Author: gamerchick03 (on deviantArt), gamerchick02, Amy
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just borrow them for fun.
Rating: T for a curse word now, maybe M later
Pairings: GSR (of course)
Spoilers: Season 7, post “Living Doll”
Summary: Grissom tries to find Sara; Sara tries to get out of her situation.
Notes: Post-ep fic I started a while ago. X-posted on my deviantArt page. Un-beta’ed; all mistakes are mine! WIP!!
I’m cold. I’m wet. And I think I’m going to die. Those were the thoughts going through Sara’s mind as she laid under the fire engine red car in the middle of the desert night. She grabbed at the dirt just outside of her prison. Of all the things she’s been through, this has to be one of the worst. Even when her dad beat her up in a drunken rage, she didn’t feel this badly.
ii: At the CSI lab
Grissom was pacing in his office. I should have never let her go off alone like that. I should have went home with her. I should have done a million things. FUCK!!! He couldn’t keep the second thoughts and the curse words out of his head.
He did what he knew to do in crisis: work. He strode to the layout room where Nick was working. The young CSI was going over photographs of different crime scenes and the miniature from when Sara was kidnapped. He was going over the soil samples from the miniature on the off chance that the kidnapper had used actual dirt from the crime scene. Grissom observed for a while. “I’m getting there Grissom,” said Nick. He usually would get irritated that the boss was hanging over his shoulder, but this was a different case. This was Sara.
“Thanks Nick,” said Grissom. “We need to find her.”
“We will, Gris. You have to give us a chance.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Take this down to Hodges. He might be able to find something.”
Grissom grabbed the sample and took off toward the lab Hodges resided in. The sarcastic lab tech was going over all the elemental evidence from the mini killer case. Grissom handed him the sample with no comment. Hodges knew that he was to process it immediately. “Find what you can,” said Grissom.
“Will do,” said Hodges. “Although maybe we should look for some bleach.”
“Good idea. Go through the entire miniature. It’s with Nick in the layout room.”
Hodges set the samples up to go through the machines and headed over to the layout room.
iii. Under the car
Sara woke up with her back screaming. The car that was on top of her was poking her hard. She tried to shift around, but was greeted with an unbearable slamming pain in her lower back. “Ungh,” she groaned. She pulled her free hand under the car, and began to remove fistfuls of dirt from underneath her body. She piled them outside of her prison. She started to hollow out an area underneath her. I hope this works.
iv. At the CSI lab
Grissom was impatiently waiting for the lab results from Hodges, who had just returned from the layout room. The papers spewed from the printers and he snatched them up with glee. “Ah-ha! There is something distinguishing about this sand. Thank you, Hodges!” Grissom had to stop himself from hugging the man.
“Whoa, there Grissom. We’re close, but not THAT close, if you know what I mean!”
“Whatever. Thanks, though.”
Grissom went to his computer in his office and started going over the databases he had access to. The sand was from a specific dumping site out of the way. The miniature killer took precautions to make sure Sara wasn’t found, but she had forgotten about the high-tech equipment the CSI lab had access to. The only thing Grissom had to do now was to figure out exactly where in the hundred square mile area the car was. The diorama, the car, and the soil sample all connected to reveal where Sara was. Now all he needed were satellite images of the area. A call to his friends over at the FBI would get him those. He knew a guy who owed him a favor; Grissom had figured out a really difficult case for him involving insects.
v. Under the car
Sara had made some progress with digging herself out. The car was putting less pressure on her back; this was a good thing. The pain started to subside. It was slow going, but she was going to make it.
vi. At the CSI lab
Grissom had just received the satellite pictures from the FBI. Agent Jones wasn’t too happy that he was calling in the favor right now, but by the urgent sound in the scientist’s voice, he knew that he should move his request through right away.
They were downloading; slowly. It seemed that they were taking more time than they needed to. In reality, the internet at the CSI lab was very quick, but it just seemed slow to Grissom. “Yes!” he said, when the pictures finally downloaded onto his screen. He pressed print on the computer, and rushed over to the printer.
Grissom started punching buttons on his cell phone. Usually he didn’t send text messages. Well, that was before he started actually going out with Sara. He sent texts all the time now. Cute little “I love you”-s and the like.
This one was nothing of the sort. It requested his team to meet him in his office.
vii. Under the car
Sara was slowly moving more dirt with her hands. She had a rather large depression dug underneath her body. She could actually move around without the car stabbing her in the back. That didn’t mean that didn’t hurt to move; she just could move a little bit easier.
She tried to roll out from under the car. Surprisingly, she had been able to remove enough dirt so that she could roll out from under the car. When she was greeted by the dawn and fresh air, she really didn’t know what to do. Trying to get up was painful; she lay down until she had more strength.
viii. At the CSI lab
Grissom was pacing in his office. Soon his whole team was assembled. Catherine was sitting on his couch, near Warrick. Greg was standing by Grissom’s desk, Nick was wandering around like he didn’t know which way was up, Brass was mulling over the case in the rear of the office near the door, and even Hodges showed up.
“Everyone,” stated Grissom, with more authority than he felt, “I have the location of the car. We all worked together on this one, and I’d like to say ‘Thank you’.”
“Where should we start?” asked Hodges.
“Well,” started Grissom, “I’d like you to stay here, in case she gets found by the police or something and brought back here. I also want to have a contact here.”
“You got it,” said Hodges. He went back to his lab, without another word.
“Brass, I would like you, Catherine and Warrick to start in this area.” Grissom motioned to a boxed off part of a satellite map. He had also marked the area to be searched on the regular map as well. “Nick, Greg and I will be searching in the other part. We will have radio contact at all times. We take two cars.”
Everyone took off in the assigned vehicles toward the search area.
ix. At the car
Sara felt the feeling come back into her legs. She started moving her legs, arms, head, fingers and toes to make sure she had feeling in all of them. Ok. I have feeling in all my limbs. Now to try to stand up. She was able to sit up. The ground was soaking from the rain the Nevada desert had received when she was under the car.
She drew her knees to her chest and started shivering. The rain-drenched ground was soaking into her jeans, but she was happy to be out from under the car. She tried to stand up. Her legs were a little wobbly but she grabbed a hold of the side of the car to steady herself.
x. On the road
“Greg, turn off that racket,” Grissom glared at the young CSI who was rocking out to some insanely loud punk CD he had popped into the stereo.
“Awww, Gris… We need something to take our minds off of Sara being kidnapped. I thought Slayer would help.”
“Slayer does not help.”
“I agree,” piped up Nick. “Slayer is not helping.”
“Man,” said Greg as he took his CD out of the stereo.
They drove in silence for a couple miles. Soon it was broken by Nick, who remarked, “I wonder if Sara is ok.”
“I’m sure she’s fine,” snapped Greg. “She’s totally strong enough to handle this.”
I hope so, thought Grissom. She’s going to need my help after this.
“Gris, are you ok?” asked Nick. He had noticed his boss get a little choked up.
“I’m fine, Nick,” Grissom sniffed.
“Do we need to stop?”
xi. At the car
Sara stretched her legs. It felt really good to be able to move around. She was unsure of how long she had spent under the car, but it felt like forever. Gil is probably on his way. I wonder if I should stay or start walking? She debated this in her head as she did a couple of yoga stretches to relieve her cramped muscles.
The idea to stay won out over her desire to walk and try to find the search party. Knowing Gil, he’ll have some sort of map with satellite images. If I walk, they won’t find me here at the car.
xii. On the road
Deep R & B was emanating from the stereo of the Tahoe that Catherine, Warrick and Brass occupied. Brass tapped Warrick on the shoulder and asked him to turn it down.