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Can anyone say Decomp duty?